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Post by stripebird on Aug 5, 2010 21:35:43 GMT -5
I may be ShadowClan, the Bengal leader scoffed, and Stripestar didn't miss the husky edge to his voice, But I’m not that secretive, Stripestar. He cleared his throat evenly, and eyed him with icy blue gems after he'd stretched. Well, go on... Whatever Cinderdust failed to tell him, this was his chance to get in on it. It was some eminent danger that threatened the Clans, all of them. That fact was especially important to the pale tabby oriental, in the event that WindClan would fight to survive. If he had to unite with RiverClan, ShadowClan and ThunderClan so be it. So long as his Clan was safe. The vacant glaze in Hawkstars eyes didn't surprise him; it was probably a pain to have to explain a prophecy to another leader when the Medicine cat seemed incompetent enough to forget... Pushing aside his natural guilt, his thoughts raced like an aviator. What if WindClan was attacked by this evil and they had no preparation because she didn't say anything? What if!? His brilliant olive moonstones were steely as he looked past the dappled warrior; into some leaf twitching, dripping with the morning dew. It quivered and danced to and fro, while a faint gust swept through the spacious clearing.
According to StarClan, a threat is gathering, it is a danger to all the Clans, and if we are to defeat it, we’ll…have to work together. If we try to face it alone, it’ll separate us, and pick us off, one by one. The words would have been surprising if they had come from anyone else, out of the blue. But he, having eavesdropped on the two beforehand... they were more-so expected. The image of WindClan, or any Clan, being targeted helplessly didn't please the lean tabby. It was hard to imagine, in truth. In the dead of night, whails and cries of pain and horror overriding the wind... shadows stalking the hollow, circling it; enemies digging their claws into the innocent. Anger replaced the serenity in his gaze, and his claws unsheathed, digging into the soft soil.
He would never let that happen. He returned his attention to the ShadowClan tom just in time to notice him approaching, subtly, in a haughty manner... Understand now? He narrowed his eyes in a rugged manner, but his attitude was composed. He felt his mood dampen immediately at the thought of the troubling words, and he wondered vigorously why StarClan had said nothing. Was it simply because they were planning to tell the Medicine cat? Stripestars face screwed up, and his ears laid flat against his skull. "Clearly." He briskly mewed, his usually light honey intonation jagged, "And it seems that the sun is rising incredibly fast, I need to get back to camp before sunhigh," Ears perked, he glanced once more at the foxtrotting leaf; it quivered no more.
"May StarClan light your path." He murmured gently.
Flicking his tail, he cast Hawkstar a knowing look; one of both sympathy and hospitality, before he dipped his head and slipped abruptly into the brush; leaving fourtrees. Spring orbs fierce as he turned into the shadows; his thick coiled tail the last part of him to be seen. Whatever happens, he felt that... perhaps he had made a friend. A possible ally in any event. Maybe, maybe not. StarClan knew.
They knew. He knew they did.
They knew all along.
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to: camp
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Post by Hawkstar on Aug 5, 2010 22:07:51 GMT -5
Hawkstar watched with a level gaze as the WindClan leader’s face contorted slightly, conveying the emotions of a leader who was fearful for both his Clan and the future. The Bengal tom knew those feelings well enough, and it was at times like these when he half longed for simpler duties and a less dangerous life. For though his nine lives, all of which still miraculously intact, kept him fresh and ready, the years pulled at him from under the surface, preparing to strike when he was weakest and needed them most. Will I remain as I am, until I am on my last legs? Then will time finally catch up with me? Little did he know, Icestar had once wondered the same exact thing, in her most private thoughts and deepest fears. In many ways, the silver warrior still walked with him, even in death.
“Clearly.”
Hawkstar blinked, then remembered that he had asked the other tom a question. Understand? Clearly. The ShadowClan leader nodded towards Stripestar, then sat down on the moist earth with a contented sigh, a rumbling breath with the likeness of distant thunder. “And it seems that the sun is rising incredibly fast,” the WindClan warrior then added in a surprisingly thoughtful tone, calm even. He already knew, Hawkstar reminded himself. At least in his heart he did. A leader always knew, even if they didn’t even realize it.
“I need to get back to camp before sunhigh,” Stripestar continued, glancing at someplace past the bengal warrior’s head. He didn’t bother to look as well; any threat would have been scented long before. He did, however, watch as Stripestar got to his paws and turned about, giving the hollow a long look. He then turned his green gaze to Hawkstar.
“May StarClan light your path,” he said simply, his tone utterly genuine.
“And yours also,” Hawkstar replied. We’ll both be needing it, it seems, he added to himself grimly as he watched the beige tom slip silently into the brush and back towards WindClan territory. It was only after he vanished that Hawkstar himself stood, turning his own eyes in the direction of home, back to his family, his life, his duties. Just as Stripestar's paws guided him back, so would his. Only StarClan knew what lay ahead for both their Clans, and for all.
They knew. He knew they did.
They knew all along.
To: Camp
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