Lonely Amber Eyes (OPEN)

[~.:Firefeather:.~]

The dawn was coming. When amber eyes slowly opened, and the dark pelt shifted until the form was sitting, it was the only thought in his head. Jaguarpaw was alone in his small secluded area in the middle of camp; he never really was fond of being encircled by the others in his clan so he had little intentions of making exceptions right away. The clan was small since the Great Battle; he had mourned many good clanmate's deaths.

However, dawn was coming. The dark pelted tom rose to his paws, tail flickering ever so slightly. The horizon was slowly changing, the sun slowly climbing it's way above the hills. This morning wouldn't be the same as yesterdays, nor the same as tomorrows. A new day had arrived, and it was time to make the best of it.

With a small yawn, Jaguarpaw stretched and let his claws sink into the ground for a moment.  If prey was spotted, he decided he would catch it. If another clan's cat appeared in this ones territory, he decided he would fight. He made these promises to himself just as he would make them every other morning.

This dawn wasn't the same though. Amber eyes couldn't help but glance towards where the warriors usually slept , knowing how few warriors there were around compared to what it used to be. This sunrise, he knew he felt lonely. 

"This morning, I feel more alone than the last..." He said out loud to himself. Jaguarpaw wasn't sure why, but he knew that was the truth.

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i'm a loaded gun
the only son
but i'm nobody's hero

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The skinny black tom blinked slowly, his body waking from sleep. His internal clock had gone off, signalling the rise of a new day. Weaselbelly slowly uncurled his long legs and stretched. Wide golden eyes searched the area around him. He was currently WindClan's only proper warrior, and then he was two moons too young. He sighed, his mind heavy with the responsibilities of his new position.

Weaselbelly, WindClan deputy. The title was a heavy burden, but someone had to bear it. Though weak of body, he was sound of mind, emotionally and mentally more than capable of the burden he now bore. Narrow shoulders heavy, the young deputy rose.

He gazed around camp, where most cats were still sleeping. It was to be expected, though, with all apprentices and elders and queens. He exhaled into another sigh, but the weight on his shoulders refused to lift. Weaselbelly caught sight of the dark form sitting near the middle of the camp. Quietly, he made his way over to the apprentice, his awkward frame moving with a shocking elegance.

The solid ebony tom coughed quietly, announcing his presence before sitting down a few mouselengths away, curling his tail over his paws. Bright gold eyes watched in silence as the sky changed, content to sit in silence beside the cat he recognized as Jaguarpaw. If the other wanted to talk, then let him, but Weaselbelly wasn't intent on breaking the silence of the growing dawn.

As he sat there, a strange peace came over him. The sun was rising on a new day, the world was moving on. Perhaps WindClan would rise into a new dawn, moving on from tragedy. The war was horrendous, their losses shattering. But it was time to stop wallowing in sorrow, and time to start moving on. Perhaps they could move through this, create a better life for themselves. But they had to take the first step. And there was no better time than now.

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WEASELBELLY