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Post by Honeystorm on Feb 23, 2019 21:13:38 GMT -5
There was something rather terrifying about the realization that you could come face to face with the deity you worshiped. On one hand, it was an extraordinary honor, for the Sun God to walk among them, on the other, he could kill anyone in the clan without ever so much as lifting a paw against them. Perhaps they were lucky that he was, usually, in a good mood.
With the warmer weather and the promise of newleaf on the horizon, the diety couldn't claim to be too upset, though he'd have to admit, he would be quite happy when the snow was gone. With all being well, he supposed he had the time to visit his favorite clan, SunClan, named after him, of course.
Run run run away Meet me in our hiding place Find me where we'll make our escape
Pawsteps fell against the ground, their movements light and calculated. The more they delved deeper into SunClan territory, the more they began to pick up speed, continuing to do so until the feline they belonged to broke out into a full-on sprint. It felt nice, the way the breeze raked through her onyx-colored fur, her bright green eyes focusing on what was ahead of her as she moved quicker and quicker through the forest.
Dragonborn didn't really have a religion. Her siblings were scattered among the clans, her father nowhere to be seen, and her mother nothing but a distant relative; she felt quite lost in the world at the moment, and the thought of religion was pushed far into the back of the deepest crevices of her mind.
Suddenly, the molly came to a halt, for the sweet yet strange scent of a stranger came swirling up into her nostrils. With curiosity piquing within her heart, the young warrior turned to the north-east and began heading that way, this time at a pace way slower than before. If it was an intruder, than she'd have to be careful; who knew what they were made of.
Come come come away We don't need them anyway Find me where we'll make our escape
Brokenstride had been coming from the other way when she saw the sun god. She tilted her head at the stranger. He didn't look like a stranger, but she didn't know him either. "I'm Brokenstride. Are you new here?"
It wasn't a stranger of course, but the deity who ruled the clan from the skies. His power had been displayed at her initiation ceremony, when her sunflower had burst inexplicably into flames, his presence talked about by the cats of the clan, and explained to the Initiates by the Senators who were tasked with teaching the cats about the deity and culture of SunClan. The same initiation Dragonborn had been subjected to, and passed, thanks to the Sun God. Though she was confused, she was loyal, and in time, the Sun God believed she'd embrace him, as her littermates had.
His voice rang out over Brokenstride's before the new feline could answer, the absolutely massive tom, flames flickering throughout his fur in the same way stars did for the StarClan cats, answering the Senator for the Priestess daughter. "This is Dragonborn. She's one of Foxstar's children who joined after the sickness came in WaterClan." The gold shaded white tom explained, stepping up beside Brokenstride, gaze turned down to peer at the newcomer himself.
The She-Cat’s eyes widened and she shrank back. It was unusual behavior for her, but she hadn’t seen any true fighting since before Wormwood died, and had grown somewhat timid since his execution.
