Post by icestar on Sept 16, 2018 15:00:40 GMT -6
She was a proud leader if nothing else. Proud of her clan, proud of her daughter, proud to be leader of RiverClan. Even if this pride was muted, an echo of what it could have been had she developed normally throughout her life instead of under the influence of her father. Whitestalk had hollowed her out, leaving her a husk with only ghosts of feelings to fill her. But that did not mean she was not loyal, that did not mean she was not completely unfeeling, that did not mean she was unable to lead. She did plenty well, her clan proving strong in wake of what problems they might be faced with.
She woke with the rising sun, stretching her pale form beneath the golden rays as they fanned out and blanketed the territories of the clans in morning light. The ticked tabby breathed a sigh once she was standing upright once more, regal and imperious but cold and distant. The RiverClan leader stood with a pride that rivaled those of ThunderClan cats, her size a result of such heritage with her sleek frame inherited from her father. Once, when she had been young, her loyalties had been questioned as to what clan would own her heart. Now, it was clear as day that what hollow remnants she had belonged wholely to RiverClan and its members.
Casting her eyes toward the western horizon, where the night had long since fled to and disappeared beneath, the tall leader flicked the tip of her tail. She trotted towards the center of camp, looking at some of the cats who had risen around the same time as she had. For a moment, she pondered calling together patrols. Deciding that it was still a bit early and that some warriors and apprentices required well-deserved rest, the molly trotted over to the fresh-kill pile. An old fish lay atop it, one that Icestar took for herself as she took a corner and de-scaled the fish before she began to eat.
Once finished and the remaining bits of the carcass disposed of, the lithe leader stood near the exit of RiverClan's camp. For amoment, she listened to a light breeze rustle the reeds along the edges. Looking toward her clanmates, Icestar opened her maw, displaying defined teeth, and called, "To those who are willing, join me on the dawn patrol."
She woke with the rising sun, stretching her pale form beneath the golden rays as they fanned out and blanketed the territories of the clans in morning light. The ticked tabby breathed a sigh once she was standing upright once more, regal and imperious but cold and distant. The RiverClan leader stood with a pride that rivaled those of ThunderClan cats, her size a result of such heritage with her sleek frame inherited from her father. Once, when she had been young, her loyalties had been questioned as to what clan would own her heart. Now, it was clear as day that what hollow remnants she had belonged wholely to RiverClan and its members.
Casting her eyes toward the western horizon, where the night had long since fled to and disappeared beneath, the tall leader flicked the tip of her tail. She trotted towards the center of camp, looking at some of the cats who had risen around the same time as she had. For a moment, she pondered calling together patrols. Deciding that it was still a bit early and that some warriors and apprentices required well-deserved rest, the molly trotted over to the fresh-kill pile. An old fish lay atop it, one that Icestar took for herself as she took a corner and de-scaled the fish before she began to eat.
Once finished and the remaining bits of the carcass disposed of, the lithe leader stood near the exit of RiverClan's camp. For amoment, she listened to a light breeze rustle the reeds along the edges. Looking toward her clanmates, Icestar opened her maw, displaying defined teeth, and called, "To those who are willing, join me on the dawn patrol."
