stargazer ; o
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Coldpaw hadn't known Hemera that well, but her death had impacted the clan and the alabaster female far more than she cared to admit. it seemed Windclan was just full of sadness as of recently. Bad things happened back to back. Death, followed by possession followed by more death. Then of course, Starclan and all their messages they seemed to be sending to strange cats. So of course, it was hard for Coldpaw to sleep now days. That's why she was awake and able to trace the smell of Yewkit. She didn't like the child because they were a half blood, but she also felt bad for her. She also held the burden of dead parents. "Hey there, Yewkit. Whatcha doing?" the blind feline asked with a partial smile. //rushed
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Considering his age and the fact that they had been on their own, Cloudwatcher assumed his parents were dead. It had been just him and Cowspots in Windclan, growing up since they were left as kits here, but even the black and white warrior had disappeared.
He supposed he was quite determined to be a good...uncle-figure to the kittens of Hemera and Aspen. Their mother had been his friend, and it had been her dying wish for him to help take care of any of those still in Windclan. But they would still see Aspen, and Cloudwatcher wasn't comfortable with the title of 'father' anyways. "Hello, Yewkit." He purred lightly to the small frame, before turning to Coldpaw. "And hello to you too, Coldpaw." His sky-blue eyes went towards the sky, feathery tail flicking lightly. "It's a nice night out, at least. No more rain."
"speech."
well, i think i'm gonna burn in hell —— tags.
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sweetness came in the form of company. the light they shed upon her own darkness could rival the sun itself, fiery and brilliant in its splendor. their fur bleached white by the moon's kind embrace, slivers of silver and ivory found their way to nestle against her own inky frame. surprise leaked from slivered eyes, mismatched eyes steadily matching the two gazes. her head dipped in response, "cloudwatcher, coldpaw." her address, while holding an emotionless tone still seemed to hold some semblance of affection. "nice night for stargazing," her explanation came delayed in the form of a whispery voice.
her head lifted towards the twinkling stars, imagining the brush of the starry pelt against her own, oh to be imbued with cosmic knowledge. "are our ancestors really watching over us?" her murmur was half to herself, her stare returned to the ground. a defeated glare took on the sheen of her gaze, would her mother watch over her with pride or with sadness? fear started to peel its petals from its budding state, could she live up to these expectations she brought upon herself? being her mother's child, being her father's child, she knew it was a heavy burden to bear, one that weighed upon her heavily. the absence felt ever present more now than ever. dare she look to the stars for guidance, she couldn't help trepidation settling in between her ribs.
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TAGS // "I AM NOT AFRAID TO KEEP ON LIVING" -- Smiling lightly at the greeting, the tom found himself taking a seat next to the kitten, his feathery tail wrapping around his paws gently. He meowed lightly in agreement of Yewkit's statement; while things were still..dire with Starclan (as far as Cloudwatcher knew), the sky was clear enough to see the faint twinkling of stars above. Even with his mixed feelings towards their ancestors, the tom was glad to see them shining at least a little bit.
"...Yes, they are." Part of him didn't want to speak, but he had spoken with Starclan multiple times, so it truly was something he could solidly confirm. "Even if it isn't apparent, they are." His own voice grew quieter the more he spoke. A few moment later, his Sight made him realize that Yewkit's welcoming mood was turning slightly sour, and the tom glanced down at the kit with a concerned look on his face. "Everything alright?"
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⋆ LIONPAW ⋆
Curious eyes swallowed the sight of the sky that blanketed the Clans. Dazzling spots of light were the only light source illuminating the Clan besides the massive ball they referred to as "the moon". Lionpaw's baby blue eyes twinkled while staring straight up. But his attention was stolen away when he heard some of his new Clanmates talking about the sky. Trotting over to see what the commotion was about, the reddish gold apprentice passed a greeting to Yewkit, Coldpaw and Cloudwatcher. However, he noticed that the atmosphere was dropping with the sour expression passing across the she-kit's face. This was a common sight back in the ThunderClan; so many of Lionpaw's Clanmates were doubtful and untrusting but they were strong. But no matter how strong they were, they all had weak sides. Although Lionpaw was new to WindClan, he wasn't going to let some clan differences stop him from butting into the conversation when Cloudwatcher asked Yewkit if everything was okay.
"Sure they are! If our ancestors weren't watching us, the sky wouldn't be as bright as it is. You can always tell when they are watching, you just have to see how brightly the stars shine. Picture the light from the stars as eyes: the brighter they glow, the more intensely they are watching you." Lionpaw added, "Some may think that's weird or creepy, but I think it's reassuring. Our ancestors keep watching so that they can see us grow. There's nothing more enjoyable than watching a scrawny kit grow into a strong warrior, that's why they watch us." [/color]
⋆ tags ⋆ MENTOR: WHITELIGHTNING ⋆ WINDCLAN ⋆ APPRENTICE ⋆ 11 MOONS
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even as the remaining stars twinkled, she could feel their energy diminish, dwindling and holding onto what life that still was. turmoil ached in her bones, twisting a hurricane of tempermentality that she wished would vanish. she shoved those feelings down, deep into her stomach hoping to bottle them up forever, yet even as she pushed away the languish, it still caused her eyes to sting, the pricking sensation filled her throat and glossed her normally brittle gaze, softening them.
intensity found the form of lionpaw, strength and blazing pride emanating from him as he passionately echoed the stars' voices, as if they simply used him as a vessel to find their true sound. 'the brighter they glow, the more intensely they are watching . . . ' he certainly rang with pride, a blazing fire in action. finding comfort in such words was lost to her, yet an empty resolution found itself in her steely mismatched gaze. a stern nod, whether in appreciation for his consolatory words, or simply in admiration for his optimism.
"i'll try to look up at the stars with as much faith as you two," she murmured with a slow smile spreading across polished ivories. the icy chill that had settled into her bones was not yet shaken, and she shivered from the cold. "i just don't know if that's possible for me at this moment." her gaze returned to the stars, hopefulness reflecting within swirling gold and the moon's supple grace reflecting calmly in smoky jade.
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⋆ LIONPAW ⋆
Lionpaw's gaze was attached to the sky that glittered with colors that were so far beyond beautiful that Lionpaw couldn't think of another word to describe them. He had always found comfort gazing up at the sky, even if night was not yet upon them. The golden apprentice knew that there were cats up there watching him, but who they were, Lionpaw didn't know. Honestly, Lionpaw didn't even know if his family was up there. Every since the brief interactions Lionpaw had had with Crimsoncry and Featherlight back in ThunderClan, Lionpaw had been pondering what family actually was. He had no memory of his real parents, only the ones that adopted him after a fox got hold of Lionpaw when he was very little; which was where Lionpaw assumed he obtained the scar on his chin. But for some reason, Crimsoncry and Featherlight had a kit that looked exactly like him with the same exact scar and placement. Ever since learning that information, Lionpaw had been curious about his real family. Who were they? Where were they? So many questions that only StarClan could answer for him. But StarClan remained silent.
Noticing the shiver running through Yewkit, Lionpaw let out a gentle smile.
"There's no rush. StarClan understands and will accept you whenever you are ready. But no matter what you decide, they will guide your paws through good and bad." Lionpaw murmured. Although his faith in StarClan was very strong, Lionpaw found Yewkit's uncertainty quite interesting. There was a strong feeling of wanting to understand what she was feeling that caused Lionpaw to stick around. She seemed rather interesting.
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