}}--on s u c h aNIGHT [streamy]

[`s қ y . x x]

If I were to vanish tomorrow, would a soul even know that I was gone?...

A plesant dream, a simple wish, that's all that someone can hold deep within their heart. No matter the time of year or if the clans ever did reach a peaceful state, how long would it actually stay that way? There was always some form of war, some form of mystery that lurked within the lives of every clan and even though they tried to ignore it, no one could escape the truth. The night air was cold, the gentle, winter breeze whisping through the trees of thunderclan and sweeping across the border, ripples forming across the river's tossing and turning current. A small figure moved almost soundlessly across the edge of the river, the young she-cat's bright blue eyes glinting in the narrow light of the three quarter moon. Every ray of light glittered across her thin, snowy coat, dark tabby patches smoothed out against the shadows which surrounded her every pawstep. Maybe it was just the time that she was born, or her natural instinct as a cat but she always thought best deep into the night. Right now, there was just one thing on the warrior's mind and that was the deputy of the clan, Mistshine.

Wherever they went, whatever they said it always seemed a like in so many ways. She could move beside the she-cat with the same rythme, relate to the white she-cat with her opinions and hold the same beliefs deep within her heart. They even looked alike, of course, Mistshine was pure white and she was tabby and white but the two still had the same length coat, and same contrast of white across their fur. Willowstream sighed, the wind ruffling her patches pelt as she glided towards sunningrocks, leaping onto one of the larger boulders without even the slightest strain. The young she-cat turned her gaze to the stars, flickering and twinkling high above in the misty river of silverpelt. Maybe there was something bgetween them, an ancient bond that she would never know about. Sitting down, Willowstream wrapped her striped tabby tail lightly around her front paws, gaze not moving from the spirit stars high above.

..And would my song ring out through the night, to reach the ears of those I leave?

words--> 419
character--> willowstream
statue--> closed, mistshine only
listening to--> school lunchtime announcements >.>

[`s қ y . x x]

[Streamy? *bump*]

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