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Solarwind
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The tom couldn't believe how many had left Thunderclan, here to Windclan among those he noticed Pumpkinstrut who has since gone back to Thunderclan welcomed back with open arms apparently though his outcasting seemed to stick not that the tom would let it bother him. The flame point padded along the open moor happy when the wind blew through and ruffled his fur a content purr rumbled from his chest, back to the cats that had come here he slightly recognized an apprentice names Lionpaw had come to reside here seemingly different from his usual self. As he was one of the cats the older tom had tried to stay away from not wanting to fein any emotions or explain why he seemed to always be in a sour mood. Solarwind slowed his pace blue eyes looking around him as he sat down on one of the hills looking up at the darkening sky currently kissed by hues of orange and red "Why does the sky look likes it burning?" he questioned out loud not expecting an answer. The tom tucked his tail around his paws a habit he had gotten into when sitting in case anyone came along and didn't bother to look where they were going and stepped on it, though he wasn't expecting anyone to be out here so he relaxed his muscles a little but reminded himself to keep a watchful eye to the sky for birds of prey and if he was lucky if he stayed still some prey might wonder into his field of vision giving him something to bring back to the clan that had offered him a home after Thunderclan had chased him from its borders. He liked the cats of Windclan but refused to form attachments as he wasn't sure how long he would stay though he hoped to never move again.
Flash backs of being alone and afraid as he traveled to escape Blackadder shone before his eyes making a tear roll down his cheek how could any cat treat others the way those cats had treated each other and their young turned the toms stomach shaking his head he tried to clear the images and focus on what was before him as the shades of red and orange were joined by a whisp of dark blue and purple as the sun sank below the horizon. He hadn't realized others had joined him which made his pelt ripple slightly in surprise eyes slightly widened.
"Speech" -Attack-
Coldpaw wished she could still see the colors of the sky. She couldn't even recall the last time she had stared up as the sky turned all types of colors and admired it's beauty. As a kit, she had never expected to lose her sight and had spent most of her childhood neglecting the things she thought she would have forever to see. But ever since the absence of her ability to see, she spent more and more time reflecting on what she had missed by being too worried about adventures and sneaking off. It made her sad to know she'd never again see a setting sun or rising sky of blues and goldens. but this was her life. her sad, sorrowful, life. And what could she do to change it other than just join those around her as they experienced the joys she wished she could have? Sometimes, their happiness made her happy. That was reward enough for when it rubbed off. So of course, Coldpaw would settle beside the cat that had already been watching the sky. her scent had drawn her to where they sat.
"I bet it's pretty. Is it more red than anything else?" Coldpaw inquired with a slight purr. her soul needed resting. She didn't want to put her guard up so high tonight.
The beauty of the sky was mostly lost to Cloudwatcher recently; it was pretty to look at, but it never stirred any deep feelings of longing or anything else like it did for most cats who could witness it. It didn't help that lately, there was nothing to punctuate the sunset, the stars still faded beyond sight and the moon dull in comparison to what it used to be.
"Red, and orange.." He mumbled softly, tail swishing back and forth gently as he approached the two. Solarwind. It had felt like forever since the tom had joined, with everything that had been going on in life. "I think the clouds and stuff reflect the light of the setting sun, so it creates...pretty sunsets. I dunno." The tom tried to come up with some reason to explain why most nights the sky ended up looking like it was, as Solarwind put it, burning. Maybe his thought process was wrong, maybe it was right. But it was an offer, at least.
"speech."
well, i think i'm gonna burn in hell —— tags.