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The water was mysterious, even if she was getting a full face of salt and wind. There was some quality to it beyond description, some suggestion of power and possibility that lurked in the endless water. Still, she made a face as they droplets splashed on her nose. "Careful," she said with a smile, wrinkling her nose. "It's so salty."
After she lapsed into silence, she looked out over the water. "It is big," she said. "How do we know there's another side? Maybe... maybe this is all there is." It was depressing and comforting at the same time. "Summerclan believes in something called Starclan. It's a little hard for me to think about- like the ocean. Maybe there is and maybe there isn't a group of ancestors watching over us. How would we even know?"
"StarClan?" It felt weird on his tongue, but at the very same time it was infinitely familiar to him. It felt warm and comforting, a clan of stars, of past warriors that walked side-by-side in the same manner the living clans operated as one. It felt truer than a singular diety. "Well, maybe you can become leader one day and find out for yourself. Orchidstar," he mused over the name, his voice a soft hum. He could not speak to the existence of ancestral warriors, but he could speak to the Sun God's, recalling the uproar it had created in SunClan when Littlestar struck down the god. The days following, with the sun snuffed out, were truly dark.
But out of that darkness walked Crow, and it was only by going through it that he found himself here. Looking out across an endless sea, standing beside Orchidpaw who stirred feelings in his heart he didn't quite have names for yet.
Suddenly, as if all at once, the ocean before them began to glow. It was bright and illuminating at first, then slowly that glow reduced until they could see the individual creatures beneath the surface, miniscule dots that emitted the resonant light unlike anything he'd seen before. This display was what Crow loved about the ocean, what he waited for each night when he sat at the shoreline, and what he brought her to see. It represented light being reborn out of darkness, and the ink-furred cat felt a purr of contentment stir in his chest. "Maybe the stars are ancestors," he murmured, "like how these little stars in the water are living beings. Guess we'll have to find out later."
"Orchidstar," Orchidpaw repeated with a faint smile, twitching her tail tip. "I'm not sure I want that." It wasn't quite that- she was sure she wouldn't be able to measure up to the name. She was barely a decent apprentice at the moment, and leading a clan with unfamiliar customs seemed too big a burden for her to ever bear.
Her train of thought was interrupted by the bioluminescent creatures, and she leaned forward despite her distaste for the water to get a better look. "They're beautiful," she muttered to herself, watched with wide sapphire eyes as the creatures drifted past. She was vaguely aware that Crow said something about the ancestors, and she turned to him after a moment, still awe-struck by the little glowing creatures.
There was some mystical quality in the air, mingled with sea salt and starlight and softly illuminated ocean creatures. It made Orchidpaw's heart skip a beat, looking at Crow in the low lighting- they were closer than she'd realized, and the emotional and physical proximity they had to each other made her white furred coat heat up with some new emotion. It was foreign, this embarrassment that came and went around Crow. She wanted him to think of her as capable and independent, but part of her wanted him to see her as mysterious and enchanting. It was bewildering, and she pulled back slightly, with a half-grin on her face. "They are... very pretty," she repeated lamely, lacking the proper words to capture the moment.
"An apprentice without an ambition to be leader? Blasphemy!" He feigned shock, eyes wide and mouth agape, and brought a paw up to his chest. There was an echo of truth in his tone, however; Crow had never aspired to be, well, anything really. There was no chance of that in SunClan, so he'd quickly quashed any and all desires to move forward, fly higher.
He felt the burn of Orchidpaw's eyes on his pelt and shuffled his paws. Bashful was an adorable color on him. He knew there was some quality to their relationship that went a little further than the ordinary friendship, and yet, despite that, he still battled with his feelings. Orchidpaw was beautiful-- but it wasn't just a surface level type of beauty, as he knew her soul shone brighter than his ever could. So he wouldn't deceive himself into believing anything would come of it. He would enjoy what they had, basking in the warmth of her presence, and be true to his promise, but fear would hold him back from the risk.
Crow cleared his throat, nodding solemnly. "They are pretty," he agreed. "I never saw anything like this in SunClan. But I saw it, and I thought of you, and I just really wanted to show you. Thank you for coming with me. I'll walk you back to SummerClan...whenever you're ready." He was reluctant to remind her that they couldn't stay here forever, sitting together in front of the glowing sea, and it showed in the way his smile strained against the urge to frown.
It was sweet, that this pretty sight reminded him of her. In Orchidpaw's mind, she was ordinary- just a shy, scarred white she-cat with too big cerulean eyes. She thought he entirely overestimated her. As both of the bashful apprentices shied away from the moment, the magic faded, leaving it just a pleasant evening as friends. That was a little easier to bear, but she didn't doubt the feelings would return.
"I'm ready," she said after a few minutes. "Well, not really. I just have to get home before anyone notices I'm gone." With a small smile, she rose, gesturing for him to walk her home.
(I'll tag you in a new thread! This is a good conclusion hehe)
