Post by Blizz on Jul 22, 2007 19:16:00 GMT -5
"Crowfeather?" Whitetail's usually warm amber eyes seemed to scorch the pelt of the smoky black warrior she addressed. Her soft voice seemed to screech in his ears like the piecing cry of a hawk. "When will you visit the moonpool?"
Crowfeather didn't reply, but just stared into the air, his face twisted in a griamce of pain that only existed within his heart. "Yes, Crowfeather, you will become leader, won't you?" His mate's voice crashed open his ears like waves of the sundrown place, reminding him of the bittersweet journey he made with another cat.
Weaselfur snorted at her arrogantly, "He doesn't have a choice. Onestar made him deputy, he's depending on him to lead the Clan."
The black she-cat opened her mouth in a snarl to defend her mate, but Crowfeather's quiet, somber voice came before hers. "I don't want to be depended on. When I'm depended on cats always end up . . ." the tom closed his eyes as his voice broke, a clear, sparkling tear falling from his blue eye. "-- broken." Broken bodies and broken hearts...
"No Crowfeather." Nightshade turned to him, curling her black tail around him and licking the top of his head like a mother to a kit. "You're wonderful."
Another black cat, who mirrored the silky pelt of Nightshade, but had a younger, more masculine voice broke in, "But Weaselfur's right, Crowfeather must become Crowstar." His mother shot him an icy look with her emerald green eyes.
"Quiet Breezepaw."
Crowfeather wanted to curl up and die as the voices constantly shattered his carefully arranged thoughts. Nightshade, Leafpool, Feathertail -- his memories were mingling and mixing. But when his son spoke of his new name -- Crowstar -- he almost sobbed. How could he watch more bodies break under his new name? And if he gave up his name . . . The only thing that connected him to her.
Oh Crowfeather . . .
The wind seemed to sigh as Crowfeather's paws carried him across the moors.
Broken bodies, broken hearts . . .[/sub][/ul]
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