Never Ending [Open for Crow friends]

Crowstar sat in the large oak tree. His body resting against the trunk trying to enjoy the time he had been alone for the most part. It had been many moons since he had joined Starclan but despite not being burdened with the clan anymore, he couldn't ever help but worry for his former clan, and his remaining kits Tinylegs, and Ploverpuddle. After the talk with the first of his sons, he hadn't expected Tinylegs to retire, but he didn't blame the small tom. Spottedstar was going to guide Skyclan to a good point even if the new leader was a bit stubborn. Though Spottedstar had his fair share of trials and issues coming, the fight with Shadowclan being the first. The whole situation blowing up to something bigger than it should have been but there was nothing the large tom could do about it. If Spottedstar wanted guidance, then he would come to the moonstone.

And with his other son... Ploverpuddle was trying his best to get adjusted to clan life again, but Crowstar could see it was hard. Espically with Windclan's unique situation going on.. He wasn't quite sure what to make of it, but there was nothing he could do. He just had to watch them all work through it. Being the leader he was, it was hard. He was always going to worry, and always be concerned for his clan and his family even if he wasn't the best at showing it.

Crowstar's ear twitched as he heard the grass below him shuffle as others approached. Not that he minded. In Starclan there were no enemies, no bad situations. Sure there were disagreements but he didn't have to watch his back anymore, he could keep his mind on his thoughts and stay relaxed in the tree.

"Crowstar," Gustpuddle's small paws left slight indentions in the grass, her ethereal pelt glittering as she gazed up at the fluffy tom. "would you mind if I joined you?" Her sweet voice carried up the question to the tom, who was perched on a strong limb of the oak tree. She wanted nothing more but to simply converse with her mate, perhaps about what was happening to their lone surviving child, Ploverpuddle. She was quite sure that Crowstar had much more... pressing things on his mind, with the state of his former Clan, but she thought that perhaps speaking about something else might ease his nerves. She donned a soft, gentle smile as she looked up at the fluffy, sparkling tom above.