joyous gard / storm

[Hawkstar]

LEADER OF SKYCLAN

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/ set pre-rosebelly death

Golden light pours down from the canopy, splattering sunshine across the sparse grass with a sort of lazy reverence for the art. Hawkstar can't help but enjoy it, the afternoon glare tempting her good eye into a happy squint, the warmth of the sunray splatters settling nicely against the thinner skin of her pointed ears, and the sound of birdsong somewhere above her head. It is nice to enjoy her kingdom for a moment, nice to be a peaceful king in her own peaceful empire where there was nothing wrong. No fires to put out, no politics to play. Just the simple life of a ruler well chosen and well met.

She opens her eye a tad to peek around her domain, electric blue eagerly searching for her next target. Some unsuspecting cat to enact her will upon - fetch me a mouse, go find a moss-ball and toss it to me. The sort of monstrous command only given by the most cruel of leaders: the leaders who had a want to interact with her clan and family.

It is all too easy to find a suitable punishment for the cat her eye finds first. The cat who she always seems to alight upon first.

"Stormcrow," Hawkstar flicks her lazed tail, and leans back into her comfortable position in the sun. "See if you can get this spot here under my chin. I seem to have spilled a bit of bird there but I can't seem to quite get it."

Of course Hawkstar could never just ask to share tongues with her Sun Guard. No, no, that was too mundane. Something too close to what a friend would do. Hawkstar had soldiers, not friends, and she meant to treat them as such. Even Stormcrow. Especially Stormcrow.

@stormcrow

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[stormcrow]

A rare moment of quiet peace rests upon the Skyclan camp, the sun shining down from above, the wind lazy and cool. Stormcrow has allowed herself a moment to lay down and rest, just a moment where she does not have to oversee anything or shout orders at cats. Not that she didn't like her work; no, far from it. She rests only so she can do it better. Her heart and soul belongs to Skyclan, to its future, its glorious future… a future they can reach only under Hawkstar's strong will. So now that she has been chosen as a Sun Guard, she must do everything she can to assist her king.

Speaking off. Hawkstar calls her name, and Stormcrow, as any loyal guard, answers. She picks herself up, ready to do her bidding, whether it be a patrol or some other task– what she does not expect is a request for assistance in… cleaning off a bit of bird. But still, who is she if not at Hawkstar's command?

"Of course," Stormcrow replies, and she comes closer, but does not lie down.

She can't, can she? It feels somehow wrong for her to do so, in any case, and so she doesn't. She cleans the fur beneath Hawkstar's chin with all the reverence of a priest dusting off an altar.

After finishing, she sits down close to Hawkstar, more like a guard dog than a friend. "Today is a good day," she says softly. "This new territory… this camp… I think I am finally getting used to it. It is starting to feel like home."

♡ STORMCROW. 54 moons
mentor of stonepaw,
daughter of snowveil
peaceful powerplay allowed
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