Above the Clouds (o)

Clouddream hadn't exactly gotten used to her name yet. Even though the change was important to her and she loved her new name, she'd only ever been known as Swan... But she wasn't Swanmist anymore.

The white warrior sat in camp, nibbling on a mouse after a long day of hunting. Her vigil had felt longer than the one in Riverclan, but she took a nap the moment she was able to, the moment she woke up she took on a hunting patrol, and now, as sun began to set for the second time Clouddream had her new name, she looked up to the clouds her prefix came from. Stars would've been appearing in the sky right about now, but their ancestors were nowhere to be seen. She exhaled slowly. Save us, Starclan.

She looked back to the mouse, she had already eaten it all. She didn't even realise how fast she was eating. Should I give thanks to Starclan if they're not... There? Trying to put off doing it for as long as possible, she managed to lick the bones clean. Her ear twitched, curling her tail around her paws tightly. It's tradition. I have to do it. She told herself, starting to dig a small hole in the ground.

Thank you Starclan, for this prey. She mouthed, pausing before glancing up at the sky again, it was darker, now, and not a star in sight. Please come back... Soon.

Clouddream brushed dirt over the remains of the mouse with her tail before releasing her claws. I wish the Dark Forest would just go away. I wish Starclan would just come back... Do they even care?

Do they?

Gingerroot welcomed the feeling of newleaf. He swore to stars that his pelt was getting thinner, and there was no way he would put up with that again.

He looked out of the elder’s den to the young warrior. She had her name changed, something the tom was thankful for. He was terrible with names and admittedly forgot her original name.

He strolled up to her, a cheeky grin on his face. He aimed an affectionate bonk as he said, “Congrats on not being a fish-breath no more.”

“Now look at’cha, a real ThunderClan warrior.”

The tom looked at her face. “You’ve put in the work. I’m proud of ya.”

Gingerroot gave a weak smile. He had been a recluse in leafbare and wanted to see the Clan again.