Water.
It surrounded Windclan on all free sides, and the last time she checked, cats couldn’t survive in the ocean. Not even Riverclan. Half the borders were a dead end, and not much was beyond the farm and it’s inhabitants.
It had been ages since the clans moved to the sun drown place, but if Summitfall could help it, she would have kept searching.
Starclan and her petty believers had to be satisfied though, so there Windclan settled, a rose between two thorns. Shadowclan and Thunderclan wedged them away from the outside world. It felt like a jail cell, silhouetted bars rooted from earth to sky, a backdrop of water as far as the eye could see. It made adventure not for the faint hearted.
The warrior code and Windclans basic boundaries made life so inhibiting, but lucky for Summitfall, borders were just a suggestion.
“Don’t you have friends you can go fawn after?” Summitfall muttered under her breath, Claystep lumbering closely behind her. Too close. She felt irritation prick her paw pads.
No. She looked down. Shattered seashells. Summitfall looked up, taking in her environment with a meditative appreciation.
Thunderclan shoreline was fascinating and one of the more interesting places to explore within a distance of Windclan. Evergreen trees crested the cliffside, littering down the rocky precipice to the pebble and shell covered sands below. The light was waning, which meant Thunderclan should be far, far away, stowed inside their camp. Shadows danced around the boulders, pines, and jagged patches of fallen earth as the hot, red light of evening waned. The ominous, crimson tinted water rushed out at the two warriors, it’s fluid, dazzling body foaming at the mouth. A sigh, when it claimed nothing but sand and seashells, as it receded.
I hate the unknown. Summitfall mused, positioned well enough away from the cryptic, ebony depths. She saw past it’s reflection of the exquisite sky into the wet, suffocating abyss it truly was. She felt Claystep speed up between her and the sea.
“Maybe you should have brought me on more group training and hunting sessions.” Claystep teased, the lanky, crimson tom’s tail lightly tapping Summitfall’s flank.
“Don’t touch me.” The chocolate she-cat muttered, continuing to slink forward, the burden of company slowly fading to comfort.
The ridge further inland was a great place to find peace of mind, but she hesitated taking the new Warrior so far. I figured he would be less of a drag now that he’s a warrior! She thought, impatience laced with a peculiar fondness. Other than Wheatnose, her surrogate father, Claystep had managed to sway her support his way. A little brother perhaps? She had always wanted one.
“What is that?” She heard the toms voice almost squeak with curiosity, eyes bright and tail fluffy. He controlled himself. “I mean…what is that?”
Contrary to popular belief, Summitfall was not an avid runner, resorting to long walks and some halfhearted trotting in lieu of jogs. She liked to stow away her energy and exercise efficiently, but Claystep’s forward inspection pulled her from her internalization.
“Woah, stop!” A delayed response, and her legs dragged her forward just in time. The crab scuttled towards her apprentice angrily. The shocked Claystep leaped backwards, and Summitfall found herself pummeling it with unsheathed claws and overly “passionate” remarks under her breath.
The crab retreated, and Summitfall looked back at her past apprentice accusingly.
“Have you never seen a crab before?” She let out a faint mrrow of amusement, frosty blue eyes watching as Claystep bounced forward, embarrassed.
“No, as a matter of fact I haven’t.” Claystep started defensively. “YOU never showed me.” He chirped with a furrowed brow, his warriors pride slightly damaged. Summitfall averted her unimpressed gaze, turning quickly inland to the copses of trees and rock along the cliff. Her ears tipped backwards, catching a lowly murmur.
“Please don’t tell anyone.”
“Come on.” Summitfall barked energetically and glanced behind her, pausing for the red, lanky tom to catch up. Just a little. A spark of mischievousness sent a buzz to her paws. “If you don’t want me to tell, you’ll have to beat me to the top of the ridge!”
Sand flew as she launched herself forward. She heard Claystep’s breath catch in the back of his throat, or was it hers? They ran, one out of excitement and one out of fear for his reputation. She could hear paws digging into the sand behind her, then beside her. Then in front of her. Claystep launched himself forward with a haughty howl of laughter and a false sense of security. He took the lead, scaling the cliffside with ease, but Summitfall could only think of one thing.
This is what it must feel like to have a brother.
It surrounded Windclan on all free sides, and the last time she checked, cats couldn’t survive in the ocean. Not even Riverclan. Half the borders were a dead end, and not much was beyond the farm and it’s inhabitants.
It had been ages since the clans moved to the sun drown place, but if Summitfall could help it, she would have kept searching.
Starclan and her petty believers had to be satisfied though, so there Windclan settled, a rose between two thorns. Shadowclan and Thunderclan wedged them away from the outside world. It felt like a jail cell, silhouetted bars rooted from earth to sky, a backdrop of water as far as the eye could see. It made adventure not for the faint hearted.
The warrior code and Windclans basic boundaries made life so inhibiting, but lucky for Summitfall, borders were just a suggestion.
“Don’t you have friends you can go fawn after?” Summitfall muttered under her breath, Claystep lumbering closely behind her. Too close. She felt irritation prick her paw pads.
No. She looked down. Shattered seashells. Summitfall looked up, taking in her environment with a meditative appreciation.
Thunderclan shoreline was fascinating and one of the more interesting places to explore within a distance of Windclan. Evergreen trees crested the cliffside, littering down the rocky precipice to the pebble and shell covered sands below. The light was waning, which meant Thunderclan should be far, far away, stowed inside their camp. Shadows danced around the boulders, pines, and jagged patches of fallen earth as the hot, red light of evening waned. The ominous, crimson tinted water rushed out at the two warriors, it’s fluid, dazzling body foaming at the mouth. A sigh, when it claimed nothing but sand and seashells, as it receded.
I hate the unknown. Summitfall mused, positioned well enough away from the cryptic, ebony depths. She saw past it’s reflection of the exquisite sky into the wet, suffocating abyss it truly was. She felt Claystep speed up between her and the sea.
“Maybe you should have brought me on more group training and hunting sessions.” Claystep teased, the lanky, crimson tom’s tail lightly tapping Summitfall’s flank.
“Don’t touch me.” The chocolate she-cat muttered, continuing to slink forward, the burden of company slowly fading to comfort.
The ridge further inland was a great place to find peace of mind, but she hesitated taking the new Warrior so far. I figured he would be less of a drag now that he’s a warrior! She thought, impatience laced with a peculiar fondness. Other than Wheatnose, her surrogate father, Claystep had managed to sway her support his way. A little brother perhaps? She had always wanted one.
“What is that?” She heard the toms voice almost squeak with curiosity, eyes bright and tail fluffy. He controlled himself. “I mean…what is that?”
Contrary to popular belief, Summitfall was not an avid runner, resorting to long walks and some halfhearted trotting in lieu of jogs. She liked to stow away her energy and exercise efficiently, but Claystep’s forward inspection pulled her from her internalization.
“Woah, stop!” A delayed response, and her legs dragged her forward just in time. The crab scuttled towards her apprentice angrily. The shocked Claystep leaped backwards, and Summitfall found herself pummeling it with unsheathed claws and overly “passionate” remarks under her breath.
The crab retreated, and Summitfall looked back at her past apprentice accusingly.
“Have you never seen a crab before?” She let out a faint mrrow of amusement, frosty blue eyes watching as Claystep bounced forward, embarrassed.
“No, as a matter of fact I haven’t.” Claystep started defensively. “YOU never showed me.” He chirped with a furrowed brow, his warriors pride slightly damaged. Summitfall averted her unimpressed gaze, turning quickly inland to the copses of trees and rock along the cliff. Her ears tipped backwards, catching a lowly murmur.
“Please don’t tell anyone.”
“Come on.” Summitfall barked energetically and glanced behind her, pausing for the red, lanky tom to catch up. Just a little. A spark of mischievousness sent a buzz to her paws. “If you don’t want me to tell, you’ll have to beat me to the top of the ridge!”
Sand flew as she launched herself forward. She heard Claystep’s breath catch in the back of his throat, or was it hers? They ran, one out of excitement and one out of fear for his reputation. She could hear paws digging into the sand behind her, then beside her. Then in front of her. Claystep launched himself forward with a haughty howl of laughter and a false sense of security. He took the lead, scaling the cliffside with ease, but Summitfall could only think of one thing.
This is what it must feel like to have a brother.
