Clashing Legacies [RETRO: Post Nov Gathering] || OPEN
Dec 16, 2022 1:58:11 GMT -6
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Post by Tinyleaf on Dec 16, 2022 1:58:11 GMT -6
Uh. Tinyleaf exhaled in what could have been a breathy, disbelieving laugh, blinking anxiously from Rabbitstar, back to his siblings, and then back to Rabbitstar again. This is a little.. embarrassing! Instinct told him that maybe a good joke could break the ice! But. Then again, trying to talk to everyone just a short while ago hadn't seemed to fix anything. Or, maybe things had been calming down? At least until Rootpaw fired off like that... and wow! Talk about firing off! If it hadn't been here and now, he almost would've been proud of the little 'paw, sprouting into something big and strong enough to go spouting input in the middle of a pretty serious council! He really ought to compliment Fawnheart for that, only a moon into apprentice rearing and already bringing the nervous thing out of her shell. They grow up so fast!
What was embarrassing again?
Honeyflare's pelt, shimmering an odd, metallic glow beneath the moonlight, seemed to pause his thoughts. Because. Ah. He's really going to leave? You're kidding..
The scent of freshly carved bark seemed to waft beneath his nose, the sound of claws grating into wood. Memories of something that'd only just come to pass. Something he wished would branch into something bigger and grander. And hadn't he told Swanmask, too? The three of them could climb together. They could be.. friends. Maybe. Had that been wishful thinking? If Honeyflare apologized, it might not be too late, and Tinyleaf almost raised his voice to shout as much-
But his call died before it could even begin as he observed the too-proud scowl on the tabby's expression. It was a look he knew well. The face of a cat who'd made a decision, and wasn't going to be moved. Not even if it meant leaving a mess behind. He'd seen it often enough, growing up with Turtlefang. The only difference this time was the way the other warrior hadn't so much as glanced away from Rabbitstar or Oatswirl, enraptured in his own little world. His own big moment. Far away from normalcy. Farther away from anything Tinyleaf could comprehend. With that distance, glinting gold and bright under the cloak of night's dark pelt, Honeyflare could almost be mistaken for a star. So far and bright that not even Sunclan, which burnt so big and regular in the sky, could bridge the gap.
What was embarrassing again?
Honeyflare's pelt, shimmering an odd, metallic glow beneath the moonlight, seemed to pause his thoughts. Because. Ah. He's really going to leave? You're kidding..
The scent of freshly carved bark seemed to waft beneath his nose, the sound of claws grating into wood. Memories of something that'd only just come to pass. Something he wished would branch into something bigger and grander. And hadn't he told Swanmask, too? The three of them could climb together. They could be.. friends. Maybe. Had that been wishful thinking? If Honeyflare apologized, it might not be too late, and Tinyleaf almost raised his voice to shout as much-
But his call died before it could even begin as he observed the too-proud scowl on the tabby's expression. It was a look he knew well. The face of a cat who'd made a decision, and wasn't going to be moved. Not even if it meant leaving a mess behind. He'd seen it often enough, growing up with Turtlefang. The only difference this time was the way the other warrior hadn't so much as glanced away from Rabbitstar or Oatswirl, enraptured in his own little world. His own big moment. Far away from normalcy. Farther away from anything Tinyleaf could comprehend. With that distance, glinting gold and bright under the cloak of night's dark pelt, Honeyflare could almost be mistaken for a star. So far and bright that not even Sunclan, which burnt so big and regular in the sky, could bridge the gap.
And Tinyleaf felt very small, somehow, as he realized just how different they really were.
