CADAVER OF DAYS || P, LIONPAW

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    On an only slightly-budding tree branch laid a lithe molly, her black and white vitiligo fur blending into the darkening branch as the sun set behind the Thunderclan trees. Her long tail hung down from the branch, flicking nonchalantly as she awaited for her little visitor--well, she was technically the visitor. But Lionpaw would be coming to her, Crowstone knew that much.


    The strange molly would almost be completely blended into the tree if it wasn't for her fur. The white spots littering her aged body helped made her stand out, yes, but gentle, half-faded stars seemed to emanate from her, with wisps of strange shadow trailing behind her movements--almost as if she wasn't really there, or if she was simply a hallucination. Crowstone wouldn't deny either.


    The sudden rustling of grass alerted the star-covered warrior, bringing her out of her thoughts. Blue eyes sharply focused on Lionpaw as he appeared, the jovial apprentice doing...whatever apprentices do these days. "Hello," Crowstone said, her voice calm and soothing, knowing she would probably spook the poor tom. With gentle paws, Crowstone slid down the tree, the grass crunching softly underneath her paws as she landed--a testament that yes, she was really there. "Lionpaw, yes?" Despite being a complete stranger, Crowstone smelled softly of Thunderclan, and her demeanor was just so gentle. "Do you know where I hail from?" Crowstone questioned, giving the apprentice a soft, curious glance, crouching slightly as she approached him. 'Do not run, little one...'


    "speech."


    i pack a little pistol in my pistol belt.





    ⋆ LIONPAW ⋆





    The Clan had just arrived from the BloodClan raid. Lionpaw did not accompany his Clanmates out to the battlefield since his mentor, Sunspots had not instructed him to do so. This was far, since Lionpaw was behind on training due to the fact that he joined ThunderClan when he was 7 moons old. Perhaps Sunspots thought Lionpaw was not ready for the heat of battle? Whatever the case, Lionpaw did not feel regret for not tagging along. All the cats that returned were pretty busted up. Whiteheart looked awful alongside Ivorypaw and Flamestar! The golden apprentice was not able to wrap his mind around how atrocious the sight of his wounded Clanmates really was.

    After the meeting was adjourned, Lionpaw found himself wandering the territory on his own. Wrapping his head around what just happened was not something Lionpaw was willing to do at the moment. He was hoping for a peaceful resolve but was rudely awaken to the true nature of war.

    Taking deep breaths as he walked through the territory, Lionpaw stumbled upon a sight that was nothing like he was expecting. A black and white feline was resting in a semi-blossomed tree waiting for him. His baby blue eyes took in the sight of the she-cat, who scent was familiar to him. He had never seen this cat in his life, but she smelled of ThunderClan. She hopped out of the tree when gazing upon Lionpaw from below. She approached him such grace. What was shocking to Lionpaw was that this she-cat knew his name! A starry aura surrounded the feline, but their lights were dimmer than the stars in the night sky. Even so, Clan cats do not have this look to them. This was strange.

    "H-how do you know my name?" he asked, his voice trembled with unease as she approached. Although he felt a bit uneasy that the she-cat knew his name, there wasa flush of curosity that pumped through Lionpaw's eyes. It was apparent through his large eyes. When she asked him if he knew where she came from, Lionpaw cocked his head and thought hard.

    "Are you a mountain cat? I heard from Whiteheart that Clans located in the mountains can bathe in the stars if they travel to the very top of the mountain." he asked.







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