Post by honeystar on Sept 16, 2018 10:40:08 GMT -6
She had not been leader long, not really. She was not the youngest, in time and age, but she was probably deemed most immature. Icestar with all her stony stares that unnerved Honey to her core. Rapidstar was such a harsh molly, so young and yet so jagged. Everyone knew of the scandal between her, Icestar, and a RiverClan tom. Of the poor little kit that suffered the weight of her mother's actions and the medicine cat apprentice that lived with such a convoluted family history. The whole thing had made many wary of inter-clan relationships, even Honeystar.
Then again, there was Slatestar. Thinking of the tom set her heart to a flutter despite all the time they had already been together. That, and a nervous jitter to a step. If any cat found out, they would both be ruined. The outrage that would break out when it was discovered that the ThunderClan leader and WindClan leader were secretly mates? Yikes. Honeystar did not want to be around when that word broke out. Still, they were too far down the rabbit hole, their destinies too closely wound. Giving Slatestar up would be like losing a part of herself.
Such thoughts plagued the littlest leader's mind as she laid amongst her clan-mates beneath the darkening sky. Most patrols had already returned, the dusk patrol the only one due to arrive in camp. On the eastern horizon, the sun dipped below the horizon, the pinks and oranges of the sunset dimming in preparation for the dazzling stars. Blinking in and out of the darkening land were little flecks of yellow and gold, mimicking the starlight yet to come.
The appearance of the fireflies prompted the molly to lapse into distant memories. Nights like the late summer following the birth of her and Sandypelt, when both of their parents were still alive. Nights before the memories of their brutalized bodies lying in the middle of camp forever stained her once-innocent mind. Those nights when Smallwhisper had bemusedly watched her two kits try to catch fireflies, Duskeye sitting at her side. Nights before her old world had come crashing down around her in scattered pieces while her sister cowered at her side.
Rolling to her feet, Honeystar yawned. The day had been a long one, organizing patrols and helping train apprentices while also trying to find time to spend with Sandypelt. Her life, while a precarious one, was good. Perhaps it would be a good idea to top off a good day with a good night. The petite, smokey red molly looked toward her settling clanmates, tail swaying gently behind her. "Would anyone like to catch fireflies?" she asked lazily, amber eyes hooded. She was childish at heart and it was always well and good to relieve stress with simple activities, so why not?
