x.the story of my life

[Vestige]

// I’ve got soul
{ but I’m not a soldier }

Gray and black fluffy pelt smoothly flowed over the tom’s strong muscles as he carefully traveled the length of the borders. There was water there, he knew this, but although he was parched and longed to find a drink, he could not cross into a territory.

It was…unallowed. Boundaries were there for a reason, an unproclaimed rule that demanded to be followed. The tom settled into a crouch, yellow flints peering with the slightest air of longing across an otherwise emotionless face, at a small pool on the other side.

But crossing such a line would hinder his other goal here, to possibly join this clan. Thus, Vestige held point for now, waiting and waiting until the leader showed herself.

[cloudlionfaith]

<sub>He led his family on with courage and saw another tom. His black and gray fur stood out against the grass, and now this first tom's amber eyes brightened. You would think that the light brown tabby fur on his shoulders would stand on end, but it didn't--he was bright and optimistic. He was Lionmane, and he was the father of a nice little family.

"Hey!" he yowled gleefully, running towards Vestige. "Hey! Where are we?" he added as he looked around. The scents were much different here, but he didn't quite recognize them.

Cloudwings followed her mate more slowly and shly. She was just as optimistic and happy as Lionmane, but much more quite. "Lionmane..." she mewed, trying to quiet her outgoing mate, but of course, it didn't work.

Faithwish, however, took after her father and was quite outgoing and bouncy. "Father!" she yowled happily and ran after Lionmane. "Whozzat?" Faithwish mewed, looking blankly at Vestige.

But the gray and black tom did not hold the tabby and white femme's attention for long; no, there was a butterfly nearby and she pounced at it, laughing.</sub>

[Vestige]

Voice? Scratch that, voices. The gray and black tom rose, head swiveling to look over his shoulder towards the trio. My. They were certainly…perky. Still, there was really no harm in answering was there?

“Mistclan. We are on the opposite side of their border.”

His voice was soft, not gentle or shy but there was no threat in it. Although he was quiet, there was an aura of quiet confidence that surrounded him, intelligence flickering within pale yellow depths.

[Shadow Spirit]

The large, mottled she-cat stepped along the river-wet boulders carefully. Even for a cat that could swim well, the river was a scary obstacle in its rushing, snow-melt summer form. She placed her large white paws delicately, inspecting the rocks for signs of intruders. Raising her snout to the air, she breathed deeply and scented many cats. Rounding a bend in the rock, she came upon a large group.

"So...what are all of you doing here?" she asked, standing in the shade of some rocks to avoid the midday sun.