A dark face parted through the plumes of breath. Moon eyes set into a velvet brown looked onward, splitting realities revealing the future to come, starlight danced across the dew-strewn lands refracting and magnifying through beads glistening with nighttime's luster. He couldn't feel much other than an empty stomach and the emotions that had welled at it's pit. A terrible anticipation that clung to his bones, it settled over him, a foreign fear, of the intangible morrow. He felt at odds with himself as he traveled through the mystic, dark lands. He had little idea where he was in relation to the other clans, all that he felt in certainty was the dryness of the moorlands against his aching paws while the pair came upon it.
Waiting for him, a stoic being, was the darkness of mothermouth. Where leaders were born. Nerves trembled at the sight of the cave, the blackness that awaited him, with the thickness of ink, it terrified him. Only kits are afraid of the dark.
He waded through the darkness, an ocean of fixed shadows that wrapped him in black silk. He felt like a kit, oblivious to the future that lingered ahead, an impressionist painting of abstract truths, tides that could sway any which way, commanded by the tip of his tongue. The influence of hegemony was an offshore feeling that left him severely daunted at the prospect, forsaken to him by someone who claimed to have trusted him but vanished into the unknown, leaving him untrained, inexperienced with the complexities of leadership. And here he came, now, long whiskers sending sensations twitching through the fine muscles of his muzzle and face. A wall to his left, he tasted cautiously, previous uncertainty resolved by the evenness of the cavern's floor. The correct tunnel.
A silvery blue sliced through the ink, ahead lay the moonstone, a glistening rock, towering over him. He had been skeptical of it's existence but it was impossible to be now, unbearably brilliant and overwhelmingly beautiful, the luminosity pierced through his eyes and cast his meek existence into the complexion of starlight. He could feel himself melting into the dazzling glow, unsteadily navigating through the white, it was almost as numbing as the pitch that lingered at his heels. With his tender vision ripped apart by the extremities of light and dark, he leaned into the source, a chill speared through his face, and his nose pressed into the stone. A tiredness swept across his drained bodice, and he fell to the ground, consumed by the obscurity of slumber, awaited by the faces of the ascended.
/in no particular order <3