When his kin had left, he had stayed. Bright, like the shining sun above - that's what Holly had always been. Hopeful. Never one for giving up. Even with his father dead, his mother presumed the same when she vanished in the night. He knew it could not be true, yet he did not follow in search of her, not like Doe's brother and Holly's sister did. There was still hope here, even as blood bathed the throne. He could take it, reclaim what was his family's birthright, set things right. Lead the colony with eyes set on the sun above, not the cutthroat traitors below. He was 10 moons old, then. Still a child.
Now, some moons later, Holly has left like the rest of them. Her ambitions set a target upon her back, just as it had the rest of her kin. In the end, when cruelty and not kingship came to her, she could not die for what she believed in. She ran, driven from the colony like she was certain she never would. He never gave up hope, still; he just found a new dream to chase.
"
She wears a wide smile upon her face, courteous and bright, and dips her head low in greeting. "
Now, some moons later, Holly has left like the rest of them. Her ambitions set a target upon her back, just as it had the rest of her kin. In the end, when cruelty and not kingship came to her, she could not die for what she believed in. She ran, driven from the colony like she was certain she never would. He never gave up hope, still; he just found a new dream to chase.
"
Ah, at last - !
" The wanderer exclaims to himself, sighting a group of cats upon the horizon. Long stretches of his wanderings were empty, not a soul in sight. But from the few he had come across, he had been able to piece together a path. Her family lives, and from the threads of tales she has woven together, she now follows their footsteps. "Hello hello, good strangers!
" Holly calls, raising his voice to a booming shout. He bounds forwards, unheeding of any danger said strangers may pose. She can hold her own - in a fair fight, at least. A thick-furred pelt hides nicks and scars of spars long past.She wears a wide smile upon her face, courteous and bright, and dips her head low in greeting. "
I come - oh, from a long ways away...
" And back up, as if pulled by a spring. She speaks quickly and decisively, leaving little room for protest. "With a mission, a very important one! Doe, Jackdaw, perhaps even my dear sister Lupine... They should have passed this way some moons ago, did they not?
" A cock of her head, anticipatory. She will keep searching - forever, if need be - but hopefully these strangers can at least provide some direction.-
