Post by Sparrow on Nov 13, 2018 13:33:12 GMT
The den seemed vast and empty to Springstar's eyes as she gazed around her, legs tucked beneath her body so as to form her into a singular ball of fur with a head. The bobtailed she-cat shivered despite the warmth of her new room, easing her ears slowly back in disquiet.
Everything felt wrong, and yet right. Feelings swam through her as fluid as a river. There had been so much change so fast, and at such a cost. Was this worth it? Had she been right?
She had joined this clan all those moons ago, uncomfortable with the very idea of even being part of such a large group. A loner from a far off land. She had stood by this clan through strife and conflict, made connections, put down roots. She couldn't have left when Harestar led the offensive against SmokeClan. They had had to fight, had had to claim new hunting land to prevent the annual death of their kits and sick from starvation in leaf-bare. Their prey pile was full this year, their kits hearty and their fur sleek.
And yet...
And yet she knew that SmokeClan must be in chaos right now. SmokeClan's defeat had been shockingly severe, with the clan being driven to the very fringes of their territory.
Tit for tat though, let's see them survive a winter with little food and see how the mock ThornClan then. We cried out for many leaf-bares and no one ever helped us.
The battles themselves had also cost many lives. ThornClan had seen plenty of their own losses, including their leader Harestar. By leading the final charge and rallying the clan after Harestar and the deputy fell, the then Springstep had naturally been the clan's pick to fill the power vacuum. She had snorted at the idea, not believing in StarClan, but the ceremony had erased all doubt.
A rustle at the den entrance caught her attention, and instantly Springstar felt her stomach drop. The idea of actually acting as a leader was so alien to her that she didn't even know what to do with herself.
"Y-ugh-Yeah?"
She mewed, jumping to her paws and trying to look like she'd been in the middle of something important.
"Oh, Ravenfoot."
The dark-coloured tabby who had just entered the den was the daughter of the now-dead leader Harestar. Where Springstar was from, that would have made Ravenfoot a major contender for leader. Though they had never clashed, Springstar felt like she was unwillingly taking up Ravenfoot's rightful place.
"Springstar."
Ravenfoot dipped her head respectfully, slipping inside the den. Her tail hung low to the ground and her ears drooped slightly under the weight of her recent grief. She kept her head low, avoiding Springstar's gaze.
"Springstar I understand that the recent war and your leadership ceremony have been a lot of change in not a lot of time... But I've come to- well..."
The two she-cats shuffled uncomfortably.
"I mean... You need to name a deputy Springstar. It's been suns."
Everything felt wrong, and yet right. Feelings swam through her as fluid as a river. There had been so much change so fast, and at such a cost. Was this worth it? Had she been right?
She had joined this clan all those moons ago, uncomfortable with the very idea of even being part of such a large group. A loner from a far off land. She had stood by this clan through strife and conflict, made connections, put down roots. She couldn't have left when Harestar led the offensive against SmokeClan. They had had to fight, had had to claim new hunting land to prevent the annual death of their kits and sick from starvation in leaf-bare. Their prey pile was full this year, their kits hearty and their fur sleek.
And yet...
And yet she knew that SmokeClan must be in chaos right now. SmokeClan's defeat had been shockingly severe, with the clan being driven to the very fringes of their territory.
Tit for tat though, let's see them survive a winter with little food and see how the mock ThornClan then. We cried out for many leaf-bares and no one ever helped us.
The battles themselves had also cost many lives. ThornClan had seen plenty of their own losses, including their leader Harestar. By leading the final charge and rallying the clan after Harestar and the deputy fell, the then Springstep had naturally been the clan's pick to fill the power vacuum. She had snorted at the idea, not believing in StarClan, but the ceremony had erased all doubt.
A rustle at the den entrance caught her attention, and instantly Springstar felt her stomach drop. The idea of actually acting as a leader was so alien to her that she didn't even know what to do with herself.
"Y-ugh-Yeah?"
She mewed, jumping to her paws and trying to look like she'd been in the middle of something important.
"Oh, Ravenfoot."
The dark-coloured tabby who had just entered the den was the daughter of the now-dead leader Harestar. Where Springstar was from, that would have made Ravenfoot a major contender for leader. Though they had never clashed, Springstar felt like she was unwillingly taking up Ravenfoot's rightful place.
"Springstar."
Ravenfoot dipped her head respectfully, slipping inside the den. Her tail hung low to the ground and her ears drooped slightly under the weight of her recent grief. She kept her head low, avoiding Springstar's gaze.
"Springstar I understand that the recent war and your leadership ceremony have been a lot of change in not a lot of time... But I've come to- well..."
The two she-cats shuffled uncomfortably.
"I mean... You need to name a deputy Springstar. It's been suns."