For some cats, death was an adjustment. Lightfang, however, took to it like a bird to the air. The moment he’d hoisted himself free of the battered shell slumped in the snow, his eyes fixed on Burningwolf with a glow they hadn’t held since that night on the Halfstone, was the first peaceful one he’d had in recent memory. Guilt still weighed heavy on his shoulders, lingered on his tongue like the stench of rotten prey whenever StarClan called him to speak with one of WindClan’s new apprentices. He would carry it forever, he thought. No warrior worth the title would abandon his Clan. But when he looked at his mother, his littermates, his mate and daughter, some of that weight fell away. Here and here alone, they could just…exist. Side by side. He had apologized to Firflower; he had sparred with his siblings; he’d gotten to watch his daughter grow into his handsome pelt, her mother’s blazing spirit, and something wholly, uniquely hers. No matter how much he regretted the choice that had killed him, he would rather die a hundred deaths than relinquish the things that came after.
He got antsy sometimes when Flickerflame (or any of them, really) strayed too far out of sight. But like any young cat, she needed time to herself; and when Burningwolf asked if he wanted to take a walk, just the two of them, Lightfang discovered he’d been itching to stretch his legs. He padded beside his mate, keeping perfect pace. Even now, his heart skipped a beat each time his shoulder bumped against hers.
Presently, she spoke. Lightfang turned to look at her, the shine to his eyes faltering at her tone. “It is weird. But I think it’s…nice, too. Not having to run anymore.” Thornstar, gone. Tinystar and Spottedstar, gone. The cats wearing predators’ pelts, scattered like seeds on the wind. As much as thought comforted him, his mate was another story. Where he’d always been content to fade into the background, Burningwolf was like the sun; she had no qualms about being seen. Demanded it, even. Though after everything she’d done for both WindClan and SkyClan, it was the least she deserved.
Looking ahead, he gave a thoughtful hum. “I’m sure someone down there remembers us. We’re still here, after all.” He gestured to her, then himself with a paw. They—he especially—didn’t shine as vibrantly as some StarClan cats, but their outlines were solid. “And we get to visit the Moonstone. That has to mean something.”
______________________________________
Activity Notice [until 06/01]Athena [35/60]* Outsider Rogue I disadvantaged stats active | Flywhisker [40/100] RiverClan Warrior II | Emberleap [70/160] ShadowClan Warrior V |