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There was a lot to be learned about SummerClan's before. Before him, before Ratstar, before the now.
Crow knew he had many resources available to him - the clan elders, Graythorn in particular, but between the kits begging for stories and the former medicine cat working on a communication system since his incident, he didn't want to add to their visitors; Doefreckle, who he enjoyed talking with and exchanging life stories, but he could still sense the nostalgic tinge in the former leader's words; and Ratstar was more than willing to regale his own experiences and the changes the clan underwent when he was ordained, but the tom saw things through rose-tinted lens - but there was one he'd never heard, a perspective still new and unknown. He often saw her off in her own world or taking off on an early morning stroll.
So one morning, the sunrise still fresh and peachy, he was waiting outside of camp for the arrival of a calico he knew would appear. "HI, Sunfreckle," he said a little too suddenly, too late to register that his presence might be startling. He grinned sheepishly at her. "Oops. Sorry."
Post by goldcrest on Sept 19, 2021 16:03:09 GMT -5
It was a groggy sort of morning, all heavy eyelids and clumsy limbs. It wasn't often she had a bad sleep, but the days she did were possibly the only days she regretted early risings. The tiredness would be gone in time, of course, but it meant she usually missed the energy she got with the sunrise. Sunfreckle slunk out of camp, tripping over her own feet in the process. It had been a night of worry, all crowded thoughts and anxiety, with the usual comfort of sleeping clanmates turned distracting and irritating. She'd conditioned herself to being up early since she was just a kit, much to the slight annoyance of her mother, and there was no way she was going back to sleep now. The sun was awake, and so was she.
She stretched the moment she got out of camp, giving a yawn and a shake of her paw as if to wake herself up a little more. Perhaps it was her usual lack of attention, or possibly the bad night before, that caused her to miss the very obvious figure in front of her.
Hi, Sunfreckle. She startled, forcing her fur flat and offering a chuckle after gathering her wits. It would be a lie to say she wasn't at least a little embarrassed, but the feeling didn't last long.
"It's alright." She blinked the last bits of sleep from her eyes, "Lovely morning, isn't it?" She purred. It was odd, running into someone so early, but really a pleasant surprise. Even though she enjoyed the solitude of the morning, the emptiness of the territory and the quiet of camp, the company was always welcomed.
"It is," he agreed, turning to admire the way the golden rays slanting through the dark outline of the trees was beginning to deepen in hue as the sky began to lighten in comparison. It turned from navy to rose to periwinkle, and the earth was all dotted wildflowers and sparkling rivers, the deepness of the land splitting across the subtleties of the skyline. There was a richness it lacked that made him crave the blazing sunsets over the Southern Sea, but there was a quietude to the mornings that evenings could never rival, those moments of utter silence as the forest slept.
Crow turned and, when Sunfreckle moved, fell into step beside her. "I hope Raystrike doesn't bother you in the mornings. You can always tell me and I'll make her do her morning prayers out in the Deep Lands or the Witch’s House or a fox den," he joked in a manner only siblings would, though it did expose a creeping concern. He supported his sister, he truly did, and it meant the world to him that Ratstar permitted her to stay in the clan despite being a Ray in SunClan, but he knew several clan members complained about how loud her sermons tended to be, especially as she liked to host them right beside the warriors' den. And then there were the 'why is she talking about the Sun God when SummerClan worships StarClan' and 'isn't SunClan crazy?' ordeals, and it was all so exhausting trying to navigate. Why couldn't everyone just get along?
Post by goldcrest on Sept 22, 2021 19:30:46 GMT -5
She laughed, "Oh, no, it's all fine. Hardly notice her, really. Walk with me?" She nodded her head forward, taking time to stretch and pad forward. The night had made the grass cool, sending a slight shiver up her legs as the warmth of her nest wore off. Usually her day started with a drink from the river, and then she moved forwards towards meadows, reveling in the blissful quiet and the sweet smell of the surrounding flowers. Today, she directed them. . . to the same place. Just because she had company didn't mean she would change her path, of course. Besides, it was a nice area to just sit and talk. Good for picnics or training or practicing or simply napping in the sun.
"So, how've you been lately? We haven't talked much." She was a little confused as to why he had approached her anyway--they haven't necessarily been close before. He may have needed something, or maybe he was just looking for a chat. Despite her politeness and her friendly demeanor, she really didn't have many friends. And maybe that wore on her a little.
"I've been good, in case you were wondering, if not a bit bored." Sunfreckle always had this habit of speaking over others, or interrupting before they could even start—something she hardly noticed most of the time. Her excitement to speak, and for some reason an excessive need to butt in and talk about herself. Not out of vain, she was simply excited.
He was glad to listen and content to be spoken over, smiling fondly at Sunfreckle's exuberant stream of consciousness, something that reminded him of his daughter, Cinderflower. Together, the two could talk at each other all day and somehow both hear none of what the other was saying while understanding the what the inflections in their tones meant. "I'm glad you're good, if a little bored," he laughed, the sound pluming into a cloud in the air, "That means everything around here is good, which is all we can really ask for, innit?" He smiled, his whiskers heavy with water from the stream.
Sure, the peace was sometimes grating, the adventure and spontaneity drained out by the harmony they had the blessing to experience. He knew many of his clanmates got tired of it, wishing just once for a cat to trespass onto SummerClan's beautiful territory that wasn't someone hoping to join just so they could have the chance of a border skirmish, but as someone born under the intensity of the desert heat and raised in fear and fire, Crow could appreciate the boring aspects of life. Revel in them, even. At the end of every day, as he laid down for the night and before he began to dream, he always begged, Just one more day. One more beautiful, fearless day.
"I'm a little bored these days too, but to be honest, I'm maybe a bit grateful for it," he admitted. "Hippostep is a warrior now, my oldest are too, and it'll be another moon or so before Orchiddrop and I have our paws full again. I'm so gonna get spoiled to this." As the river curved away to run deeper into the territory and the ground stiffened, the dampness fading, Crow glanced aside quizzically at Sunfreckle. "Is SummerClan different from when you were here last? I heard you used to be Graythorn's apprentice and I'm just... always so curious about what it looks like in the eyes of someone who's seen it before. Sometimes I go back to SunClan to visit someone important to me and it looks so strange to me, seeing Littlestar instead of Bloodystar, seeing cats who aren't oppressed and afraid. It's so different to the... the SunClan that raised me." He didn't miss it, but he wouldn't say that out loud, lest the bitterness in his heart infect his voice. He missed the dry desert heat - it was only recently when Doe suggested he might have asthma that he realized SummerClan's thick, aromatic atmosphere and high pollen count was what made it harder to breathe here - and having his whole family together, but the trauma? The fear? The feeling of isolation, of knowing he would never truly be one of the cats who resented him for nothing more than a name? No, he didn't miss that.
Post by goldcrest on Sept 26, 2021 14:37:44 GMT -5
"Oh! That's so exciting!" She'd always loved kits, even when they got underfoot or caused whatever harmless trouble young children tended to cause. Their little cute faces made up for it. Though, she could never imagine herself being a mother.
She looked towards the sky briefly. It would be a clear, cloudless day. For the most part, the peace was nice. Perfectly boring, life was wonderful in Summerclan. But for some reason it didn't ease any of her worries, and it hadn't yet dawned on her that there wasn't really much outside cause. Maybe it was the never changing routine that had gotten to her, one that she had settled into almost immediately and hadn't bothered to drop. She turned, naturally, upwards towards the north sea.
"Hm, I wouldn't say so. Honestly I wasn't gone that long, a few moons I think. Plus, I didn't go too far." Regrettable, almost, because if she'd gone further maybe she wouldn't have returned, maybe she would have found something more. "I was, yup." she popped the 'p'. Maybe it was more different than she remembered, maybe it was the fact it didn't quite feel much like home anymore. She lived here, she loved her clan and the territory and everything else, but something was a little off with it. And she couldn't place it.
