Private Thread On the Rise

Love is just a cloudy sky as far as I can see
⤝ ⥈ ⥈ ☁ ⥈ ⥈ ⤞

Strong, sunhigh sunshine warmed over the WindClan moor, turning the storm-slicked grass from the day before into a pliant floor. This moon he had taken over mentoring duties from Aspenberry, who was much distracted by her litter of new kits. He still warmed at the knowledge of their parentage and was very eager to see more of them, but first...

Training Fallpaw.

The thought stirred a complicated sense of responsibility in his chest. Fallpaw was no greenpaw anymore...he was in the final moon of his apprenticeship, and Cloudflare had watched him grow from a clumsy foundling into a capable young cat. He wasn’t taking over Aspenberry’s role lightly. And he had organized them both for sunhigh patrol today.

His tail flicked once behind him, thoughtful but resolute.

"Fallpaw, how are you holding up?" He meowed towards his patrol-mate. He considered planning the venture; tracking, sparring, hunting techniques, and a final push of endurance racing on the hills...but wanted to take it slow first, to consider the young cat's thoughts about it all. About his life in WindClan.

The sun was pleasant on his fur. There was plenty of WindClan territory and oppertunity ahead of them.