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Dovewish found herself tossing and turning in her sleep. Each time she closed her eyes, there was another nightmare. Frustrated with the lack of sleep, she decided a walk would help soothe her. Rising to her paws and leaving the warmth of her nest, she crept passed the other sleeping warriors, careful not to step on any tails. She slipped out of the den and out into the camp clearing. The air was cool and chilly compared to the warm den she had left behind. She pushed away the shiver that ran down her spine and headed for the exit of camp. As she emerged out into the forest, the smell of musty leaves filled her nose and a bitter wind ruffled her fur. Her beautiful blue eyes glanced toward the sky, the stars looking like they were hanging from the branches of the trees. A small smile pulled at the corner of her lips before she continued her walk. A light cloud of breath escaped her muzzle and lifted into the night sky. She was unsure of where her paws were taking her. All she knew was that she must forget the nightmares that have been haunting her.
After walking for some time, the gray she-cat came to a small stream where the stars reflected in the water making it look as if glitter had been poured into the stream. A smooth rock, still slightly warm from the rays of the sun just hours before the moon took its place in the sky, bordered the lazy flowing stream. Dovewish took a seat atop the boulder and cast her gaze into the river. The glittering reflection illuminated her blue eyes, giving them the impression that they were glowing. Her smooth, glossy gray pelt was well groomed and mimicked the fine strands of silk. The moon gave her gray coat a shimmery silver glow. She looked stunning. Though beautiful inside and out, something dark lingered. Something from her past haunted her. She closed her eyes and shook her head, clearing her mind. She let out a sigh, letting her breath be seen in the crisp air.
A dusty nose took to the ground, sniffing wearily as the tom worked in quiet desperation to find a scent he knew could not be there. Thistlestar pulled his head back up, his narrowed green eyes taking in the border for a few, long seconds before he turned away, his eyes scanning the fields and horizons once more before he made his was back towards Springclan camp. It had been many nights of the same routine. The reminder of a particular cat long gone who disappeared into the night never to return. The morning after, Thistlestar was so busy, he did not even bother to check on her before his duties. As a deputy at the time, the responsibilities began to weigh more heavily and his free time shortening. It was not until the night time that he realized something was wrong and after hours of hunting down, interrogating his clanmates and many round trips around Springclan did he realize she was gone. Though that day was long and gone, the remnants of that pain still rang fresh in the leader's mind. All he had left now was the image of a ginger she-cat and the happy memories of their time. It had been many moons now that he came out in the night alone to patrol the borders in hope of a familiar scent or sight of the she-cat, but alas nothing. To this day it was unknown why she left Springclan, maybe cats within camp spread different ideas and theories around following the days of her disappearance, but Thistlestar avoided them all. He knew listening to pointless gossip wouldn't help him find her, so instead, every night he took it upon himself to go on a lone patrol in hopes of catching some remnants of the she-cat, but to his dismay, nothing. Despite the moons passing, Thistlestar couldn't help but continued his search, but like always, it led to nothing.
Having been lost in his deep thoughts and concerns, Thistlestar did not realized he veered off the track, ended at the side of the stream that cut through Springclan. His brows furrowed as he watching the quiet ripples glisten under the bright night sky. The leader stood tall as he stopped at the stream's edge, closing his eyes to take in the sound of the night, hoping to melt away the worries of the past. A soft breeze that came down stream brought along with it a familiar scent. Shocked by the realize the tom opened his eyes quickly, glancing around at his surrounds to see the familiar sight of a gray she-cat up the side of the stream many tail lengths from him. She seed to be lost in her own thoughts as she sat at the edge of the stream, her eyes shut in silent contemplation. Thistlestar hesitated a moment before quietly making his way to the she-cat.
"It is pretty late to be out here by yourself." Thistlestar spoke up, his deep voice disrupting the peace of the night. This green orbs were darkened in the night, but were bright with concern as he took in the she-cat "Is everything alright?"
She jumped to her paws, startled by Thistlestar's voice. She hadn't expected anyone else to be out here. She exhaled in relief when she realized it was just her leader and not something or someone dangerous. "Thistlestar, you startled me." Her eyes were soft and kind, twitching her whiskers in amusement at her reaction a moment ago. "Yes, everything is alright." She answered his question. She leaped gracefully off the boulder she was resting on and approached her leader, dipping her head respectfully. "What brings you out here?"
Thistlestar's ear's flatten slightly in embarassment "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." He offered apologetically taking in the she-cat as he approached her. She seem to be okay, which gave the leader some relief, but there was an odd feeling in his gut telling him there was more than what the she-cat led on. Thistlestar decided it was best to pursue no further.
"I was out for a night walk." He answered easily, the lie rolled off as smoothly. It was always the same excuse for many moons. No ever knew his true intentions when he would leave Springclan at night and he was okay with that. "Sometimes the camp can be a bit suffocating, more so as leader now." He added truthfully, his narrow eyes glancing back to the stream, his visions flickering around the water, catching the sight of the moon's reflection that bounced off the surface's edge.
"Oh. I expected that it would be more open now that you have a den all to yourself" she chuckled. She followed his gaze to the water and a frown appeared on her pretty face. "Is something the matter?" If he asked if there was something wrong with her, perhaps he was just asking because he needed someone to talk to about his problems.
Thistlestar chuckled deeply at the punch, dropping his head in slight embarrassment. "I don't mean to sound ungrateful." He meowed, taking in the she-cat again before adding "But, it does feel odd to have a whole den to myself. I've grown up always surrounded by others. To now wake up to a empty den feels a bit... lonely." Thistlestar admitted quietly, a small smile gracing his muzzle.
Her question took Thistlestar by surprise. It was easy to sway other cats to accept the idea that the leader was okay. His naturally calm deposition was always convincing enough to drop further interrogation. It was a trait the tom was rather grateful for. So to his surprise, the she-cat pursued further.
"I am fine, truly." The leader offered a small smile. A large portion of it was the truth. After moons of dead end searching, Thistlestar had gotten used to the disappointment of the search becoming numb to the emotion, though the concern never left. "I have to admit though, I am a bit surprised to find someone out here." He pressed forward, his intimating features peering deeply into Dovewish as he searched her expression for some sort of reaction "The moon high patrols have already returned from their trips. Its a rather chilly night, more so near the stream." He glanced off briefly before returning his gaze to the pretty she-cat, lingering for a moment before continuing "Please, if there is anything I can do to help ease what ever is on your mind, please let me know."
She offered him a warm smile when he admitted that he was lonely. She wanted to suggest that perhaps it was time for him to take on a mate but his next statement caught her by surprise. He was still trying to figure out why she was out there. She supposed she owed him an explanation considering he had given her one unsure if his was actually the truth. With the fear of revealing her insecurities, she chose a truth that was set apart from a deeper reasoning. "Oh, I'm fine. I just couldn't sleep. Some pesky bad dreams but I thought a walk would do me some good." She was pretty good at hiding her pain. Although it was easy to determine that there was, indeed, something deeper, she made sure it didn't interfere with her daily duties. If she said that she was fine, then that is the story she stuck to. She didn't know Thistlestar enough to tell him her true feelings - or rather anyone for that matter. As long as she continued to be the elite warrior she was, there was no need for him to question whether these problems were serious or not. "You could join me if you'd like" he offered, feeling much more confident than she had when they had eaten together the other day.
Thistlestar listened intently, his green eyes taking in every detail the she-cat spoke, her mannerisms and her body language but there were no red flags. "I would love to join you." he answered genuinely, stepping along side her, taking a couple of extra steps ahead out of habit. Though his mind and body felt tired from a long day's work and a night of searching, some small part of him took comfort in the opportunity of company. "I understand that." He spoke up earnestly, glancing ahead of them, his eyes trailing the terrain for any movements. He paused to take in the sounds of the forest before continuing. "I had a lot of nightmares myself when I was younger." the words flowed effortlessly with little hesitation as the tom swam in the memories.
"You did?" She asked, looking at him with surprise as she walked alongside him. She perked her ears in interest. Will he tell her what his nightmares were about?
Thistlestar nodded slowly, glancing over in Dovewish's direction before focusing back ahead, his eyes scanning the area still. "My mother, Blossomflight, died when I was finishing up my apprenticeship." He spoke carefully, stopping suddenly, his eyes flickered with the raw memories of his nine lives ceremony. It was the first time since she had passed away that he spoke of her out loud. He couldn't help but smile to himself as the image of his mother's smiling Starclan form twinkled brightly in his memories. "She was one of my biggest supporters throughout life. We really only had each other since my father was a loner who left her and my siblings all died of Whitecough when they were just weeks old. " He began, finding new found confidence in speaking on his past at the reminder of his mother "My nightmares ran along the lines of being alone." He spoke up, glancing away "Losing a loved one, a friend, a comrade." He offered a small smile "They used to keep me up for many many moons... I hardly ever slept."
Dovewish lowered her ears, sympathy for the tom flooding through her. "I-I'm sorry...that sounds awful..." She couldnt imagine losing a parent. She still had her mother and father even though they didn't love each other anymore. "I cant imagine what that's like...but you saw her, didn't you? At your lives ceremony. Surely she was there and happy." She began to panic inside, hoping she wasn't wrong about his mother being in Starclan. If she was right, then perhaps it would bring him some comfort knowing how well she is doing. However, if she was wrong and his mother was not in Starclan or that he didn't see her, she could have just made things worse.
Thistlestar did not notice the she-cat's heartfelt reaction right away, since he took great care to watch his surroundings. Upon Dovewish offered her condolences, Thistlestar turned, confused for a moment as he took in her sympathetic reaction. "Oh please don't apologize." He offered a small smile in hopes of turning away the sad emotions the conversation brought. "It happened a long time ago." The words came out wistful and slow, but calm and strong.
He hesitated at the she-cat's question. He hadn't spoke to anyone in detail on the ceremony. It was a far too emotion experience to relay to every cat who asked, so the leader had given a quite generic and neutral response, but there was always a small part of him that wanted to speak out more, but time and company was never in his favor. This time, everything seem to fit perfectly to suit the opportunity. Besides, Dovewish was a rather private she-cat, one Thistlestar learned quickly he could trust.
"I did see her." He spoke quietly, his deep voice think with emotion, far more than he ever spoke on "She was happy and peaceful." He added firmly, his eyes narrowing slightly as another image entered his mind "She also died of Whitecough, her last days were not kind to her despite our medicine cat's best efforts." He offered yet another small smile "She looked strong and happy, it gave me great relief to finally see her again in her rightful state."
A smile pulled on Dovewish's cheeks. Her heart still ached for his grief but was relieved to hear how well his mother was doing. She touched his shoulder lightly with her tail, "I'm glad she is doing well. It is unfortunate what she went through in her time of dying but Im so happy to hear that she is strong and well, now. She is no longer suffering and even though you cant see her, a part of her will always live on in you." She knew that sounded cheesy but it was the truth.
The small tail touch brought the leader a surprising amount of comfort. "I am glad as well." He agreed, his mind keeping a clear image of his mother's smiling face. The seemingly cheesy advice created a warm feeling in the leader's chest. The words almost echoed his own mother's words when he reunited with her in Starclan. " I appreciate your kind words." Thistlestar responded honestly, his expression softening as he looked at Dovewish.
"Do you often have nightmares?" He asked inquisitively, watching Dovewish carefully, hoping to have not offended her in asking such a personal question despite him practically bearing his soul just a few moments earlier.
She took a breath before nodding. "Ive had nightmares ever since Springclan was attacked by the rogues." She shuddered at the memories. "I saw cats die...cats be inslaved and tortured...I was only a kit then but the nightmares make it so that I never forget...my father saved a lot of us and we found refuge with Winterclan...he eventually came back and reclaimed his position but I saw so many cats hurt...the screams, the smells, the terror..." She closed her eyes, trying to rid of the memories but it was pointless to ever forget. She reopened them to find the night calm and peaceful, no longer seeing the ground littered with bodies. "I love my father. But I just dont know how he could let something like that happen to our clan..."
The reminder of the event sent Thistlestar back in memories, but he stopped himself and focused hard on Dovewish who was visibly shaken as she recounted her own memories of that unspeakable day. Taking in her reactions, it seemed as if though the she-cat took the events of that day deeper, deeper than she led anyone on to believe. The leader's stern face watched on in silence for a few moments before he proceeded "I'm sorry, I know how impactful that day was to Springclan and I am sorry you have been going through these hardships alone." The tall and slender tom turned to face the she-cat fully, his gaze heavy and intense as the words flowed through him. "Everyone makes mistakes and everyone has failures, even Leaders. We are not in control of what others have accomplished or what they destroyed, but we do have control of ourselves, our words, our actions, our reactions and most importantly our growth."
"I take the mistakes and accomplishments of those before me so that I can apply it to my own journey. One thing that I can promise you now is that no matter what, I will do everything in my power as Springclan leader to ensure that no one else will have to endure the horrors you and everyone else endured in those days." The words were firm and honest as they left the leader's mouth, his narrowed eyes narrowing slightly as he poured his being into his declaration. This tail reached out, landing on the she-cat gently, careful as he was unsure of her state of emotions, almost fearful of triggering something he was unaware of. "I will protect Springclan, we all will."
Dovewish listened to Thistlestar, looking into his eyes and seeing the seriousness in them. She lowered her ears and her own blue eyes teared up a bit as she was moved by his words. Suddenly, a tail touched her shoulder and she flinched and stiffened slightly, not expecting to be touched. However, when she realized Thistlestar was just offering her comfort, she relaxed. "Thank you, Thistlestar. You dont know how much that means to me." A beautiful smile pulled at her cheeks and she let out a quiet purr.
Thistlestar offered a small smile, nodding quietly. Silence wrapped the two for a few long moments. Normally the silence in the presence of another would be uncomfortable for Thistlestar, but in that moment the silence brought some relief and painted a veil of peace in the mists of a heavy and rather emotional conversation. It was in this moment that it dawned to Thistlestar the weight of the conversation and he took the time to reflect on the night. It had been sometime since he found himself comfortable enough to open up in ways he did. Rarely did he find a soul he found natural comfort in. The image of a ginger she-cat entered his mind briefly, causing his expression to soften. Too much time had passed and it was obvious he needed to move forward, but there was still a part of him that held back. This was a great start though.
"It's getting late." Thistlestar finally spoke up, though his voice remained low and quiet to not disturb the quiet peace too much. "Let's head back to camp."
When the silence surrounded them, she felt a comfort and a closeness with Thistlestar. One she hadn't ever felt with anyone. It was as if she had known him forever. She could feel a slight pull to him, like her heart was reaching out to his. A yearn to be with him all night. She didn't want this moment to end. She finally felt at peace. All her horrors seemed to vanish. She felt good, happy, and comforted. Suddenly, his voice broke through the silence and suggested they get back. Disappointment tugged at her chest but he was right. The sun would be up soon and she would only have a little bit of time to sleep before her day started. She, then, nodded, "your probably right. Let's get going." She turned and started heading toward the camp with Thistlestar at her side.
After a few steps, a little white flake fell from the sky and landed on her nose. She halted and looked up at the sky. During their time of talking, clouds had moved in and blocked out the stars. After the first flake, hundreds began to fall, clinging to her gray fur. She turned to look at Thistlestar and noticed he was starting to turn white, too. She let out a laugh at the look of him and at the beauty of the falling snow.
It did not take long before a speckle of white floated across the leader's vision. The movement caught Thistlestar by surprise, causing him to stop in his tracks. His spring green gaze turned to the sky only to find a a heavier layer of flakes falling. He watched in a mixture of awe and concern. Finally, the snowfall was coming. The content in the sight died down immediately as his leader cap was placed back onto his head as he mentally began to plot out hunting strategies and schedules in his mind. A look of deep thought made his expression more stoic, his focus on his surroundings lost in his thoughts before a musical-esque laugh broke his trance. The leader blinked in confused, his orbs targeting Dovewish began to transition into a white coat thanks to the flakes that clung onto her small frame. The leader gave her a look of puzzlement, looking behind him in attempt to located the object of hilarity, unable to find anything that tickled his own funny bone. Turning back to the she-cat, he cocked his head slightly before realizing where her line of vision was. He looked back over his shoulders, finding his already stained beige pelt now covered in the white flakes of snow which only began to fall in a thicker parade just moments before.
He gave a crooked smile, walking in a circular motion as he took note of his new coat. Thistlestar looked back up at Dovewish, his eyes bright and wide with content. "White does not suit me well." He joked, shaking his pelt in a few strong and swift shakes, causing most of the snowflakes to fall off.
