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But like every morning, once she woke up, she could never bring herself to go back to sleep. Now lying still was less relaxing and more uncomfortable, and she could feel all of her muscles, stiff and sore from staying in one position for so long. Grunting, she uncurled herself and rolled over onto her flank, stretching her limbs out far in front of her as her back arched slowly, subtly disturbing the bedding underneath her fur. Once she let her muscles relax back onto the ground again, she lay there, stretched out, for yet one more seemingly long moment. Before she gave herself enough time to feel uncomfortable again, she rolled over onto her belly, head and chest off the ground and all of her senses straining for any signs of outside activity. But of course, there was none.

Rising ever so slowly toward the entrance of her den, she shook herself to loosen the moss bedding from her fur, then quickly flattened it with her tongue to make herself look more presentable. Then, with one final stretch, she emerged from her den.

The outside was just as dark as the inside, although Silverpelt had already started to fade and the horizon showed a very slight change from pitch black to navy blue. Morning was soon to come. [/style][/style][style=font-family:coming soon; font-size:14px; text-align:center; text-transform:lowercase; -webkit-transform:rotate(180deg); margin-top:-7px; margin-left:-110px;]this is the dawning of the rest of our lives[/style]

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ϟ THUNDERSTORM ϟ
i will never let you fall

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:: he had just returned back to camp when he saw her. as usual, he was up far earlier than most, carefully removing himself from his nest next to tigerfang, and creeping out to greet the silverpelt for the second time in the same night. a cold breeze fluttered by his face, his ears falling back onto his skull at the feeling in a vain attempt to keep them warm; it was almost tempting to return back to the den and the warmth of his clanmates. it took all his willpower to trudge along to the entrance of the camp, heading out into the forest in order to start his duties for the day... or early morning as the case might've been then. he'd lost track of time after that; the walk through the forest had been quiet and enjoyable throughout, and he'd managed to catch a few prey morsels since starting - three small mice, a vole, and a single dove. he'd already brought back the mice and vole, and had just finished retrieving the dove when the silverpelt had begun to fade, mentally making plans for the rest of the day... and that's when he spotted her exiting her den and all those plans flew out the window to be lost to the night. the massive tabby's figure seized up mid-step, his bright blue eyes widening against the darkness of the new morning, and vaguely he remembered somewhere in his mind that perhaps freezing up would not be the best reaction. too bad he couldn't send that thought to the rest of his form, it was impossible to hear over the pound of his heart anyway.

somehow, he managed to pull himself out of the stupor he'd put himself in before she noticed his presence, his head shaking violently and fangs digging into the wing of his kill. oh! that's right! he'd had fresh kill! the shaking stopped immediately, but the damaged had been done - the dead bird's wing was broken, and a few feathers had been flown around the place... wonderful. a helpless sigh escaped the great brown and white tabby, his blue orbs closing in surrender as his tail fell upon the ground. he had no excuse; what could he say that wouldn't sound stupid? that even after thirty-something moons, the death of a deputy and a leadership ceremony, she was still the most breath-taking, beautiful she-cat he'd ever seen? that her very presence messed him up in so many ways he could barely speak? ...that he was so hopelessly in love with her and such a mouse-hearted coward that he hated himself for being unable to even tell her? for being unable to stop grayfur's death or bring back her smile? yeah... right. that'd go over well. he couldn't help it though - as far back as he could remember, since days spent by his mother's side in the warmth of the nursery, there had only been one she-cat his heart had room for, and it'd accept no other as a replacement. he'd tried, good starclan knows he tried, and tigerfang even tried to help; tried to tell her, and when that didn't work and her heart was stolen to another, tried to find another she-cat, and he'd had so many choices... but it wasn't fair to those she-cats. it wasn't fair that while he was speaking with them, he was wishing he was speaking to her instead.

so that left him here now, standing in the entrance of the camp, stumped by the appearance of wildstar herself, the she-cat whom had stolen his heart long before he ever should've considered giving it away. he'd immersed himself in his clan's duties many times to try and forget, if only a moment, of missed chances and unrequited love; of broken hearts, broken loyalties and fallen deputies; of traitorous scum he'd rather see dead on the thunderpath... he shook his head again, banishing that thought immediately. no, not the time to go there. later. right now, he had duties to perform, and wildstar would eventually notice him. so, with great practice, he told himself wildstar was just his leader and his leader only and that she should mean nothing to him other than a kithood friend, and stepped back into the camp to place the dove into the fresh kill pile, trying his hardest to stare away from her. wildstar was known for wanting her privacy, if she wanted to talk, she'd call out to him. if not, then he'd be on his merry way... and perhaps one day he'd discover how to make his heart stop beating so painfully in his chest...

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She would have to organize the dawn patrol. Who should be on the dawn patrol? She would volunteer herself to go and probably leave Foxbite in charge of camp for a while, StarClan bless him, he was so willing and helpful to her, but then, who else?

Her ear twitched at a disturbance of the quiet; a soft thump, as if something dropped to onto to the floor. Opening her eyes, she turned to see a large striped tom by the fresh-kill pile. She knew him well, especially for causing problems recently with being especially aggressive toward ShadowClan, and for no visible reason. But she knew his motives behind it, and even empathized him for it, although she still wouldn't tolerate it. But sighed, but she knew that as long as she was there to watch him, she would be able to control him.

"Thunderstorm." She meowed, not necessarily loudly despite their distance, knowing that in this quiet moment, her voice could be heard very clearly. She waited for him to turn his attention toward her before motioning him over with a flick of her tail. [/style]&[/style][style=font-family:coming soon; font-size:14px; text-align:center; text-transform:lowercase; -webkit-transform:rotate(180deg); margin-top:-7px; margin-left:-110px;]this is the dawning of the rest of our lives[/style]

[thunderstorm]

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ϟ THUNDERSTORM ϟ
i will never let you fall

:: stepping up to the front of the fresh-kill pile, the massive tabby let his broken dove fall to the earth on top of the rest of his earlier catches, and sent out a silent prayer to starclan that no one noticed or really minded the fact that the wing was all but shattered. had he been left to his own devices, he would've returned back to the forest to do more hunting, or maybe a solo patrol, but as he turned around from the pile to head back to the entrance, his attention was captured to another place, and his heart slammed so hard against his chest he forgot to breathe for a second. 'thunderstorm.' it was one word, just one word, spoken at a decibel level that wasn't loud, but in the expanse of the clearing her voice might as well have been the thunder in a storm, the echo bouncing within his ears over and over again. slowly, painfully slowly, the great tom's regal head turned to gaze at his tortoiseshell leader, taking in a deep breath as he gathered himself up enough to just think straight. it would do no good whatsoever if he couldn't answer her without a stupid stutter or miss-matched word. as azure blue met upon the familiar form, a flick of her tail beckoned him over to her position. a silent nod was the response she was given from the distance as the dark shaded tom adjusted his path to approach wildstar, giving himself a rather aggressive bashing within his mind. he couldn't stop his heart from beating painfully against his ribs, but he could manage this. she was just his leader after all, and he was her warrior - that was it.

the muscular tabby padded over to where the tortoiseshell she-cat stood waiting, each step taken with a grace that belayed the strength he held. white tipped paws spread against the ground as muscles bound in powerful legs bunched and stretched with each movement, a long tiger-like tail swaying comfortably behind him. within the dull light, the streak of white that broke his otherwise uniform pattern gleamed, the jagged line moving up his left side from his white stomach, like an arching thunderbolt that his clan was named after. this was his brand; he truly considered it his mark of loyalty, and the loyalty that his family and their families gave to their clan in tenfold. there wasn't a cat out there who hadn't heard the name of tigerfate, the tom who had swept through the warrior games of his generation without contest, the largest cat the forest had seen in moons, and the one who had died fighting bravely against afraid from shadowclan, held down in the center of thunderclan's camp by the enemy while the shadowclan deputy at the time struck the fatal blow, a coward's move at best. tigerfate's name was still legend amongst the forest, a hero in the eyes of kits, an example to younger warriors, and the pride of thunderclan. everyone expected him to become leader, but he refused over and over... just as thunderstorm had done that day in the tunnels during his turn in the games.

he still remembered that moment - he'd been the first to the end, his nose having led him there without fail. but as he stood there just beyond the exit, staring out into the light of day, he found he couldn't bring himself to step out. he didn't want to. to do that would mean the very real possibly taking over thunderclan one day, and like his father before him, that was the last thing he wanted. he'd lost the hunt, won the fight, and now he gave up his chance for power to another apprentice from another clan, sidestepping out the way to give the stunned young cat the chance for a life unlike any other. he didn't even know the name of the one he gave the race to, or even the clan he belonged to thanks to his nose being so full of dirt at the time, but he didn't care either. once the winner had leaped from those forsaken tunnels and into the light of day, thunderstorm had backed away and headed back down into the darkness - there were still six apprentices somewhere within, and today was to be a day of celebration, not tragedy. each apprentice survived those games, thank starclan, without thunderstorm's intervention, but nevertheless he'd gone back in to make sure, and was the last to come out. when tigerfang, the one whom had immediately known what he'd done, confronted him about it back in the thunderclan camp, asking him why he'd gone back in when he could've won, thunderstorm's answer was simple: 'i won the fighting game, tigerfang - in that race, i was the warrior. isn't the warrior suppose to be the responsible one?' tigerfang had said nothing else after.

that was many moons ago, and now that same warrior who had let the chance of leadership go to an apprentice from another clan stood before his leader, his regal head dipping down in greeting, before his rich voice echoed into the silence. 'good morning wildstar.' he mewed, his tone soft, friendly and inviting as usual, blue eyes sparkling in the rising light. 'i've just returned from hunting - took two trips, but there should be enough for a small dawn patrol.'

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Wildstar watched the large tabby placidly as he approached her at her word. She would never forget that he was and always would be a kithood friend of hers, but she knew that she couldn't ever let that get in the way of their professional relationship with each other. With this in mind, she prepared herself for the topic on his overaggressiveness toward a Clan that presently doesn't provoke conflict.

"Morning." She mewed in reply to his greeting, her voice as plain as the expression on her face. "You're up quite early, Thunderstorm." She didn't have a problem with anyone being awake so early, but rather she was surprised that anyone would do so. But at least he wasn't idle, which was what cracked a smile of appreciation on the tortoiseshell's lips. "I appreciate that, Thunderstorm, thank you." She meowed back.

But her face went back to its original state as she started to address the tom's little problem. Breathing in deeply, she started, "Thunderstorm, I've been hearing that you have been quite hostile during border patrols toward other Clans as of late. Is there anything that has been... agitating you, recently?" She doubted that there was any specific thing that was making him behave the way he did when encountering enemies that was bothering him presently; she suspected that it was just the grudge he held against ShadowClan. But she didn't say so, wanting to hear what the tabby warrior had to say for himself.

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this is the dawning of the rest of our lives