Dim Light (Stormwind)

“Do you think I’m ready? To lead the clan, that is.” The tom asked, slightly anxious about the responsibility he was about to take on.

“I know,” Swiftstream sighed.

“You’re going to have to call me by a different name now,” The tom mewed to break the silence between the pair, their pawsteps perfectly in sync as they walked.

Swiftstream looked around at their surroundings, keeping her ears pricked.

Riverflight barely suppressed a purr as Swiftstream joined him at his side, pressing against the female as he walked, thankful the snow had started to melt away so they would have an easier trek.

(It’s okay)

Swiftstream hurried up a couple steps to walk by his side, their pelts brushing.

(Sorry for not replying much, I’ve been super busy this weekend)

Riverflight shuddered against the cold nip of the early morning air, the sun not up long enough to hear things up.

Swiftstream padded after him, slightly reluctantly. The she-cat really didn’t want to do this, but she wanted to let him go alone even less.

Riverflight decided to lead the way, his tail raised as the tom stood at the exit for a moment, visualizing the way back to the old camp before headed that direction.

Swiftstream nodded silently, gazing out of the camp.

Riverflight looked to Swiftstream as she approached, looking back over the camp as the sun rose, lighting the sky bright yellow. “Are you ready...?” The tom mewed softly, realizing just how much he was going to miss home even if they were returning to where they had lived before.

Swiftstream made a face as she swallowed the herbs, wrinkling her nose. Afterwards, she caught up with her mate.

Riverflight made his way to the medicine cat’s den with Swiftstream behind him, lapping up the bitter-tasting traveling herbs and waiting at the entrance to camp for his mate to take her portuon

Swiftstream followed her mate out of the warriors’ den with significantly less grace, sleepy as she was, though managed to avoid waking anyone up.

Riverflight glanced out of the warrior’s den, carefully stepping over Glaciertail on his way out. He noticed that Spottedpelt’s nest was empty again, and guessed that the tortoiseshell had chosen to get again spend the night in the nursery.

Swiftstream groaned but pushed herself up into a sitting position, blinking sleepily.

Riverflight nosed his way under her chin and licked at her neck a few times, his tail flicking behind him as he stood over her.

Swiftstream whined in protest, reluctantly opening her eyes.

“We’ve got to go, Swiftstream,” Riverflight mewed softly, reaching for his mate’s shoulder and shaking her around gently with a forepaw.

Swiftstream grumbled unintelligibly, swatting at his tail.

The next morning, Riverflight instinctively woke up just before sunrise, as he always did, and flicked his mate’s ears with his tail to wake her up as well.

She drifted off to sleep.

Riverflight was asleep almost instantly, having had a very long, stressful day.

Swiftstream curled up by his side.

Riverflight shuddered at the thought of going into the leader’s den, opting instead to use his nest in the warrior’s den. This also meant that Swiftstream wouldn’t have to build a new nest in the leader’s den just yet, and the tom flopped gratefully into the moss, sighing softly.