Heaven's Light/./.

[sunniful no one]

-\heaven's light

i am stronger than you.
^<< i am stronger than us.

I watched many happy pairs walk past me. To many for my taste. My usual glow dampened. I waited, but however patiently as I could. I swallowed, tapped my paws. Tried to hunt, tried to patrol. I knew have been worried, but I just wanted to know. I wanted to hear. Where was he? The deep murmurings filled the clan camp, these all came with the hushed time of twilight. Somewhere on the horizon a dead Zephyrclan cat was running along the sun's line, tugging a ray of colors behind it. That is what I had been told by the elders as a kit. I knew it wasn't so, but I liked to believe in childish fantasies anyway. It warmed my youthful heart, always. Except now. What was keeping him, Wren? Of course I knew the answer, if I had learned anything from his retellings of night adventures I knew that it was always my flirty sister that kept the boys rooted to the spot.

Alas, the camp seemed fairly empty. And despite all my hopes, he still hadn't shown his face. Finally, in almost utter defeat, and lack of sleep. Eyelids heavy, I stood up, preparing to make my leave and escape into the world of dreams. By now I felt a sharp pain in my stomach, what if they had been caught? I gulped in spite of myself. No, my sister was cautious enough not to put her friends in danger. And Wren was a medicine cat, he'd be okay. I hoped. My paws had never felt so heavy as I skimmed along, skidding half on the mud under my paws. I wished so desperately he were here to tell me that everything was alright, we were going to be okay. My stomach constricted into a tight knot of uneasiness. I could always just ask after my sister in the morning, bug him then, I'd have longer then. And I was almost asleep on my feet. Feeling slightly headed, perhaps, and just maybe, the worry I never felt was just hunger. It made more sense, I hadn't eaten since this morning. Blinking blearily I stumbled towards the food pile. All the patrols were in and some were sleeping, others meandering in the gaining shadows. Soon the whole camp would be bathed in darkness. The way some of us liked it. A couple of lovers slipped out into the forest, that would've never been the life for me.

Subtly I picked up the smallest rodent I could find, and eagerly, I realized, nibbled at the food so familiar to me. I supposed since leaf-bare was waning I would receive more of what we all wished for.

I finished, and stowed anything I couldn't eat, into the ground, richer soil. Standing shakily I had not noticed the deepened shadow that fell over the entrance. I looked up as a pungent scent of some herb that only my good friend would know, knocked my scents to Silverpelt. I looked up, more awake then I had been for the past few hours, my eyes wide with relief. There was no scent of blood. And there was no scent of any other clan lingering, at least nothing I could detect with all the herbs, which I assumed was the meaning of it. I rushed towards him, my paws thumping the ground in a normal running measure till I reached within a long mouse-length of his face.

Your back. I whispered, my voice hushed, my eyes glowing. A teeny smile spread across my tired face. Tell me everything. I murmured under my breath, already prepared to dash to the medicine cat den for more privacy. It wasn't ever safe in camp, or even anywhere in the forest. We all knew that one day these meetings would be discovered, but I hated things that were forbidden, so I practically encouraged them, though they wouldn't allow me to come. Sitting down, I slapped a paw over my nose. And what in Starclan is that stuff? It was nothing that I had ever seen before. To any pair of single of cats still wandering in the last stretches of the deepening evening I looked like an over-eager lover, but they knew better. And it was still forbidden. Did I mention I hated anything forbidden?

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[guestie]

Yes, the meeting between the separate Clan friends was over. He was not overjoyed that their circle of friendship had come to a close, but rather that the risk of the four of them being caught had died down. Now he just had to erase their scents--Springleaf was overly found of rubbing her head against other's in greeting. The thing that he had chosen to pick from everything was herbs, which would make the most sense. The tom had to travel by moonlight sometimes to find the exact sets of medical leaves that he needed. Some were the easiest seen in the silver glow, their leaves brighter against the gloomy underbrush of the ShadowClan pine forest. That was the simplest and perfect excuse, no one would continue to badger him once he set that standard out for them. No one could complain, even if he was drenched in the smells of other Clans. He could say that he ran too close to a border, stumbled upon a patrol or two. Nothing of big harm.

His green eyes flickered in the shifting light. As dawn approached, he approached camp.

Suddenly, in a flash of a second despite her normal pace, Poppyburst was in front of his eyes. It was too early to register her face completely, but between the blurry patches of his sight he could make out a facial structure that suited her. The scent of the intense herbs that he had picked snubbed out her scent completely, leaving him only to rely on his poor vision (at the moment) and the sound of her voice. He couldn't respond back, obviously, so he just tilted his head forward in a dip of greeting, on the way planting the leaves that were drying his mouth onto the ground. The scent of them stained his nostrils, the fresh air attempting to dilute it as he breathed inwards. He could not take in the delicious freshness of the coming dawn, but he appreciate the difference that came to him now. At least that could make him somewhat happy.

"Tsk, it's coriander. Shouldn't you know, peeking around my den so often?" Wren spoke in a disappointed tone, though it sounded so much like his normal tone it was hard to tell that he was joking. "There was nothing exciting, Poppyburst. You know that." He shied away from her then, pulling his head down and grabbing up the leaves. Their proximity bothered him, he still hadn't gotten over the emotions that he had been stuck over when he was an apprentice. That ugly head, the one of his desire to be with her, stuck out at him on this occasion with a snarky smile. She wanted to stand beside him though, she wanted to hear him talk about the things that he had done with Springleaf and the others. Slowly he padded past her, glancing at her with his keen green eyes. He didn't know if he had anything exciting to say.

As the back of him passed her, he tilted his tail in the direction that he was going, back to camp. They could speak further of the contents of his evening there, and she would tell him of how she wished to go as he separated the coriander seeds from the leaves and the flowers, placing more isles of herbs across the flat stone which held them neatly. Something for them both to do in there.

His black form slipped through the tunnel which led back into the camp, cautious paws keeping from the prickling thorns that often danced about the entrance, as though a guard for the enemies that did not rush inside. He picked his ways through the thin line of stickers before slipping into the medicine cat day which was situated at the beginning of the camp, for some reason or another. Padding to the back room of his homely cavern, Wren began to put down his things. Poppyburst would be coming in after him in any moment, her face eager to see what he was to explain.