on the wings of eagles -- tallstar

Snow fell, sprinkling the earth in a thickening blanket of cold white. A gray tom, rather large in size, stood out against the stark and hueless drifts as he strode through them with a purpose-filled expression gracing his chiselled features. The wooden fences and brick dens brought back vague memories of his kithood as a kittypet; Boulderstar remembered himself as Luan, playing with his sisters, whose names were always on the tip of his tongue, but not ever quite truly figured out by him. He had been six or seven moons when his father had stolen him from his mother and Twolegs to live in SkyClan and he was now forty-three, leading the group of cats he'd once found so strange.

A fat black and white she-cat scrambled up onto one of the dark wooden barriers that separated each backyard of the Twoleg dens and immediately tossed Boulderstar out of his memory-filled revery with her nasally meow. The rather unpleasant sound made the gray giant's ears swivel back and fold lightly to his boxy head. Ominous yellow eyes shifting to her dull amber ones, he took a moment to try and figure out what she had said; he had been too far into his thoughts to have understood any of her words. This seemed to annoy the kittypet, who gave a disdainful snort and repeated the sentence with irritation in her voice.

"I sed, what do you think yer doin' here, kid?"

Boulderstar's ears went back to attention atop his cranium, gaze turning a bit hard at the obese she-cat's rude words. He felt his pride roar inside his mind, growling to show this fool what he was capable of, but the storm-gray tom had better control than to let himself be angered by simple words spoken by a weak Twoleg companion. Besides, his mother could be friends with this lass, and he didn't want to go offending his kin's friends. Aside from that, Mountainstar had taught him better than to let his hot temper show unless it couldn't be helped. Boulderstar was a leader and willing to allow any cat who asked into his Clan, so he needed to be diplomatic.

"Oi'm visitin' me ma, mucker. chucker yer nu wha she cud be?"

His bass toned voice rumbled with a thick Irish Gaelic accent, prominent in his mother's Twoleg family. They had come from Ireland not long before Boulderstar's parents had met, and he'd picked it up while living with them. An accent wasn't something that was easy to rid yourself of, so it had stayed with the tom ever since then. He could clearly remember being teased for it when he first been introduced to the other apprentices; that had ended in him barrelling into the teasing party until Mountainstar had calmed him and taught the cat some tact. Now a days he just took it into stride and laughed it off.

Shud oi really be doin' dis?

The plump bi-colored cat before him interrupted his thoughts again with a coarse laugh and some coughing. The poor molly seemed to be ill, and concern filled Boulderstar's gaze at the thought. He hated seeing others in poor health, even if they were strangers. Weakness was something that couldn't be afforded in the wild and he'd seen it take several cats' lives in the time he'd been with SkyClan. Those deaths had hit him hard and still did. Clan life was definitely a whole lot tougher than that of a kittypet, but worth the fulfillment it rewarded cats with.

"Ya sound like Raine's child'rn. Them rowdy bunch live 'few dens yonder."



Claws digging into the cold snow underpaw with excitement, Boulderstar let out a deep purr. Gratitude swarmed his bright gaze, tail swishing behind him to show his energy building. He felt the urge to bound where the older she-cat had nodded toward, but restrained himself so he could properly thank her. Whiskers shivering the tom turned to the black and white cat, voice warm as he spoke. All doubt was gone; Boulderstar would finally meet his mother and siblings again, see how they were after all these moons!



"Tanks, an' oi 'ope yisser 'ealth returns soon."



(ooc: Sorry for the odd post. Thanks for the translator, it helped tons!)