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November 18th, 2018 12:54 AM |
Re: StarClan Territory
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Originally Posted by Charmer
(Post 554788)
Shinefang raised his head just a notch as the sweet song of his mate's voice. In the glittering field of Starclan, the light of her pelt gleamed and wavered like the light of the full moon on the surface of the moonpool. It was beautiful, but nowhere near as the parts of her still left from her time with him that still remained: the way her paws glided over the grass, that larksong of her meow, the curve of her spine as she moved to him and nuzzled him. He swallowed. Looking at her was like drinking deeply after days of drought, but all this time he had wanted to be strong for her and now he felt so beaten and defeated. All of his beliefs that he held so close about what it meant to be a good warrior were in pieces, and lugging his battered body around became harder with every stride. "Slate..." he whispered finally, looking away so that she wouldn't see the pools beginning to well in his eyes. "I'm so tired..."
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Any words she tried to utter were swallowed by the thick silence following Shinefang's words. Her ears were ringing, eyes resting sadly upon his frame. It was only then that the Starclan feline noticed the thinning gray hair, bones beginning to jut out of the skin of his old frame, and tired bags resting beneath his features. Time had not been kind to Shinefang, but still his beauty shone bright through the withering image of him. With a delicately hitched breath, Slatepelt brought her muzzle close to the tom, pressing her warm damp nose into his soft cheek fur once more, coaxing him to look back at her. Pain tugged at her heart, though not for herself. So badly she wanted to be there for Shine, be physically at his side, tend to his aches and pains, murmur words of encouragement into his ears - loving and tender. "Shine.." Her voice trailed off, choked by grief. "Rest with me... here." Slatepelt ran the tip of her tail down his back, noting each vertebrae of the spine with care. Her wispy star-strewn fur entangled into his, her voice soft as a lulling mother, "Please." She whispered quietly, her eyes welling with warm tears, slowly rolling down her cheeks. It had been a long time since she had cried for Shinefang. Watching him suffer like this broke her heart. Pale Golden hues expectantly searched the warm Amber orbs of Shinefang. What else could she do? Slatepelt knew how stubborn he was, but even he had to have his limit.
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