Shine A Light

Despite the war. Despite the winter. Despite everything... Rowantalon was happy. His oldest son's family was growing swiftly, another was nearing his warrior ceremony, the third was the clan deputy, for Starclan's sake, and his daughter was nearly a warrior.
The winter had given his clan plenty to mourn, but also plenty to celebrate. Magpiewing hadn't passed, merely stepped down, and Littlestar was already a strong leader. Perhaps she would give his once-honorable clan something do be proud of. The first thing she could do was aid Thunderclan in the war. He could barely wait to tell Dustcloud that his clan could be changing sides.
The short-legged warrior stretched and padded lazily towards the camp entrance, flicking his tail. It was nearly time for the evening patrol, and he supposed that he would be the one to lead it. The reddish-brown tom sat down lightly, licking one paw as he waited for others to join him.

Owlpaw ran up to Rowantalon and pounced on him. His orange eyes held a sparkle of playfulness.The apprentice was happy to see his father. "Can I join ya dad?" he asked with a smile. The once short tom was now big and strong. Almost as big as Scorchfang or Crowfur. He was feeling down on the inside seeing as everyone forgot about him or just ignored him. He was still an apprentice for Starclan's sake! He should have been a warrior by now.