Post by Sirensea on Jun 26, 2018 11:18:57 GMT
exiting her den, sirensea ambled into the clan camp, what little contact her pale paws made with the earth almost inaudible. downy, gossamer-thin ears swivelled as if trying to pinpoint something they could not find, but the she-cat was merely listening. she was listening for the murmurs of discontent, of disapproval, of dissent that came with being a leader so young, so inexperienced, so seemingly naïve.
still silent, sirensea moved to the centre of the camp, a sinewy grace in the way she walked, her tail snaking out behind her lithe form. there was something about her that was serpentine, but there was nothing sinister in her gold-blue eyes as she peered about at her clanmates. at least, she would hope not.
"let all cats old enough to climb rocks taller than they gather before me!" sirensea would call, her voice ringing surprisingly clear. the words spilled from her tongue so swiftly, so readily, so easily it felt like an accident. but she knew these words well, though she had never spoken them out loud. she knew them, because they were words she had dreamt of saying from the heartbeat she had heard them.