Post by gemini on Aug 21, 2018 11:45:27 GMT -5
"Speak"
The moon slowly crept higher in the sky, reaching its peak at some point in their conversation. He glanced over and chuckled slightly at the small amount of surprise he could see on her features. The deputy nodded in agreement to her statements, noting, “Maybe that’s the point?” He could only smile and nod to her next few statements. As for the ‘hot shots,’ there was nothing that they could do about that, to teach them lessons that they weren’t ready to learn. They had to learn of their own mortality, what life meant to them, and what it meant to be a warrior of Shadowclan.
Maybe that applied to all clans? He liked to think sometimes that they weren’t all so different, outside of heritage, and what spaces they called ‘home.’ He liked to think that young cats everywhere were the same. At least then, he could rest assured that there was some absolute that allowed him to at least understand the cats that were their rivals, but their friends – and equals, although the word ‘equals’ may just offend some, depending on the cat asked.
His tail flicked slightly and nodded. “I’d like to think that I could grit my teeth, and keep the fear at bay, but I’m not entirely sure. I don’t plan on ever finding out if that’s one thing that I can’t force myself through.” He almost mumbled this, thinking for a moment. Would such a thing break him, and allow the fear that he had learned to control through sheer determination to come rushing forth in an unstoppable wave? It wasn’t that the tom didn’t feel fear – although most things simply didn’t phase him anymore – he simply knew how to not let himself get swept up into the hysteria that was fear, and look it in the face, and force through the things that it screamed ‘don’t do that, you can’t do that!’ at.
Yarrowclaw looked over when she agreed, admittedly surprised. A pleased look touched his features though, and he stood, jumping down from their perch. He waited a moment, before padding closer to the edge of the path. There were no lights, there were no sounds tickling the sensitive hairs in his ears. It seemed as if the monsters had passed for the time being. He glanced over at Ivystar, feeling the giddiness of an apprentice disobeying. Clan law generally discouraged crossing borders, and perhaps it could cause a little trouble, but what was life without some kind of conflict? It wasn’t as if they were going to steal food, or initiating a hostile takeover of Thunderclan territory… They were simply living life and experiencing things. It wouldn’t be his first time, but he was happy that he could be there for Ivystar’s. He felt as if this night of curiosity and vulnerability in the privacy of the dark, under the curiousness of the sky allowed the two to become closer. Perhaps it would lead for better leading of the clan, after all, what good was a leader and deputy if they could not be friends? How could they lead a clan without knowing each other?
It was his belief that they couldn’t, and this interesting experience, he thought, was a bit of a bonding time. “And so we go,” he said, lifting a paw and placing it on the rough, oily path.
The moon slowly crept higher in the sky, reaching its peak at some point in their conversation. He glanced over and chuckled slightly at the small amount of surprise he could see on her features. The deputy nodded in agreement to her statements, noting, “Maybe that’s the point?” He could only smile and nod to her next few statements. As for the ‘hot shots,’ there was nothing that they could do about that, to teach them lessons that they weren’t ready to learn. They had to learn of their own mortality, what life meant to them, and what it meant to be a warrior of Shadowclan.
Maybe that applied to all clans? He liked to think sometimes that they weren’t all so different, outside of heritage, and what spaces they called ‘home.’ He liked to think that young cats everywhere were the same. At least then, he could rest assured that there was some absolute that allowed him to at least understand the cats that were their rivals, but their friends – and equals, although the word ‘equals’ may just offend some, depending on the cat asked.
His tail flicked slightly and nodded. “I’d like to think that I could grit my teeth, and keep the fear at bay, but I’m not entirely sure. I don’t plan on ever finding out if that’s one thing that I can’t force myself through.” He almost mumbled this, thinking for a moment. Would such a thing break him, and allow the fear that he had learned to control through sheer determination to come rushing forth in an unstoppable wave? It wasn’t that the tom didn’t feel fear – although most things simply didn’t phase him anymore – he simply knew how to not let himself get swept up into the hysteria that was fear, and look it in the face, and force through the things that it screamed ‘don’t do that, you can’t do that!’ at.
Yarrowclaw looked over when she agreed, admittedly surprised. A pleased look touched his features though, and he stood, jumping down from their perch. He waited a moment, before padding closer to the edge of the path. There were no lights, there were no sounds tickling the sensitive hairs in his ears. It seemed as if the monsters had passed for the time being. He glanced over at Ivystar, feeling the giddiness of an apprentice disobeying. Clan law generally discouraged crossing borders, and perhaps it could cause a little trouble, but what was life without some kind of conflict? It wasn’t as if they were going to steal food, or initiating a hostile takeover of Thunderclan territory… They were simply living life and experiencing things. It wouldn’t be his first time, but he was happy that he could be there for Ivystar’s. He felt as if this night of curiosity and vulnerability in the privacy of the dark, under the curiousness of the sky allowed the two to become closer. Perhaps it would lead for better leading of the clan, after all, what good was a leader and deputy if they could not be friends? How could they lead a clan without knowing each other?
It was his belief that they couldn’t, and this interesting experience, he thought, was a bit of a bonding time. “And so we go,” he said, lifting a paw and placing it on the rough, oily path.
YARROWCLAW
Ciri