we’ve scarcely begun ✩ all clan
Jan 3, 2014 9:59:12 GMT -8
Jan 3, 2014 9:59:12 GMT -8
stop crying your heart out
WE'RE ALL OF US STARS
the first time whitesmoke witnessed a clan meeting was as a young child, and she was apprenticed. her mentor was a stingy warrior, one who would not let her give up-- who made her the best warrior that she was. he was determined on turning her into an epitome of the standards that other mentors should strive to teach their apprentices. she was not given her name because he kept tellling gannetstar that she was not ready. she was not fast enough, strong enough, and witty enough for his tastes. finally, at an age much older that other apprentices at that time, she was given her warrior name at fourteen moons of age. as she should have been a warrior long before, he refused on hearing such a thing happen. but whitesmoke was thankful, she quickly advanced into the ranks of the warriors and she did so effortlessly. and while she did not interact with the warriors as often as she did (she liked to keep to herself, such a strange way of life for a warrior as young as she), she was accepted by them.
she worked diligently to rebuild the camp, as well as to get the loved ones out of the flames that broke down the camp. and it was only a few moments later, that gannetstar had appeared dead-- squashed under the tree that the lightning bolt has struck. and littlewolf became littlestar. very few were fully behind the leader, for it was her instability and her rash decisions that drove those who were close to her away. she also refused to get close to anyone, especially after the death of her kits-- which no one mentioned anymore. whitesmoke walked out of the leader’s den, her tail dragging behind her. the gathering had been exhausting, her whole deputyship had been exhausting-- she had to take care of the clan, to look for freshwater that could be used, to hunt for prey, to make sure that shadowclan still appeared as it always had: strong and unbreakable. but the young deputy, was not used to commanding such respect and such authority over cats, especially cats much more older than she.
even at the gathering, despite her cool demeanor and the biting remarks that she made (blizzardstar had gotten under her fur, that mangly useless piece of arrogant lump), she was very much uncomfortable mingling with the leaders. probably as uncomfortable as tallstar, maybe even more. but the she-cat refused to let her weaknesses and her doubts overcome her. as littlestar was suffering from the sickness, there was nothing that she could do but step into her place. and after such disintegration of lynxchaser, whitesmoke knew that starclan had not abandoned them. the fire was only to make them stronger, and they would be stronger as they learned the efforts that it took to rebuild the camp, and the clan. a destruction such as this, it would make them grow. and they would survive this harsh leafbare and show the clans that they were a force to be reckoned with--
whitesmoke emerged from littlestar’s empty den, the scents of her leader faint. she must have left as whitesmoke led shadowclan to the gathering. and the deputy waited a few days for the leader to arrive-- but she never came back. with no dead body that was found, whitesmoke knew that the leader was alive and well. and who knows what she was up to? with the sickness that had overcome the frail leader, whitesmoke expected her to be as dead as a piece of crowfood. but as the warrior tried to track down the leader, the scents were washed away and it was as if littlestar had just disappeared from the face of the earth. but she knew it inside of her that the leader was still alive, and as alive as the leader was, whitesmoke could do nothing but wait for the return of the greatly feared leader, and take it into her own paws to lead the clan back to recovery as best as she could.
she padded up to the clan rock, the purple clashing with her bright white pelt- as white as the snow, as her cool blue eyes looked over the ruined clearing. the clan had worked hard to rebuild, but they were not fast enough. they were not strong enough, whitesmoke knew they were hungry and thirsty. and as the clouds began to overcast, and the sun set, she spoke-- her voice echoing as it echoed on the night of her acceptance of the deputy position. let all cats old enough to catch their own prey, gather around clan rock.
she worked diligently to rebuild the camp, as well as to get the loved ones out of the flames that broke down the camp. and it was only a few moments later, that gannetstar had appeared dead-- squashed under the tree that the lightning bolt has struck. and littlewolf became littlestar. very few were fully behind the leader, for it was her instability and her rash decisions that drove those who were close to her away. she also refused to get close to anyone, especially after the death of her kits-- which no one mentioned anymore. whitesmoke walked out of the leader’s den, her tail dragging behind her. the gathering had been exhausting, her whole deputyship had been exhausting-- she had to take care of the clan, to look for freshwater that could be used, to hunt for prey, to make sure that shadowclan still appeared as it always had: strong and unbreakable. but the young deputy, was not used to commanding such respect and such authority over cats, especially cats much more older than she.
even at the gathering, despite her cool demeanor and the biting remarks that she made (blizzardstar had gotten under her fur, that mangly useless piece of arrogant lump), she was very much uncomfortable mingling with the leaders. probably as uncomfortable as tallstar, maybe even more. but the she-cat refused to let her weaknesses and her doubts overcome her. as littlestar was suffering from the sickness, there was nothing that she could do but step into her place. and after such disintegration of lynxchaser, whitesmoke knew that starclan had not abandoned them. the fire was only to make them stronger, and they would be stronger as they learned the efforts that it took to rebuild the camp, and the clan. a destruction such as this, it would make them grow. and they would survive this harsh leafbare and show the clans that they were a force to be reckoned with--
whitesmoke emerged from littlestar’s empty den, the scents of her leader faint. she must have left as whitesmoke led shadowclan to the gathering. and the deputy waited a few days for the leader to arrive-- but she never came back. with no dead body that was found, whitesmoke knew that the leader was alive and well. and who knows what she was up to? with the sickness that had overcome the frail leader, whitesmoke expected her to be as dead as a piece of crowfood. but as the warrior tried to track down the leader, the scents were washed away and it was as if littlestar had just disappeared from the face of the earth. but she knew it inside of her that the leader was still alive, and as alive as the leader was, whitesmoke could do nothing but wait for the return of the greatly feared leader, and take it into her own paws to lead the clan back to recovery as best as she could.
she padded up to the clan rock, the purple clashing with her bright white pelt- as white as the snow, as her cool blue eyes looked over the ruined clearing. the clan had worked hard to rebuild, but they were not fast enough. they were not strong enough, whitesmoke knew they were hungry and thirsty. and as the clouds began to overcast, and the sun set, she spoke-- her voice echoing as it echoed on the night of her acceptance of the deputy position. let all cats old enough to catch their own prey, gather around clan rock.
