- Mar 4, 2023
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There had been a fire, that was true. It had been just another tragic event to follow usurps and all other of terrible things that plagued WindClan. The dead had been buried and life was to resume as usual until the next tragedy struck., before Goldenstrike would find it quite anxiety inducing to wait for the next blow. It felt like he had been under constant pressure since he was eight or nine moons old and he hardly knew how to leave without. It had only been recently when the concept of soaking in the peaceful times rather than preparing during them was appealing. Of course he stayed useful, how could he not? But, if an afternoon called for simply watching kits play in the camp, then so be it.
The thought of kits and family weighed heavy on his mind as of late. He had a family, this was true, although it felt fractured in a sense. Shadowrunner had chosen Sootstar over WindClan moons ago now, and even with his brother trying, Goldenstrike could not see the same kit he once sparred with. No, Shadowrunner was a stranger after they had to fight against eachother at the barn. Vulturemask was just dead, a fact that still kept his heart ever so broken. Periwinklebreeze, although technically not related by blood, was busy with his own kits, and Goldenstrike was happy for them. But, it didn't make losing their sometimes needed comfort easier. Then there was Sunflowermask, his sibling through thick and thin. They had vanished, one nigh they never came home. There was a bitterness in that… Goldenstrike didn’t know why they did it. But, seemingly the clan, and himself, we’re easy to cut ties with.
All of that just left Goldenstrike a bit lonely. Yearning was turning into a full-time job for the warrior. As he laid alone at night he wished for another's warm body next to his, it could be anyone really. It wasn't a crush that he had. No, WindClan was full of cats to provide for and give himself up to protect, not to love though it seemed. Instead he was obsessed with this idea. The concept of love. It manifested in romantic love most of the time. But, he could also be diagnosed with kitten fever. He loved seeing the kits when he could, with bright eyes and bushy tails there was so much wonder to be had with the world still and he wanted to experience it again with them. He wanted to help guide and help a family. Maybe he just needed an apprentice first though.
He watched the queens gather up their wards to put them down to sleep for the night, setting sun indicating the curfew. A small wistful sigh left the tom at that moment. He flopped to the ground with a peace of prey, his last meal of the day, currently being enjoyed alone. That was alright, but he did feel that familiar tug at his heart. What if instead of being alone he had a cat he could turn to and they would know what he was thinking.
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