Just Like Back Then... [Tiny]

[Silver]

Silverblaze

Silverblaze sat near the entrance to the RiverClan camp, his paws tucked neatly beneath his body while his tail was wrapped lightly around them. Above him the sun shone brightly in the clear sky, light flowing directly into the camp and bathing it in the glimmering shine of the large orb, the sun just having passed sunhigh. The trees that surrounded and covered the small island gleamed a bright green, as their boughs swayed softly in the cooling breeze of the newleaf day, the leaves giving out a chattering sigh as the blasts of air wound their way through the branches of the canopy. Though invisible from the wall of thickets and bushes that surrounded the edges of the camp, the sounds of the two streams that formed the island reached into the RiverClan camp, the familiar gurgling and running of the clear water striking upon the silver tabby’s ears as he sat, his pale blue eyes watching the clearing before him.

The camp was busy with activity, as the cats of RiverClan that were present went about their daily lives under the beaming sun of the day. Since sunrise nothing had threatened the clan or presented any problems, and the peaceful atmosphere was quite noticeable within the island camp. A liter of kits was joyfully playing near the front of the nursery, the scraps of fur jumping around and mewling battle cries as they fought pretend enemies of RiverClan, their mother lying down nearby and watching with interest her “little warriors” as they played, her tail swaying behind her in amusement. Not far away a pair of elders were sharing tongues in the shade, the blackness of the covering trees diming the color of their pelts, so that it almost appeared as if all that was there were two pairs of bright orbs, small suns almost in themselves, except for the occasional hoarse meow one of the elders would give to a passing apprentice or warrior, who dipped their heads in respect, and then quickly fled the pair and their “memories” of old, or rather their disappointment at the cats of the present day. Purring slightly with amusement at the sight, Silverblaze turned away and bowed his head in greeting as a pair of warriors left the camp to go hunting, the cats returning the motion towards their deputy.

It had been just some moments ago that Silverblaze had received the dawn patrols report, and it was with satisfaction that he found that nothing was out of the ordinary, and that the patrol had found not a single trace of other cats, clan or not, and no other reason to worry. And it was because of this thankful peace, and the fact that he had already sent out the hunting patrols for the day, that the deputy found himself with some spare time. Giving his white paw a single lick and stretching his back, the tom lifted himself onto his paws and walked away from the entrance to the RiverClan camp, and further into the center of the island. As he slowly padded across the clearing the silver tabby couldn’t help but let out a slight purr of pleasure, the sun above breaking its way through the canopy of green and washing over his fur, the silver color shining dimly in the flickering light. So far the day had presented itself as almost perfect. The sun was shining with fervor, bathing the land with its warm embrace, and causing a sense of hope and happiness that seemed as if it could penetrate even the heart of the crankiest elder. And with no pressing matters at hand and no immediate duties to attend to, Silverblaze was almost looking forward to having some moments of simple relaxation.

Flicking his tail in greeting to a few more passing RiverClan cats, Silverblaze continued his steady pace until he reached the edge to the camp. Finding a bush that was away from the main bustling of the island, the silver tabby laid his body down upon a patch of sunlight, the warmth filling his body as his stomach brushed against the soft ground below. Casting one final glance at the activity in front of him, and seeing that no one was approaching him, the deputy curled his tail around his body as he lifted up a paw, beginning to clean his fur. A moment’s peace, the warming sun, and knowledge that his clan was safe from any danger at the moment, the silver tabby flicked his ears with happiness as his body relaxed. So far the season of newleaf was looking as if it was going to be a great one. StarClan had blessed them with plentiful prey, the streams were flowing clear and coolly, the lake shone and glittered like Silverpelt, and so far no danger out of the ordinary presented itself to RiverClan. Silverblaze was curious as to whether such good fortunes extended to the other clans, as he would likely find out in the next gathering, but he brushed aside such thoughts, and instead concentrated on his own clan. They were doing well, he was doing well, and so far the day was a gift from StarClan. Perhaps this day would truly be void of any problems, the only questions being to a cat where to sun one’s self, and when hunger outweighed the regret at having to get up and move to the fresh-kill pile.

[Tiny]

His claws ached and his shoulders burned as he tried as hard as he could to keep the fish in his mouth without falling into the water. He should have picked a better spot to fish, because the rock he was currently standing on was covered in water now and was becoming more slippery by the moment. Though no one was currently watching him, that he knew of, he preferred not returning to camp soaking wet. How would he answer the question of, "why are you soaking wet but not carrying any prey?" without saying he fell into the lake? He wasn't sure, and he really wasn't wanting to find out.

Using his remaining strength, he mustered up the effort and finally pulled the fish out of the water. His muscles flexed and you could see them under Flamestorm's orange fur. It was a medium sized fish, but it was more plump than most, and he got it with only getting his paws wet. Setting the fish gently on the ground he gave it a quick bite to finnish it off. Looking around, he took in his surroundings. The trees were out in full bloom for the newleaf weather. The grass was green with the recent rainfall. He even caught the slight scent of mouse on the breeze. If it hadn't seemed so far away, he might of tried to kill it.

Grabbing the fish, he headed back for camp. He hope Silverblaze or Wildstar hadn't needed him too much while he was gone. Though Silverblaze hadn't assigned him for any patrols today, he hoped the RiverClan deputy hadn't wanted him to go out hunting or something. Reaching the prey pile and having heard no cat call his name, he figured he hadn't been needed. He had even said hello to a few she-cats on the way into camp.

Looking around, he saw the RiverClan deputy, and his best friend relaxing in the sunlight off to the side of camp. He flicked his tail nonchalantly and headed off to his old friend. He flicked his tail flirtatiously at a nearby she-cat as he passed. Reaching his silver-furred friend, he dipped his head, "it's turning out to be a nice day isn't it?", he said with a small laugh.

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[Silver]

Silverblaze

It had only taken Silverblaze a few moments to complete his grooming, and with his paws tucked beneath his silver furred body the RiverClan deputy now simply lay in the sun, enjoying the inviting warmth of the dazzling rays and watching the activity of his clan before him. His pale blue eyes slowly flitted back and forth across the clearing, his tail swaying gently behind him as the tom let out another purr of content. Every heartbeat he spent seemed to wash away the weariness that had accumulated over the past few sunrises, as if the trials that he had grown somewhat accustom too since becoming the clans deputy were purged by the flood of sun and breeze that swept through the island camp. But whatever the cause, Silverblaze was almost feeling like a warrior again, as if the struggles and responsibility of being deputy were never placed on him, and that at any moment he could simply get up and go hunt by the river, run through the reeds of their territory, or sit on the lakes edge, marveling at its glittering surface and musing over the dealings of the other clans and of StarClan itself.

But even though such feelings seemed to appear in his mind for a moment, the silver tom could only shake his head slightly, his pointed ears dropping in mournful acceptance. Such days were gone, likely forever, and from now on every sunrise would be faced, not with the rushing freedom of his warrior or even apprentice days, but with the solemn reality that he had a duty, a duty that he was proud to fulfill, he would always serve the clan he loved and cared for so much with zeal, but a duty that at times seemed almost, encasing and restraining, and having become a deputy only several sunrises ago, Silverblaze was still getting used to the idea. But even as such thoughts crossed his mind for the briefest of moments, a rush of determination seemed to fill his heart. He should be honored to have been chosen by his clan to become their deputy, and even if he carried doubts about deserving such an honor, the silver tabby would still see to it that he would do the best job he could. And having such memories of the past, even if welcoming, would not put fresh-kill on the fresh-kill pile or protect RiverClan.

Glancing up from the paw-marked ground of the camp clearing, the tom moved his vision towards the entrance to the camp, and at that moment he spotted a familiar cat, the toms orange fur sharply contrasting against the leafy green that encompassed much of the island. Watching, Silverblaze saw his lifelong friend Flamestorm pad over and drop a decently sized fish on the fresh-kill pile, the silver tabby flicking his tail in approval. How could he want the moons of old when as deputy he had such hard working warriors, friends and companions who were willing to trust his judgment and stand by his side to protect RiverClan? As if this answered the doubts and questions that had surfaced, at least for the moment, Silverblaze shook away any lingering thoughts and lowered his head onto his paws, shutting his eyes tightly and letting the warmth of the sun bathe him in comfort.

Opening his eyes once more, the tom saw that Flamestorm was slowly making his way towards where the RiverClan deputy laid, his ginger fur burning in the penetrating rays of sunlight. Lifting up his head, the silver tabby watched the warrior approach, noticing with a slight narrowing of his eyes the noticeably flirtatious tail flick that Flamestorm tossed towards a passing she-cat. Waiting the several heartbeats it took for the ginger tabby to reach Silverblaze, the tom flicked his tail in greeting to his friend, watching as the warrior dipped his head and asked whether Silverblaze thought that it was turning out to be a nice day. ”Best one since leaf-bare ended,” the tom meowed, his eyes remaining narrowed as he gazed at Flamestorm, ”hopefully it stays, it could do the clan a lot of good.” Pulling his body off of the ground, Silverblaze lifted himself onto his paws, and giving his body a quick shake, turned to fully face his friend. ”Though I wonder if it’s just the weather you’re talking about,” the silver tabby added, his eyes flickering towards the she-cat that Flamestorm had “greeted”, watching her figure as she disappeared out of the camp entrance. Returning his attention back towards the ginger tabby, the RiverClan deputy made no further comments however. Flamestorm knew that Silverblaze didn’t exactly agree with his flirty tendency, but he wouldn’t press the point yet, not when faced with such a beautiful day. ”I see you’ve already been busy though,” Silverblaze purred warmly, ”that’s a pretty good catch you had there.”

[Tiny]

”Best one since leaf-bare ended, hopefully it stays, it could do the clan a lot of good.” Flamestorm nodded his head in agreement. He was old enough now to remember a couple of times when prey became scarce, even in the other Clans. He didn't like remembering back to those days, especially when today was such a good day. He caught the slightly narrowed eyes of his old friend's face and wondered what it was about. The RiverClan deputy and him had been friends since before they were even apprenticed, and the orange tom secretly admired how long their friendship had been upheld, even with the slight arguments over the stupidest of things.

He watched the silver tom get to his paws as he gave himself a shake. ”Though I wonder if it’s just the weather you’re talking about,” and his eyes followed to where the deputy's tail was pointing. The she-cat Flamestorm had flicked his tail in a greeting to while he was making his way over here. He was fully aware of the fact that Silverblaze didn't give his approval to the Flamestorm's flirtatious efforts towards the she-cats of RiverClan. "I don't know what else I could have been talking about." Flamestorm said with a slight chuckle.

”I see you’ve already been busy though, that’s a pretty good catch you had there.” Flamestorm gave a small smile at the compliment as he looked back at the prey pile. Thanks. We can't all lie around the camp all day long." He said jokingly. Though he meant it to be something to laugh about, he hoped the deputy didn't take it as an insult. And hunting without Silverblaze out as well, it gave Flamestorm the freedom to flirt with as many she-cats as he liked without getting critisized about it.

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[Silver]

Silverblaze

Silverblaze watched as Flamestorm nodded, agreeing to his words about the sunny and hopeful weather of that day. The two cats had been friends since they were kits, and both of them had heard the stories about the difficult days of the past the elders had faced when leaf-bare had stretched its paws past the time Greenleaf usually arrived. Prey had remained either dormant or pitiful in size, many cats of not only RiverClan but all the clans having to endure a continued time of low fresh-kill, which brought about weakness and sickness, the two of which combined were never good for a clan. They weren’t extremely young either, both had seen their fair share of moons, and while they wouldn’t be rambling and hissing like the elders any time soon, they had both faced their own share of hardships in previous seasons that had not gone so well, enduring times of hardship with their fellow RiverClan cats. But the tom quickly shook such thoughts from his mind, instead lifting his head up slightly to take in even more of the sun streaming down from the dazzling green canopy above them. Such memories were to be remembered another time, now it was time to simply enjoy the good weather, and it wouldn’t do anyone good if the bright sunlight and cooling breeze were replaced by the eclipsed shadow and chilling wind of painful memories.

The RiverClan deputy returned his pale blue eyes back towards the ginger tom before him, as he heard Flamestorm purr with laughter, stating innocently that he didn’t know what Silverblaze meant when the silver tabby accused his friend of having other things on his mind aside from the weather. Usually, the tom would have likely commented on Flamestorms nature and also likely have started a small argument, the topic of the ginger tabby’s flirting being one of if not the main topic the two of them truly disagreed on, though it did little to mar the long friendship they shared. But in light of the gleaming day, Silverblaze was quite light hearted, and wasn’t about the ruin the good mood the both of them seemed to share. Staring at his friend with narrowed eyes for just a heartbeat longer, the tom then let go of his gaze, flicking his dark silver tail in amusement towards Flamestorm. ”Mouse-brain,” the deputy purred, though he meant it in a friendly manner, his tone light and filled with slight laughter.

Silverblaze followed his friends’ movement as he glanced back towards the fresh-kill pile, the mound of food gleaming slightly as the light of the sun caught against the dull grey of the fish’s scales. It was already a decent size, and the darkness of moonrise was still some time off. It was indeed a testament to the fortunes they were having at the moment, and the RiverClan cat couldn’t help but have his tail swish slightly in happiness, being able to watch clan cats which had been skinny and ragged when the river froze during leaf-bare, cutting RiverClan from its most vital source of food, once again able to have free pick of the plumpest and largest fish among the pile and to be able to eat it contently, knowing that by next sunrise the fresh-kill pile would once again be filled. His gaze snapped back towards Flamestorm though as his erect ears caught the fellow cats next words. Silverblaze heard the light tone in the ginger tabby’s meow, and wasn’t exactly angry at his friend, they were close enough that the silver tabby’s usual attitude towards those questioning his abilities didn’t exist, but that didn’t mean the tom would take a comment like that from Flamestorm!

Turning his body fully towards the RiverClan warrior, Silverblaze cocked his head back, his eyes gleaming with amusement. ”Is that so?” he meowed, taking several paw-steps towards his friend, coming to stand at the ginger toms’ side. It was true, the silver tabby had enjoyed the small break in his duties as deputy that the day had provided, and with plenty of sun and enough breeze to cool one’s fur, all the better. Becoming deputy had definitely changed his life, the days of a warriors freedom, a time when you fought for your clan and hunted for it, but also a time when you could run with the wind in your fur and feel the earth beat with life against your paws without a worry in your mind, being gone forever, replaced by a constant fear and concern over the safety of your clan, and always striving to help it. True, this wasn’t much of a change in mindset from his warriors days, but it was a change, and sometimes the tom wondered if in the coming moons, when he would truly be tested as deputy, if he would be able to handle it, given all that had happened so far in the moons of his life, and what became out of it.

But good break or no, Silverblaze was ready to go now, the fiery gleam of his friends’ fur sparking a light within the toms’ heart. Not ready to go back towards his duties, he didn’t have any pressing matters until later in the day, but a different urge. It was an urge to even for a moment experience once again the freedom of a warrior, a feeling that the silver tabby had begun to miss. Lightly nudging Flamestorm with the side of his body, the RiverClan deputy peered at the warrior from his side. ”Then why don’t the two of us do a little “patrol” around the territory?”, Silverblaze asked, walking away from his friend slowly, before stopping and turning his head to look back, ”It’ll be just like old times.” Becoming deputy had not destroyed their friendship, but it did mean that they had less time together. But the day was perfect, the weather was shining, the clan was safe and well, and not a care seemed to cross Silverblaze’s mind. He was ready to feel the stiff reeds and waving grass against his fur, to smell the scent of the lake, and to hear the soothing songs of the birds. Flicking his tail towards the entrance to the camp, the silver tabby continued to look expectantly at Flamestorm, hoping that his friend would agree. It had been some time since they had been able to get out of camp, just the two of them, and maybe it was something like this, something that would tell him that becoming deputy hadn’t changed the way the clan saw him, at least how his friends saw him, that would do Silverblaze the most good that day.

[Tiny]

An insult that many would probably take as an actual insult, Flamestorm took it with no hard feelings as Silverblaze called him a mousebrain. It was one of the good things about having had a friend for so long, you each know when the other one is serious. And this, along with his gentle purring and calm air, was not a time when the RiverClan deputy was being serious. Normally, the ginger tom would have retaliated by calling his friend a harsher name. But, he thought better of it this time. It was too much of a nice day to be sitting around like kits calling each other mean names.

For only a second, Flamestorm wanted to put his words back in his mouth as Silverblaze's head jumped back to him. It slightly startled him so much as to make his tail twitch just a little bit out of sheer nervousness. But as soon as he saw the silver tabby's eyes, he knew almost instantly that the tom wasn't being serious. "Is that so?" Flamestorm actually denied the statement in his head. In all honesty, he was actually quite happy his friend was relaxing, even if for a few moments. He always worried that after becoming deputy, Silverblaze was doing too much. To Flamestorm, it tended to seem like he never took a break. Even though he was well aware of how much of a grueling task being a deputy was, it seemed like the silver tom worked himself a little too much.

At the even the slightest invitation at hunting with his old friend, the ginger tom was in. Though he wouldn't openly admit it, he did miss when the both of them could just hunt together just about whenever they pleased. Now it always seemed like the deputy always had something else he had to be doing, which most of the time he did. And sometimes, Flamestorm couldn't help but to miss his friend and the old days. "So long as you haven't lost your hunting skills, lying around camp tends to do that you know." Flamestorm laughed as he jumped up towards his friend, a new burst of energy coursing through him. The ginger tom made a beeline for the camp entrance. Normally, he would actually be the one to follow, but his paws were itching to get wet as he started in the direction of the river.

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[Silver]

Silverblaze

Silverblaze watched his friend with growing anticipation, barely keeping his paws still upon the ground. Flamestorm hadn’t responded yet, but with each heartbeat the silver tabby was growing more and more excited at the idea of being able to run around and hunt with his friend, the two of them roaming the breeze swept reeds and glittering forests of the RiverClan territory, much like they had done in moons past, when they were both apprentices, and especially when the two of them became warriors. Those were days that Silverblaze remembered with great fondness, when it seemed as if the whole of the world was open to the two cats. They had braved and passed the trials of being an apprentice, weathered the many sunrises spent cleaning out dens and fetching fresh moss, and many moonrises collapsing into their nests, barely able to limp through the den entrance, weary from the training session and the skills of a warrior they learned that day. In truth, even the moons they were apprentices, filled with bitter memories and grueling challenges, were memorable, also being filled with satisfaction at perfecting a fighting move, welcoming relief and a sense of accomplishment when every last fish in the stream was caught for their clan, (or so it seemed at least), and even the way one’s heart would leap when their paws were cleaned after the dreaded task of applying mousebile to the elders fur was done.

They had done all these things, together, but more so when they had passed proudly through their naming ceremonies, and now slept in the warriors den, among the very cats that they had looked up to and yearned to be for many, many sunrises! Of course they were still young and new warriors, but to Silverblaze at the time, becoming warriors was like unlocking the land, leaving the gate of opportunity wide for the friends. Only freedom and the wind rushing through their fur seemed to remain, and scarcely would Silverblaze at the time have believed his life would end up like it had. The RiverClan deputy knew in his heart those moons were gone forever, and things would never be as they were. But the thought that even for a moment, until moonrise came and the sky darkened around them, he could relieve those days, made him almost as excited as a newly apprenticed cat, ready to go out and explore the world with seemingly infinite energy. Silverblaze was snapped back into reality as he heard Flamestorm’s meow, and turning his head towards his friend, the deputy’s eyes widened and he purred in happiness when he heard the ginger toms reply, though he did narrow his eyes a heartbeat later. ”Lost my hunting skills? It’ll be just like it was when we were apprentices,” the silver tabby replied, pulling his body down in a hunters crouch, his tail happily swaying behind him, ”and I believe I was always the better hunter!” It wasn’t perfectly true, Flamestorm had many times brought the bigger fish, added the most to the fresh-kill pile, when they hunted as apprentices, a fact that had in the past caused great irritation to Silverblaze, which resulted in the tom standing next to the river for days on end, trying to hone his hunting skills and best his friend, (which also gained him several scolding’s from his mentor), but only when hedgehogs flew would Silverblaze let Flamestorm claim he was rusty at hunting!

Flamestorm suddenly jumped forward towards Silverblaze, a stray beam of sunlight from the swirling canopy above striking his friends fur as he did so, so that his body erupted into a gleaming fire, almost as if it mirrored the fire that was starting to grow within the silver tabby’s heart at the thought of spending some time with his friend, time that almost seemed as if it would never come since becoming deputy. The warrior ran right past the RiverClan deputy, a seemingly sudden burst of gleeful energy driving the tom forward. Leaping to his paws, Silverblaze rapidly turned around, his tail cutting through the air in excitement as he leapt after his friend, following after Flamestorm as the two of them raced towards the camp entrance. And for a moment, it seemed almost to Silverblaze as if he was in past. The thud of his paws against the hard ground of the camp, the rush of the breeze across his body, the way the sun flickered in their faces as they ran, how the cats around them would turn their heads and watch the pair with their eyes, some purring with amusement at the sight, others shaking their heads and returning to whatever task they had set for themselves, it was all familiar. The scene had played out a hundred times in the past, and thousands of times within the toms head. It was like they were warriors again, even apprentices, filled with a wild energy, going out into the unknown, not really knowing what they would find, nor caring, simply yearning for an adventure, an escape from the toils and hardships of clan life. His pale but gleaming blue eyes centering on Flamestorms backside, Silverblaze couldn’t help but purr with both happiness and amusement. For a moment they were not Silverblaze, the deputy of RiverClan, or Flamestorm, a warrior of RiverClan, but Silverpaw and Flamepaw, two eager apprentices ready to go out, learn and help their clan, but also to experience the world for what it was. And it seemed as if in that moment, Silverblaze was happier and more content than he had been in many moons, and it was looking as if this moonrise would set upon a beautiful day, both through the weather, through the peace and security that was wrapped around the clan he served as deputy, but also because it would end with Flamestorm, a cat and friend that he had come to respect and depend on through his life, and one that he had almost feared would not be able to share the same friendship they had in the past, a fear that was slowly ebbing away.

And together, like a bolt of fiery lightning and a gust of silvery wind, they ran through the camp entrance, and burst through to the open world beyond.

[Tiny]

It was just like his old friend. Claiming he was better at hunting then Flamestorm. The orange tabby radiated amusement, but kept his thoughts to himself. He would let the deputy keep his pride as he remembered the few times when, as an apprentice, Flamestorm had brought home more prey, or bigger prey. Something, that he knew, had driven Silverblaze crazy. Just like his friend, he too had pride, maybe too much at times. He would never admit though, that it felt rather nice knowing that he could out-do his clan mate at something, anything. And even though Flamestorm may have been the better hunter, Silverblaze had still become deputy. Something the orange tabby had always wanted but had yet to achieve.

Leading the way through the camp entrance, the tom could hear his friend chasing after him. He wasn't exactly sure where he was going, one of the many reasons he didn't like to lead things without having a predetermined destination. For a moment though, a memory came to him of the two toms hunting for the very first time by the river without their mentors. It was a momentous occasion in every cat's life to hunt for the first time without their mentor. At last he knew where he was going to go. To the part of the river where they hunted that day. The tom also remembered almost falling into the river while trying to kill a fish. He had lost his balance and then caught it again, only to have the fish slip out from between his jaws. It was incredibly embarrassing for him, but eventually everyone who knew about it had forgotten.

Reaching the spot that he had come to think about in this memory, he waited for his silver friend. Once he spotted him coming, he flicked his tail like a young apprentice, "Do you remember this spot?" he asked his friend. The orange tom even had the personality of a young apprentice again, at the thought of all these old memories. Excitement radiating off of him in waves, his tail flicking back and forth from all the excitement.

OOC- I hope I wasn't power-playing or anything too much at the end. I can redo it if you think I was.[/size]

[Silver]

Silverblaze

Silverblaze emerged from the camp entrance, bursting through the leafy entrance and out into the land that surrounded the RiverClan camp. Behind him the muffled meows of the other RiverClan cats and the sounds of clan activity quickly faded away, replaced only by the constant chattering of the breeze-swept leaves above them, the soothing bubbling of the nearby stream, and the thumping of the deputy’s paws against the soft ground beneath him as he ran on, his pace not slowing for even a moment as he followed the fiery form of his friend ahead. But even though the tom kept his eyes centered on Flamestorm for the most part, Silverblaze couldn’t help but glance ever so often to either side of him as he pelted through the green undergrowth of RiverClan territory. Thirty-three moons had passed since he was an apprentice, but still everything around him seemed the same as it was back then. The tree’s standing tall, reaching their gnarled fingers into the sky, their leaf-tipped boughs glowing brightly with a vibrant spectrum of green. The stream nearby, sparkling from the rays of the sun above, it’s surface slick and smooth as the water snaked its way through the round and moist stones of its banks. And of the sky itself, clear save for an occasional snow colored cloud, holding nothing but the occasional breeze and an infinite expanse of azure openness. To Silverblaze they might as well have been apprentices again, going out to hunt fresh-kill for their clan. The view around him was like that of his memory, and in some ways the deputy felt as if he was living in a dream at the moment, one that was seemingly long overdue from the nightmare he had so recently escaped from.

Such thoughts ran through Silverblaze’s mind as he continued to follow his friend, the two of them venturing further away from the camp with each passing heartbeat. The cat had not a single clue as to where Flamestorm was taking them, but the silver tabby trusted his friend. That, and simply running through the forest with a sense of rare freedom was enough to bring joy to Silverblaze’s heart, and though he was looking forward to spending the rest of the day with Flamestorm, he wouldn’t mind doing what they were doing the whole time. But after a few moments he spotted the ginger tom ahead, waiting for Silverblaze. Approaching his friend, the deputy slowed his pace when he saw the RiverClan warrior flick his tail excitedly, asking Silverblaze whether or not the tom remembered the spot they were standing in. Coming to a stop nearby, the silver tabby caught the sound of swiftly running water nearby, much louder than the stream that ran around the RiverClan camp. Lifting up his head the deputy glanced around, noticing that they were near the river that ran through RiverClan territory, and watching the pale blue waters rush by, it took only a few heartbeats for Silverblaze the realize where they were.

The tom turned his head towards Flamestorm, his dark silver tail swishing happily behind him and a soft purr escaping from his mouth. ”Of course I know this spot,” he replied, ”this is where we first hunted on our own, isn’t it?” The deputy knew the place immensely well, both from memory and experience. A clan cat hunted an uncountable amount of times during their life as an apprentice and especially as a warrior, but rarely did one forget the day in which they hunted on their own for the first time. Every young apprentice longed to hear the words that they could go hunt on their own, and once they did, it was a moment of pride, that they were one step closer to becoming a warrior. And it was in the spot in which they now stood that both Flamestorm and Silverblaze had hunted together without their mentors for the first time, and like the spot, the memory of that day was imprinted in the cat’s mind. Silverblaze had hunted at the spot many times, both as an apprentice following that first moment and later as a warrior, but even without those many sunrises of hunting at this particular section of the river, the tom had full confidence that he would have remembered the spot. Not only was it a great moment in his life, but a great moment for both him and Flamestorm as friends, since they had shared that first hunt together. And the silver tabby was very happy that the ginger tom had decided to bring them here, for with how the day was going so far, it seemed a perfect spot to be in.

Taking in the welcoming scents of the river and surrounding trees that were near them, Silverblaze turned his eyes once more towards Flamestorm, his gaze having drifted towards the river as he recalled all the memories that were attached to the spot they stood in. The tom was about to say something, when his ears immediately became erect as a wayward thought crossed his mind, and he remembered something about that particular day. A slight mrrow of laughter escaped Silverblaze, and the tom flicked his tail towards the river. ”Didn’t you almost fall in the river that day too?”, the silver tabby asked his ginger friend, his tone lighthearted as he remembered the event. Perhaps he was wrong, but the cat recalled that his friend had almost slipped into the river after catching a fish, losing the fish in the process and almost getting only a pair of wet paws for his efforts. Of course they had both returned to the camp with plenty of fresh-kill, but Silverblaze hadn’t let Flamestorm live down the near accident for quite some time, and though the deputy had forgotten about it for many moons, returning to this spot with the RiverClan warrior had brought the event back to his mind. Watching the ginger tom, his eyes sparkling with amusement, Silverblaze couldn’t help but thank StarClan for allowing such a day to happen. Even though they were away from the camp for only a short while, already the silver tom was feeling better than he had in moons, and it seemed as if things would only improve as time wore on.


OOC: Don't worry, your post was perfectly fine! I hope you don't mind having Silverblaze remember when Flamestorm almost fell into the river, I figured it would bring something interesting, but if you want me to change it I'd be completely fine with that! Also, I'm really sorry this is so horribly overdue! Dx