juniper
there are many paws that waltz through the shifting grasses... dashing in eager dance through the undergrowth as they weave a river of pelts through the forest. the moon is high, bright and shining, and their destination looms on the horizon in all its glory, in all its familiarity, in all its misery. once upon a time that had been home and now it is a graveyard to their founder... and a symbol of the division of the first clans. her jaw sets stubbornly, eager to make an impression of benevolent confidence; the clans didn't need to wage war with each other and perhaps this would be enough to hold one another accountable.
no hiding in the shadows. no lurking in the rivers. no prowling in tall grasses. no looming from tall branches.
the stars are clear and lovingly set amongst the shroud of night, decorated and gleaming as they watch from their heavenly resting place. whether or not they approved of this was out of Juniperstar's scope of understanding... but she had to hope this is what Thornstar would've wanted, if nothing else. it had been the life mission of his father... inherited at the moment of his death and she would gladly carry that weight for him now.
the other clans do not immediately make themself present... as the spotted tabby leads ThunderClan's most willing into the heart of the Great Oaks, she can't help but frown at the emptiness. was she too eager, too early? or would none of them show at all? she'd at least hoped RiverClan might, given Pikestar's good temper but... if something had come up, that sort of absence might be justified. with a small sigh, she turns to address her clan with a wide, practiced grin.
"ThunderClan, let your hackles rest- tonight we meet peacefully... We are still all just cat-kind, trying to survive and cooperation may be a great bounty to all of us someday. Be... polite... if nothing else, please." her tail sweeps behind her in a wide arc, alike a punctuation to the end of her statement before her eyes look for anyone's insistent approach or the less-than-familiar hides of the other clans' arrival.
no hiding in the shadows. no lurking in the rivers. no prowling in tall grasses. no looming from tall branches.
the stars are clear and lovingly set amongst the shroud of night, decorated and gleaming as they watch from their heavenly resting place. whether or not they approved of this was out of Juniperstar's scope of understanding... but she had to hope this is what Thornstar would've wanted, if nothing else. it had been the life mission of his father... inherited at the moment of his death and she would gladly carry that weight for him now.
the other clans do not immediately make themself present... as the spotted tabby leads ThunderClan's most willing into the heart of the Great Oaks, she can't help but frown at the emptiness. was she too eager, too early? or would none of them show at all? she'd at least hoped RiverClan might, given Pikestar's good temper but... if something had come up, that sort of absence might be justified. with a small sigh, she turns to address her clan with a wide, practiced grin.
"ThunderClan, let your hackles rest- tonight we meet peacefully... We are still all just cat-kind, trying to survive and cooperation may be a great bounty to all of us someday. Be... polite... if nothing else, please." her tail sweeps behind her in a wide arc, alike a punctuation to the end of her statement before her eyes look for anyone's insistent approach or the less-than-familiar hides of the other clans' arrival.