|
|
Post by Kaeldra on Jan 16, 2023 5:15:56 GMT
Shellspots || she/her || 43 moons
Shellspots nodded sagely at the calico’s words. She felt a bit like the elders of her own youth, agreeing with her so wholeheartedly, but it really did seem like young cats weren’t as heedful of advice as they once had been. She could think of several examples, even beyond her own kits, to back up that theory.
“I’m sure they’ll come around eventually,” she said, as much for her own hopes of Heronpaw seeing reason as to reassure Finch. “They’re your kits, after all.” If only blood ties could solve everything, she thought wistfully.
“And of course, I’d be happy to assist in any way that I can.” The silver tabby purred. “I do hope you understand, I’ll have to put the needs of RiverClan first, but you would be welcome in camp any time, even if you just want to get a feel for what Clan life is like. I should warn you though, you will have to do some swimming to get there,” Shellspots added with a teasing grin.
ulla
|
|
|
|
Post by Solaris on Jan 17, 2023 3:39:54 GMT
FINCH | She/Her | 35 moons
“You’re right. They’ll understand, in a matter of time,” said Finch, sighing. By that point, she was certain that her kits would be adults, and the thought of that… It made her stomach churn. Did the moons pass by so easily? She was uncertain.
She nodded her head in understanding. Every cat had their priorities. Finch’s life goal was that of WindClan, and she saw Shellspots doing the same with RiverClan. “Of course. You must carry a lot of responsibilities as leader. I can’t imagine how difficult it must be, having to revive old traditions from long ago. But at least, you have the support of others.”
She laughed, glancing at the island across the river. “And a home.”
“I thank you for your hospitality, Shellspots, and I imagine it’s an offer I’ll take,” said Finch. “Now tell me, do you know where the moors are?”
|
|
|
|
Post by Kaeldra on Jan 23, 2023 3:13:28 GMT
Shellspots || she/her || 43 moons
Shellspots’ heart warmed as she thought of the cats she had managed to bring together. They had their difficulties, and perhaps she and Flare in particular were going through a rough patch, but she knew that eventually things would work out.
“I couldn’t do it without them,” the silver tabby agreed. “A leader is nothing without cats to lead, after all.” The fact they had managed to stumble upon the perfect campsite certainly helped too, as they didn’t have to worry about finding a suitable place to live anymore. This camp had housed RiverClan for seasons before, and it could do so again.
“Just up that way, across a twoleg bridge and past the waterfall,” she directed, flicking her tail toward the gorge. “Though depending on how fond you are of getting your paws wet, you may want to travel downstream to the stepping stones before heading back up.” The small stones jutted out of the water not far down the river, making a convenient crossing point for any cat that preferred to stay dry. For Shellspots herself it wasn’t an issue, as she enjoyed taking advantage of her RiverClan skills, but she could understand for a WindClan cat how it might be undesirable.
ulla
|
|
|
|
Post by Solaris on Jan 23, 2023 5:08:54 GMT
FINCH | She/Her | 35 moons
She followed Shellspots’s gaze to the path to a gorge. Somewhere beyond that was a twoleg bridge, apparently. There was also the alternative of traveling downstream to the stepping stones, though she was less sure of that. Ahe thought of Robin and found herself unwilling to let her kit take that route. What if they slid off the rocks and fell into the water?
“I think I’ll take the twoleg bridge,” said Finch, nodding in that direction. “But I appreciate your help.”
She turned to face Shellspots directly, and with a touch of her tail-tip to Shellspots’s shoulder, she spoke with a smile. An old phrase appeared in her mind, something she hadn’t heard in a long time. “Thank you, Shellspots. I’m glad to have met you. Before, I wasn’t sure if the clans had a chance to return. All I heard were stories, old stories. But you prove that rebuilding the clans is possible. I hope WindClan will grow like RiverClan has. And... may the stars above light your path.”
With a dip of her head, she padded back to where Robin was. And soon—she felt her heart thumping as she thought of this—soon she would be in the moorland where she was always meant to be.
|
|
|
|
Post by Kaeldra on Jan 23, 2023 5:24:56 GMT
Shellspots || she/her || 43 moons
Shellspots smiled as Finch told her she was going to head straight for the twoleg bridge. She had to admire the other queen’s determination. It truly was a shame that she wasn’t meant for RiverClan, but all the same she hoped their paths would cross again someday. There were meant to be four great Clans, after all, and it wouldn’t do to keep all the noble warriors to herself, much as she’d like to.
As Finch spoke, Shellspots heard the renewed hope in her voice and felt a similar sensation stirring in her own heart. The work of rebuilding a Clan was taxing, but it was moments like these that made her sure her paws were on the right path. It sounded like Finch’s were now, too. Shellspots’ eyes shone at the customary parting words.
“And may they light yours, Finchbreeze,” she agreed, dipping her head in return. It only seemed right to call her by her warrior name. “Until we meet again.”
ulla
|
|
