- Apr 26, 2024
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Wide eyes stared upwards at the towering Highrock, like a pinnacle with its end folding the skin of the sky, perhaps even piercing through the flesh of great blue. Even as there were little cloud in the sky, one could still see how the Highrock jutted from the land, extended arm to reach the horizons. (Merlinkit once reasoned that she would be able to talk to Starclan if she were allowed to stand upon the tip...) Standing at the base of the mighty monument, Merlinkit wondered what it would be like to be Howlingstar, to stand upon the lofty perch unshaken and unbroken. She's so cool... I want to be leader, someday. But I bet Howlingstar's been training since she was little. I bet she was super cool even as a little kit. I'm not any of that. The little molly could hardly imagine herself in such a position, as she was not nearly as tall and sturdy, and the winds would surely pluck her from her place like a pebbled cradled by the forces that governed it. Even at such a young age did she rationalize that she was no special cat, no chosen hero destined to sweep the Clan away from crooning perils. "Wow..." Merlinkit mewled to no cat in particular, her voice a mere voice rolling within the multitudes of the thundercloud, a cry to no such avail. I'm not allowed up there, am I? The blue tortoiseshell sepia sat down in defeat, hanging her head low - a display of reverence, or a show of her rout.