Post by Lemonade on Jul 7, 2014 19:09:25 GMT -5
(( Midnight You know what you're doing here, so I'm in your hands! Please take care of me! ))
Frostnose stopped as the great crystal of Skyfield came into his view. He hesitated now, averting his blue eyes from the stone. Bluewing told him that StarClan wanted him, but would it be better for him to tell them he wasn't up for the job? Did he have the authority to tell StarClan they had made the wrong choice? He looked down at his paws, and again, imagined the stars and the moon glistening off of his own white pelt like they were said to glisten off of the pelts of StarClan cats. He knew they would ask him the questions he was asking himself. Could he uphold the honor of the warrior code, and make right the wrongs of Silverstar, for the sake of LeafClan?
A rush of joy swept over him, as he reminded himself that StarClan had chosen him. No other cat in the clan was asked to come here. StarClan didn't want another cat. They wanted Frostnose. He stepped closer to the stone, pressing his fleshy belly into the cold stone, and staring into the depths of the crystal. He saw himself swimming in it, a haze of white fur and blue eyes, his whiskers tipped with a telltale frost from outside the underground field. The snow had always been a driving force for him, and he had found it fitting that the greatest change of his life came about on a night in the dead of Leafbare. He fell into a trance easily, wondering vaguely if he would ever see his long departed siblings frolicking in the fields of StarClan.
It was Greenleaf in the fields of StarClan, and daytime to boot, and Frostnose felt immediately uncomfortable, somehow missing the sting of cold Leafbare back in clan lands. He blinked a few times to clear the sun from his eyes, and looked around, taking in the scenery. "Hello?" He called out, hoping he was not alone.
Frostnose stopped as the great crystal of Skyfield came into his view. He hesitated now, averting his blue eyes from the stone. Bluewing told him that StarClan wanted him, but would it be better for him to tell them he wasn't up for the job? Did he have the authority to tell StarClan they had made the wrong choice? He looked down at his paws, and again, imagined the stars and the moon glistening off of his own white pelt like they were said to glisten off of the pelts of StarClan cats. He knew they would ask him the questions he was asking himself. Could he uphold the honor of the warrior code, and make right the wrongs of Silverstar, for the sake of LeafClan?
A rush of joy swept over him, as he reminded himself that StarClan had chosen him. No other cat in the clan was asked to come here. StarClan didn't want another cat. They wanted Frostnose. He stepped closer to the stone, pressing his fleshy belly into the cold stone, and staring into the depths of the crystal. He saw himself swimming in it, a haze of white fur and blue eyes, his whiskers tipped with a telltale frost from outside the underground field. The snow had always been a driving force for him, and he had found it fitting that the greatest change of his life came about on a night in the dead of Leafbare. He fell into a trance easily, wondering vaguely if he would ever see his long departed siblings frolicking in the fields of StarClan.
It was Greenleaf in the fields of StarClan, and daytime to boot, and Frostnose felt immediately uncomfortable, somehow missing the sting of cold Leafbare back in clan lands. He blinked a few times to clear the sun from his eyes, and looked around, taking in the scenery. "Hello?" He called out, hoping he was not alone.