{$title} A restless evening in the camp, a swarm of fireflies decend on the pocosin for all of Shadowclan to behold.
——————————————— Together, we'll make our way home ✦
The night was high, and the clan slept like scattered leaves dappled on the pocosin floor. For a cat who could not hear, the absence of noise was something anyone could feel, the serenity of a cool greenleaf evening where the only waking souls were those few out in the territory hunting at the side of their leader. Graciously, he had allowed her to stay home; exhaustion had begun to tug on her mind and seared her paws like too-hot stones stepped upon without bracing. Working herself to the bone was an understatement, so this moment of peace was something Stoatpaw welcomed with a shuddered sigh and drooping shoulders.
Her gaze rose to meet the sky on a clear evening. Wind bristles her fur in a soothing touch, a loving gesture. The apprentice's gaze followed the bundles of stars, making out the same sorts of patterns she had noticed night after night. If she just reached out, she could draw lines between them like a claw in the sand. But her expression faultered, where she absently traced the visage of a bird outlines in the stars, something clicked in place. There were twice as many stars as usual.
For a moment, her throat grew dry, mind wandering to the starlit tom at the gathering. But her eyes darted up again, wonderment as she watched the stars move, dancing along like specks of snow in the warmth of greenleaf. It was only as her eyes focused that the distant glimmer wasn't so, but the little stars were nothing of the sort, but rather little flying critters. A smile happened upon her face, some small delight in watching them soar about camp, like distant bodies come to visit the clan in a moment of rest. But she knew what they were: fireflies. She just hadn't seen them like this, on a still night, not chasing prey or trying to catch the scent of trespassing cats.
Though, her attention was drawn by the sensation of being watched. Stoatpaw turned to look to her side, her smile softening to see a small form wander from the nursery. "Blightkit." She whispered, motioning the kitten to join her in the clearing of camp. Looking down at them, a kitten who had melded into the dark like a shadow taken life, but still had vibrant eyes that gazed up. "Have you ever seen them before? The fireflies?" Her voice was quiet, but still a rolling purr in the back of her throat. Quiet moments like these were few and far between in the pocosin, so Stoatpaw always welcomed company to enjoy evenings like these.
- Let @Blightkit reply first :3 heres the thread i promised tikki !!
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Stoatpaw
✦—Shadowclan apprentice | 11 Moons
✦—She/Her
✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK, PAWSPEAK
✦—A slender white cat with faint lilac markings and blue eyes.
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⤷ Written by Phoenix