- Jun 7, 2022
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it's late. far too late for anyone in their right mind to be gallivanting through the darkness that shrouded these woods but huckleberry had been plagued by restlessness these past few days and tonight was no different so instead of laying in his nest listening to the gentle breathings of slumbering companions the smoky warrior had carefully removed himself from the tangle of limbs he shared with baguette before slipping out and making a quiet exit.
upon stepping foot into the territory, he'd take notice of how warm this particular night was which he gladly welcomed with open arms. it was nice reminder that soon the pine forest will be blossoming with life once again, no longer would anyone need to worry about starving or lacking herbs for it'll be in abundance. maybe skyclan could even have a new-leaf celebration? perhaps decorate the camp with the budding flowers while preparing a feast with a few games here and there to keep the apprentices and kits entertained?
massive paws continued to venture further along a semi-worn path but soon something a few tail-lengths away would flicker briefly in his perphierals which caused his gait to falter and slow. a lone firefly. huckleberry blinks a few times before deciding to veer off the path and go after the elusive insect that beckons him to follow.
he's glad he does.
the smoke ended up wandering into a small, open clearing illuminated by the gentle glow of the moon where in the center of it all was about a dozen or more fireflies who danced in a way that mesmerized the warrior but also stirred up a feeling of nostalgia. huckleberry remembers a moment in the past where he had stumbled across old friends observing a performance similar to this one but the only difference is now it was just him who stood alone in the audience. sadness clouds a softening amber gaze as the tom quietly settles down in his spot, daring not to disturb the concert of lights.
for a selfish minute, he wants to pretend friends who have since moved on to the stars or different territories are sitting here besides him enjoying the spectacle like they once have long ago. no fighting. no arguing. just peace.
( i hear the wandering streams and the song of the birds )♡ – fireflies dance through the night sky. Your characters find themselves the only audience to the performance—how do they react?
it's late. far too late for anyone in their right mind to be gallivanting through the darkness that shrouded these woods but huckleberry had been plagued by restlessness these past few days and tonight was no different so instead of laying in his nest listening to the gentle breathings of slumbering companions the smoky warrior had carefully removed himself from the tangle of limbs he shared with baguette before slipping out and making a quiet exit.
upon stepping foot into the territory, he'd take notice of how warm this particular night was which he gladly welcomed with open arms. it was nice reminder that soon the pine forest will be blossoming with life once again, no longer would anyone need to worry about starving or lacking herbs for it'll be in abundance. maybe skyclan could even have a new-leaf celebration? perhaps decorate the camp with the budding flowers while preparing a feast with a few games here and there to keep the apprentices and kits entertained?
massive paws continued to venture further along a semi-worn path but soon something a few tail-lengths away would flicker briefly in his perphierals which caused his gait to falter and slow. a lone firefly. huckleberry blinks a few times before deciding to veer off the path and go after the elusive insect that beckons him to follow.
he's glad he does.
the smoke ended up wandering into a small, open clearing illuminated by the gentle glow of the moon where in the center of it all was about a dozen or more fireflies who danced in a way that mesmerized the warrior but also stirred up a feeling of nostalgia. huckleberry remembers a moment in the past where he had stumbled across old friends observing a performance similar to this one but the only difference is now it was just him who stood alone in the audience. sadness clouds a softening amber gaze as the tom quietly settles down in his spot, daring not to disturb the concert of lights.
for a selfish minute, he wants to pretend friends who have since moved on to the stars or different territories are sitting here besides him enjoying the spectacle like they once have long ago. no fighting. no arguing. just peace.
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