[spade]

What had been the steps that led him here? What path had he taken that had snaked around to this very destination? Kestrelwing, sure, he was like any warrior. He loved his home; was loyal to RiverClan above all else.
When Sootflare and Stormcall had first gone missing, the young tom had reluctantly stepped up to help chase away the shadows that threatened to overtake his mother's home's great legacy. Despite his disdain for a majority of his Clanmates, Kestrelwing's desire to see RiverClan thrive again outweighted any and all doubt.

So when Snakeheart had named him the new leader of RiverClan, it hadn't quite set in until now. Climbing the ridge that led to the Starcave with the medicine cat at his side, Kestrelwing took a moment to let the breeze ruffle it's way through his fur. The sun was setting ahead of them, sinking down below the crust of the territory. A few birds dotted the skies overhead, calling out in a melodic evening song.

For a moment, the forest seemed peaceful. Tensions and stress that had mounted his shoulders melting away like morning mist.

"Never in all the moons of training to become a warrior and living on the outskirts of Clan life did I ever picture this moment," Kestrelwing chuckled, a bitter tone lacing his words as he swung his yellow gaze over to his companion. Moons ago he'd loathed anything to do with medicine or healing, never making an effort to get to know any of them.

But Snakeheart had become something of... a brother to him in the past few moons. With Eelsting still missing, he felt a sense of kinship to the snarky young medicine cat. He'd had his own share of hardship, and in some twisted, ironic turn of fate that had brought the two of them closer.

"So how does this work?"

// @Rani [whenever you're ready ]