[zinfranny]

@Ashley/Kestrel
{hA. I DID IT. I POSTED.}

He paused, staring at the mouth of the clearing's entrance. Gyrestar's eyes were as big as two silvery moons on his face, an unreadable painting of emotions in the glowing depths. The tall feline stood there, facing the arch of bush and fronds for several moments like a quiet statue amid the quiet forest. Alas, his paws moved across the brittle grass and snow skiffs. His steps crackled through the trees as he crunched the frost, but the faint sound proved to be a decorous knell to complete the frozen clearing bathed in a cloudy early morning's blue-ish hue.
Gyrestar reached the jutting stone that emerged in the back of the clearing, which appeared painted by frost and was just nearly calling out for somebody. It was true, when Ashstar had died, the Highpeak had remained forgotten under the new leader's doing. Now that Gyrewind was Gyrestar, the ceremonial stone seemed to know, and called for him.
Ashstar's successor turned his back to the rock. He stared out at the clearing, home to the Clan he was suppose to look after, which, so early in the morning, seemed numb and silent. Gyrestar inhaled the crisp air that filled his lungs and exhaled, a puff of white fluttering into the air.
This is it. I'm alone.