Tomorrow is Another Day [Solo]

The silence that over took the meadow was almost deafening. There weren't any noises from the bugs, Tigerdance noted. The chill was starting to set in as the moon rose, causing most creatures to retreat to the safety of their homes, leaving quiet nights like this. Normally the leader wouldn't mind such quiet, but ever since stepping up to take Smallstar's place, his mind never stopped thinking. Questions repeating over and over in his head. A never ceasing endavor.

'Do I even deserve to be leader?' Was the most common one that popped into his head. Even since Smallstar disappeared, the realization hit hard that he would have to lead the clan. He knew that one day he would be leader but he figured he would have more time to prepare for the role instead of just suddenly being dropped into it. Was he even good enough to lead Windclan? Sure he did his duties as a warrior, and a deputy but was that good enough? Was he even good enough? Or would he just lead them down into a terrible situation like Shrikestar did?

The tom shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut trying to clear his thoughts, knowing he was about to get stuck in another loop again. It always started with one question, and as he thought about that one, others would shortly follow leading him in circles He knew it was a bad habit but it was hard to break out of, especially when he was left alone like he was right now. While everyone else slept huddled in the dens Molehill made, or sleeping under the stars. The leader sat, awake, alone. His tail curled around his paws to try and keep chill from setting in.

Green eyes blinked open before up turning to the sky, watching the stars shine and dance above. He wished they could give him answers. He wished Flutterpetal or Adderdawn could come down and tell him what to do, what to expect, but he knew they wouldn't. Starclan was never like that as far as he understood. He didn't even know if they had really spoken with Daisypaw, and other medicine cats were too busy with their own clans to speak with him about stuff that didn't even matter to them.

Was Starclan mad with him? With Windclan? Were they supposed to reach out to him to grant him lives or was that something he was supposed to get when the clans returned home? If they even returned home.. He couldn't imagine how things would go if he could never get his lives. How would Windclan react? How would the other clans react if a regular cat lead a clan without the blessing of Starclan? Would they see Windclan as weak? Would they try to take advantage of their lesser situation? He was certain Nightstalker would have if he still lead Shadowclan.

Tigerdance couldn't help the sigh that escaped him. He was doing it again, ceaseless question after ceaseless question. It was productive, it wasn't getting him anywhere, and it certainly wasn't helping him sleep. He wished he could speak with someone about it but the one cat that came to mind wasn't here. She had left a while ago, leaving him alone. He couldn't fault her for wanting to leave especially after everything she had gone through but he couldn't help the sting he felt every time he thought about Brackenwing. It hurt. It really hurt to just be left like that. As much as it hurt, he could certainly use her company right now. She would know what to do, what to say. Even if wasn't much, she could still probably quiet the thoughts in his head. He missed her.. What would she think of Windclan now? How would she feel about him being leader? Would she be proud? Would she be happy?

Slowly the lanky leader slowly started to settle down into the little burrow he made for himself, resting his head on top of his paws. Eyes just staring out at the world in front of him. Rest would not come easy for him tonight, not with questions still stuck in his head, and the sickness still clinging to him. So he waited for the dawn to come, for tomorrow was another day.