We meet again (Tagged)

[Lionhearted]

Tagged: Carotius [Silverspot]

The red-ginger tom gazed down upon his former Clanmates. There was one particular cat he sensed wanted to talk to him, and he stood there impatiently, waiting for Silverspot to fall asleep. He quite glad that he wanted to see him- he'd been missing his friends.

[Carotius]

Lionhearted

The young warrior trudged into the camp clearing wearily, tiredness and deep feelings of remorse weighing heavily on his shoulders. His whitish paws dragged across the ground, swishing up a low cloud of dust in his wake as he made his way towards the warriors' den, wanting nothing more than to curl up for the night and await the day he could be out to the Sky field. His silver pelt looked dull, whereas it usually held the shining appearance of light reflecting off of the surface of a river, glossy from a well-fed diet of fish; he hadn't been in good shape lately, and he'd just admitted that to Leafdapple not too long ago.

Sighing, he sunk into his nest, closing his tired yellow eyes as a gentle breeze rustled the few leaves in the den, the scents of camp enveloping him. Amidst the StormClan signature scent, Silverspot caught a whiff of one scent that seemed so familiar, one that was from many moons ago. Some part of him was sure he should no longer have that scent around here, but he was too tired to care, and let himself drop into the dark clutches of slumber where he could escape the pains in the waking world for the timebeing. He totally wasn't expecting himself to be gripped by a cold blast of wind afterwards.

Silverspot jerked his head up, wildly looking around to get his bearings. No longer was he in the warriors' den; he was somewhere in darkness, the ground beneath him smooth and cool, unlike the earlier draft that could have frozen his fur stiff. I'm dreaming. but where am I? He slowly got up onto his four paws, locking one and running it over his face; the silver tom held back a wince of pained memory as he felt the rip in his left ear, foreign and rough against the rest of his smooth pelt. Shaking off the image of a bloodthirsty rogue tearing his ear with his teeth, the young warrior padded forward, following that strangely familiar scent that beckoned him forward.

His heart leapt to his throat when a bulky red form materialised in front of him. "T...T-Tigersplash...?"

[Lionhearted]

Tigersplash dipped his head, briefly resting his muzzle on top of Silverspot's head. Moving back, his face was impassive and stoic, but his eyes shone with something akin to pride. "Hello Silverspot," he said pleasantly, smiling. "You are fine, yes? I've trained you well. Work hard, Silverspot. Be a credit to StormClan. I know you are, but it's never too tiring to remind everycat." Suddenly, Tigersplash's eyes clouded momentarily, and a crease formed in his face, his whiskers twitching as he seemed somewhat distracted. "Times are changing," he said cryptically. "A dark threat looms over all the Clans. Be prepared, and do not panic. With the right efforts, StormClan will be ready to face this danger. That is all I can tell you. I will watch over you, and guide you. Do not hesitate to ask for help; even if you are a warrior, even if you eventually become leader, please do not swallow your questions. Then, you will be stuck forever."

[Carotius]

Lionhearted

The feeling of having the red tom resting his muzzle atop the living warrior's head sent a overwhelming wave of sadness and yearning to wash over Silverspot's spotted body, prompting a thin layer of moisture to cover his yellow eyes. No words could actually explain the mixture of emotions that curdled in his stomach as he looked up into his dead mentor's eyes, amber ones that glowed with joy and pride...the things that Silverspot, he now realised, had been wanting for an indeterminate amount of time.

but just as the silver warrior parted his jaws to say something along the lines of 'I'm happy to see you again', the larger tabby's eyes suddenly clouded and looked unfocused, the twitch of his whiskers warning Silverspot that something wasn't right. The words that came out of Tigersplash's were nowhere near helpful or easily understood; the living warrior was beginning to feel queasy in the pits of his stomach, a sudden feeling of dread dropping like a dead weight. A dark threat? Like what?! The tom wanted answers, not just the chance to meet his mentor after the time of being separated.

"I-I don't understand... Tigersplash, what's coming for us? Why do you talk of leadership to me, when I know I can't be one?" he stepped forward, his face imploring.

[Lionhearted]

"It doesn't matter who's the actual '-star' here," Tigersplash said abruptly. "Cats who follow blindly rarely make history, believe me. Goldenstar may still be your leader, but you must also contribute. StormClan's fate is on everyone's paws, Silverspot, including yours. The warrior serve the Clan, which is made up of warriors. It's a circle, going on endlessly. You have to support this circle in order to be in it. I'm afraid I cannot reveal anymore. You all must walk a path for yourselves. Good luck, Silverspot. We'll surely meet again." Tigersplash dipped his head, and for a moment, he stared Silverspot in the eyes. Then, he shimmered and was seen no more.

OOC: D'you want to end it here, go on, or make another thread?