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Post by xx.sapphire on Sept 22, 2020 16:01:36 GMT -5
The gentle northern breeze lapped at her cheeks, bringing with it a hint of winter's breath. How different from home, Seaspirit thought, closing her eyes briefly. From her vantage point on the high cusp of a grassy valley, the silvery bengal watched the sun peek over the top of a distant mountain range in its effort to claim the sky. It casted a brilliant golden glow over the world, breaking the cold chains of night. The warrior felt her heart twinge when thinking of how she used to watch this same sunrise from her home, her fur against pelt of her lost twin's.
Seaspirit reopened her eyes, narrowing them in determination against the new day. Her new SwiftClan peers were in the dark about Seaspirit's past; the quiet warrior was indeed very private. They knew not of her mission. While she missed her childhood home, she couldn't return without accomplishing what she set out to do. Her sister was still alive - somehow, some way. There would be no rest until they were reunited.
The tan tabby yawned as he trekked through the valley, his head hanging low as he lamented his decision to go on an early morning patrol. Shatteredshine was going to come up with, but one look at how exhausted she was and he told her to stay home and get some sleep. That left him out here alone, though, and Luckywillow was quite tired himself.
He wove his way up the valley in search of prey, his whiskers flaring hopefully at every scent until he came near enough to spot Seaspirit on her perch. Luckywillow stopped and waved his tail to her in greeting. "Morning," he called politely, "you're up early."
