Territory RiverClan WITH WAX MELTED [ pike ]

[willowburn]

(☾) it is a half day until pike makes his yet unknown journey towards the highstones to meet whatever fate lies there. it is half a day until smoke accompanies him. smoke, willow's brother, the busy, anxious father to two moon old kits, is to go with their minnow brained friend to see what happens when they talk to the stars. it's... well it's not the craziest thing willow can think of, but she hardly approves. she tells herself it is because pike will be taking her brother from his kits, but she knows deep down, something darker burns. all lies aside, willow is jealous.

jealous that smoke gets to see the stars, or whatever lies beyond the highstones. jealous that when pike was seeking a bodyguard, he chose her brother instead of her. and honestly? a little jealous that pike gets to be leader. only a little, though.

it's kittish of her, and she knows it. still, as the two felines pad about in the shallows, cool water lapping at their legs, willow can't swallow it. "you're sure you only want one of us to join you?" she asks, gaze fixed on the river. "i can still come too," with the query, she is aware she is about to be denied. "or wave." good, willow, make it not obvious. silvery paws flash in the wet, darting after the shadow of a fish as it passes. with a splash, willow hauls out a small trout, bending to bite its neck and halt its wriggling. "this place is... you really found somethin' else, pike." now her eyes will reach his. "it's lovely."

WITH THE ECHOING HYMN ☾ OF MY FELLOW PASSERINE

• // short starter rahhh @PIKE " #979c88"
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• WILLOW ☾ SHE / THEY, SHIP-YARD CAT. 28 MOONS OLD, PENNED BY LAVS
  
  
  a lithe black smoke feline with ghost striping and leaf green eyes. long smoky fur dashed through with grey and white adorns her frame, sliced across by darker stripes that frame her face and legs. eyes like sage, brilliantly green, gaze with an intelligent look. she is scarred across the bridge of her angular nose.

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[PIKESTAR]

While he managed to get some rest, it goes without saying that he is tired. Their journey along with telling others what to do has left him drained. What he desires is a good moons worth of sleep, but he can't rest. No, he has to leave with Smoke soon. However, Willow asks for his company and he is not one to deny her request. They pad together side by side, entering the shallows. It is as if they were in the shipyard, hunting with one another. There was no Starclan. No island. No Riverclan. No... They were just two cats trying to survive in this vast world.

Nevertheless he is uneasy, but he can't distinguish for what reason. Willow has only ever been kind and supportive of him, even though she could have hissed at him like Adder had done moments ago. She had decided to join him, which was not alarming. They did hang out here and there before everything happened. However, her first set of words are puzzling to say the least.

"...Yeah, I'm sure I only want Smoke to come with me."

Is Smoke sick or something? He didn't seem sick? Unless he told you something? But, Smoke isn't the type not to just tell me outright. He seemed pretty okay with it... When she adds that she can still come despite what he had said earlier, the puzzle becomes a little clear. Is she worried that someone terrible will happen with just the two of us? Or does she just want to come? I'm sure she's tired though, after all she did come on the patrol finding this place.

At the mention of wave, he tilts his head,

"Wave? I told her that she couldn't come. And, I'm sure with what happened with Adder, uhhhh... She's probably chewing him out. I don't want to bother them anymore than I have."

Don't think about what Adder said to you. Just focus on right now. Green eyes watch as she gracefully catches a small trout. He can't help but remember when he first tried hunting a fish. He did indeed catch it, but he forgot to clamp down on it. The result was his head shaking as a fish tail slapped him in the face a couple of times.

"You're wrong. It wasn't just me. You were there with me Willow, when we found this place."

She could argue that it was he who led them here, but he was just given a general direction. The cats who found this place were Adder, Peachy, Downy, Bay, Willow, and him.

"I'm glad that you think it's lovely. I think it is too."

He averts his eyes from her own, taking a step deeper into the shallows. A name. I have to give you a name too. There's so much to do. I have to go get those nine lives too in order to be Pikestar. Whatever that means. Am... Will I even be a good leader?

He sighs, looking down into his reflection.

"Hey, Willow? Do you think I would be good at this leader thing? Be honest. P-please don't sugarcoat it."