Facing the Past (Kiako)

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The soft lapping of the waves against the shoreline was the only sound to be heard for miles. Ceaselessly, the waves washed on shore and were then pulled back, sounding like wind through pine needles. At this time, in late fall, the forests were silent, creatures already bedding down to wait out the winter. The last leaves, still clinging to the spindly branches of the trees, broke off one by one, floating down to land like colorful skirts around the bases of bare trees.

Along the shoreline, a lone figure made its way slowly down the water's edge, orange and black fur melding him with the backdrop of fall colors. His green eyes, usually vigilant and mischievous, were distant and distracted, focusing on something lifetimes away.

He was back in the old territories, back to his past. He could still remember the smells of the old forest, the feel of the familiar grass under his paws. Most of all, he remembered those who had been lost after the fire. Particularly, he remembered her. He remembered Skysong.

Halting abruptly, Blitzfire looked out over the water, toward the distant mountains. Is that where they had come from? Is that the place from which his memories still called to him? He didn't remember. It all felt so long ago, yet so close.

Sitting close to the water's edge, he wrapped his tail around his paws and stared at his reflection in the water. Somehow, he still thought of himself as that young warrior from his past, cheerful and carefree, sharing tongues outside of the den, or splitting a piece of fresh kill with Skysong. He closed his eyes and bowed his head. Great StarClan, he missed her. He missed her so much that it felt as if void had been opened his his heart, a void that could never be filled again.

Yes, he missed her. In fact, he missed everything about his old life.

[Kiako]

ooc- Poor Blitzfire. He's so sad... Let's see if I can cheer him up!

Skysong was curled up, not to far from where Blitzfire was sitting, buried in a pile of leaves that had built up around her over the night. She had woken up an hour or two ago, but she was so comfeterble in her bed of leaves, and the wind that whipped by on occasion was enough to keep her there. She buried her nose deep into the pile, trying to keep the slight chill heralding the approaching winter at bay. As the sun climbed over the trees, the warmed her back. Skysong had been working so har lately, endlessly traveling, wearing down her feet until, at the end of the day, the were red and sore from abuse. It felt nice to relax for a little while.

But the hours wouldn't be wasted. While she was resting, she was plotting. Where would she go next? She should probably follow the river, since Clan cats would have to have a source of water in thier new home. Even if it wasn't EmberClan, or FlareClan or whatever, discovering any Clan would be a miracale. Yes, the river was the way to go. Now, what about her name? Fallen was great to use on rouge territory, it didn't giver her away as a Clan cat. Should she start using her Clan name again, with the chance that someone might recognize it? No, she wasn't even sure if the Clans were here. It was just another lead. To risky.

The sound of another animal moving through the leaves drifted past Skysong. She ignored it, nose burried to deep to catch a scent. They would go away soon. They always so, in time. They wouldn't bother her, they probably couldn't even see her, as her fur blended so well with the fallen leaves. They stopped, across the river bank and a bit upstream. Skysong buried herself deeper into her bed.