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The sun had barely set below the mountains when the Waterclan elder roused her two children and grandkit from their nests, not saying anything but instead gesturing for them to follow her and remain quiet. Though their cousin Violetstar trusted them, Gravelshell couldn't afford to take any risks; especially when disdain and scorn for those who had abandoned the clan during the plague was still so prevalent. It was only when the four cats had all gathered together by the camp's entrance that she told them what had been secretly arranged by their uncle Bluepelt before he along with Florianmischief and Skylerpaw had left the sancturary of Dayclan to return home:
"He and Zephyr will be waiting to see you again; two moons from tonight, at the gathering place."
Gravelshell gave them the choice; only she and Yuccablossom hadn't had the chance to say their proper goodbyes, or formerly mourn the loss of Caspianpaw and his kits. The other two were free to join them if they wished, or go back to their nests to sleep. The Elder wouldn't hold it against them if they did, but no matter what they chose, she and her daughter were going.
The waning crescent of the moon shone brightly down on them, surrounded by twinkling stars; the ever-watchful eyes of their ancestors. As Gravelshell made the final trek up the hill to the Gathering Place, leaning against Yuccablossom's soft pelt for support, she absentmindedly wondered whether her mother Marshcall, or her father Puddlestep, were looking down at her right now. Were they proud of her accomplishments as Waterclan's leader? Did they rejoice when she returned from her moons in the twolegplace, and made amends with her brother Bluepelt? Did they feel shame, or sorrow, when Yellowmoon ruined her and Bluepelt's lives and reputations? Were they the ones who welcomed her son and grandkits into Starclan, alongside Vanillapaw? When her time eventually comes, two lives from now, would they still love her?
If she could do her life over, would she change anything at all?
Lucistic kept walking, his ears flattened against his head. He remembered when he was a kit he was so independent. Probably because he was kidnapped away from everyone he ever knew. But still! He came back at a warriors age and didn't need his dad around to lead him over to his mom to say hello. Mainly because his dad died by the time he made it back home. But still!
"DAAAAAAAAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
This time Zephyrglade had screeched so loud StarClan's angels could have gone deaf.
"WHAT!? What the heck is it Zephyr?" Lucistic hissed.
"Heh, I found this cool rock that was shaped like a butt," Zephyrglade snickered.
"Really? Where?" Lucistic asked.
"Oh I mean, it was back in camp, but you kept walking so-"
Lucistic proceeded to continue to walk to the gathering. Was this how his dad felt having kits? Like he died a long time ago and this was his eternal punishment, being annoyed by something that was half you, half your wife. Like some kind of mad experiment gone wrong. Speed walking his son in the dust he made it to the gathering with five minutes of me time to spare while his son casually took in the scenery like a nerd or really, more like a third wheel he could never get rid of because apparently children were sacred or something.
Post by Honeystorm on Mar 28, 2019 10:55:03 GMT -5
Florianmischief, of course, wouldn't have missed the meeting for the world. He was hot on Gravelshell's tail as they made the trek, Skylarpaw padding along dutifully at his side. Sure, they could have stayed, but Skylarpaw especially, missed the little family he had left, and neither had any desire to miss one of the few chances they had to visit their relatives.
Feeling a suddenly a bit too crowded for comfort, Gravelshell shook herself out of her thoughts, glancing over her shoulder where her two children were practically right on top of her. "I might have retired to the Elder's den, but you both do realize I'm not actually that old, right?" She purred to them amusedly, rolling her eyes as she made a sudden push ahead. "I'm not about to just fall over or something."
"O-Oh! Sorry mother," Yuccablossom laughed sheepishly, not even noticing how close she had been walking next to the former leader, to the point where their pelts had been brushing together. Being the one kit to stay behind during the plague, the only daughter of the family had found herself growing extremely protective of her mother lately. Which was kinda weird, because everything was totally okay now, and she could go live her own life again. The young warrior supposed it might be a result of watching her mom die twice in front of her, but that was ridiculous. Slowing down to walk beside Florianmischief, she noticed how lost in thought he looked and gave him a playful nudge. "Hey," she purred. "Don't look so stoic; we're going to see dad and Zephyr again!"
Lucistic sat down, his black tail curled around himself and not long after did Zephyrglade come panting behind him. Now. When the kid finally didn't bother him enough did Zephyr finally find a lack of energy? Why couldn't he have been like that as a kit? His ears were pinned against his head as he watched son sit next to him, but he did just want to see his mom it would be rude to fault him for that. Lucistic leaned into Zephyrglade who magnetically moved into his fathers warmth while waiting for his family to show up.
