Post by Ki on Dec 1, 2009 17:55:15 GMT -6
Graysong might be dead. But that did not mean she had stopped caring about WindClan. She watched them often, as she was doing now. Her starry pelt winked and twinkled. The quiet she-cat had gotten used to StarClan very easily. Her three kits, who had been still-born, also had adapted quickly. After all, they'd never lived. The kits also liked to watch WindClan, the Clan they would have been a part of. They laughed when they truimphed and cried when they were in pain. The family also watched Graysong's mate and the kit's father, Pheonix. He was a loner with a red-orange pelt. And after his mate 'abandoned' him, he was very bitter. Graysong often wished she could console him. However she was powerless, for the most part.
The other cat, who always managed to get the majority of their attention, was Smokepaw. The runt that lived. He'd never known it, but his family was always looking out for him. They'd giggled as he took his first clumsy steps out of the nursery and glowed with pride when he became an apprentice. Now Graysong was watching her only living kit sleep. Smokepaw had been left behind and left to help guard camp while the other cats went to the Gathering. He and the other apprentices had been given the option to sleep. They had opted for that...but not before Smokepaw made a date with Maplepaw.
"She is a good cat, my son." Graysong purred quietly, more to herself than to him. Her voice was sweet and pure. Like a musical note. "And you will make a fine warrior, one day." Graysong was proud of Smokepaw. He was no leader, no medicine cat. Nothing but an intelligent apprentice who would go on to become a wise warrior. Graysong let out a small sigh. She was far from unhappy here. But she would not-could not-abandon Pheonix and Smokepaw. Never.
The other cat, who always managed to get the majority of their attention, was Smokepaw. The runt that lived. He'd never known it, but his family was always looking out for him. They'd giggled as he took his first clumsy steps out of the nursery and glowed with pride when he became an apprentice. Now Graysong was watching her only living kit sleep. Smokepaw had been left behind and left to help guard camp while the other cats went to the Gathering. He and the other apprentices had been given the option to sleep. They had opted for that...but not before Smokepaw made a date with Maplepaw.
"She is a good cat, my son." Graysong purred quietly, more to herself than to him. Her voice was sweet and pure. Like a musical note. "And you will make a fine warrior, one day." Graysong was proud of Smokepaw. He was no leader, no medicine cat. Nothing but an intelligent apprentice who would go on to become a wise warrior. Graysong let out a small sigh. She was far from unhappy here. But she would not-could not-abandon Pheonix and Smokepaw. Never.