Moving On [Thunderclan Meeting]
Jan 13, 2014 10:32:13 GMT -6
Post by wish. on Jan 13, 2014 10:32:13 GMT -6
Owlstar trained his eyes on the ground; watching as his claws slid in and out of the peaty earth. He knew he had to face his clan tonight - while the moon still hung ominously in the sky. It was lower now, ready to dip back under the horizon and vanish with the sun. Tonight's events were unexplainable to say in the least. What could he say to his clanmates? What words would ease their aching minds? A heavy sigh left his throat, billowing warmly against his toes. The air was tighter, choking him silent. As Thunderclan's leader it was his responsibility to keep his clan safe but was what he supposed to do? How often did something like this happen? Was it even plausible? The deputy had dropped like a fly - her eerie words still stung his lips, poisoning his mind. He couldn't think of anything else. "They're beneath us." The ground felt foreign beneath his feet.
Lowering his body into a sit, the tom pierced his brows and tried to form some sort of plan. He hadn't had time to speak to Frostbite; her words needed to be heard in confidence, and his clan needed to be soothed now. Owlstar could hear their worried murmurs cling to his walls - each word a claw through his heart. He didn't want to hear them this way; frightened, upset. His eyes hardening the tom rolled an idea over his tongue. Perhaps he could speed up training, appoint a few apprentices; prepare his clan for the inevitable. He could feel it in his blood; this wasn't just a one time thing. A cat doesn't die without reason. The tom lifted his eyes to the mouth of his den, trying to reach the stars with his will, "Please give me guidance." He closed his eyes, and for a few seconds he felt peace overcome him - and it was gone.
The tabby left his den with his chin held high, he could feel the hungry eyes of his clanmates watch his every move as he padded across camp. Bunching his shoulders, he dropped his body into a crouch and leaped onto the high-rock. ""Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather here beneath the Highrock for a clan meeting." Owlstar's voice boomed into the clearing - immediately a hush fell over the clan. They fell toward him in quiet waves, for once their wasn't any wondering whispers or ill-tempered remarks. They were silent. The camp was littered with shining eyes and parted maws. They wanted answers. "I would like to begin the meeting with a moment of silence." The tom begin, "The forest has a lost a great warrior this evening and although she was not part of our clan, she was still a child of starclan and a fellow warrior. Our hearts go out to those of Windclan. May Morningstreak rest in peace." His words were quiet, dry on his tongue. They felt empty.
The clan remained silent, each cat dipped their head in mourning; even those who had to remain in camp chose to play along. Owlstar let the moment last; enough just to bide him time. He was lost. He didn't know what he could say to make them feel better; he'd just have to make due with what he had. "I don't know what's happening." The tabby could feel himself grimace, "All I know is that this is the start of something." Owlstar lifted his chin, "And when something happens I want Thunderclan to be ready."
Lowering his body into a sit, the tom pierced his brows and tried to form some sort of plan. He hadn't had time to speak to Frostbite; her words needed to be heard in confidence, and his clan needed to be soothed now. Owlstar could hear their worried murmurs cling to his walls - each word a claw through his heart. He didn't want to hear them this way; frightened, upset. His eyes hardening the tom rolled an idea over his tongue. Perhaps he could speed up training, appoint a few apprentices; prepare his clan for the inevitable. He could feel it in his blood; this wasn't just a one time thing. A cat doesn't die without reason. The tom lifted his eyes to the mouth of his den, trying to reach the stars with his will, "Please give me guidance." He closed his eyes, and for a few seconds he felt peace overcome him - and it was gone.
The tabby left his den with his chin held high, he could feel the hungry eyes of his clanmates watch his every move as he padded across camp. Bunching his shoulders, he dropped his body into a crouch and leaped onto the high-rock. ""Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather here beneath the Highrock for a clan meeting." Owlstar's voice boomed into the clearing - immediately a hush fell over the clan. They fell toward him in quiet waves, for once their wasn't any wondering whispers or ill-tempered remarks. They were silent. The camp was littered with shining eyes and parted maws. They wanted answers. "I would like to begin the meeting with a moment of silence." The tom begin, "The forest has a lost a great warrior this evening and although she was not part of our clan, she was still a child of starclan and a fellow warrior. Our hearts go out to those of Windclan. May Morningstreak rest in peace." His words were quiet, dry on his tongue. They felt empty.
The clan remained silent, each cat dipped their head in mourning; even those who had to remain in camp chose to play along. Owlstar let the moment last; enough just to bide him time. He was lost. He didn't know what he could say to make them feel better; he'd just have to make due with what he had. "I don't know what's happening." The tabby could feel himself grimace, "All I know is that this is the start of something." Owlstar lifted his chin, "And when something happens I want Thunderclan to be ready."