Post by Heathclaw on Jan 10, 2011 0:59:46 GMT -5
The rational part of Redfang knew that what he was doing right now was stupid and pointless, not to mention a bit dangerous and irresponsible. The other part of Redfang, the part that was driving his paws forward through the snow-covered landscape of WindClan after dark, was fiercely telling his rational side to go jump down a badger set.
As he pushed his way through the snow and ice, he would occasionally glance up at the moon, that silvery crescent sliver. He would never forget the significance of that shape. It had been seven moons time since he'd seen this exact same moon hanging over the dead body of his former apprentice... his secret son... Rustlepelt.
He needed only to look into tonight's sky for the memories to flood back, clear and biting. A suicidal charge across RiverClan's border... his son's mangled corpse... the pain that his mate must have suffered on hearing the news... a vigil in ice cold silence.
And that was why he was here, tonight, why he made this trip alone every moon, in the cover of night. For Rustlepelt's sake. For Rustlepelt's memory. And yet... tonight... something was different. Redfang became aware of it as he got close to the two-legplace near the RiverClan border- he was being followed. And a quick sniff told him exactly who his follower was. The deputies long orange fur bristled up for a moment, and then laid completely flat as he turned around, eyes glowing. "What are you doing here?"
As he pushed his way through the snow and ice, he would occasionally glance up at the moon, that silvery crescent sliver. He would never forget the significance of that shape. It had been seven moons time since he'd seen this exact same moon hanging over the dead body of his former apprentice... his secret son... Rustlepelt.
He needed only to look into tonight's sky for the memories to flood back, clear and biting. A suicidal charge across RiverClan's border... his son's mangled corpse... the pain that his mate must have suffered on hearing the news... a vigil in ice cold silence.
And that was why he was here, tonight, why he made this trip alone every moon, in the cover of night. For Rustlepelt's sake. For Rustlepelt's memory. And yet... tonight... something was different. Redfang became aware of it as he got close to the two-legplace near the RiverClan border- he was being followed. And a quick sniff told him exactly who his follower was. The deputies long orange fur bristled up for a moment, and then laid completely flat as he turned around, eyes glowing. "What are you doing here?"