A Silent Vigil

It was a quiet night tonight. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting when she finally sat down in camp, finally a warrior, ready to do her vigil. Rustle- no Rustleflame- being here wasn’t one of them that’s for sure.

The tom had betrayed SnakeClan, betrayed the clans for the sake of one cat, and Flintstar let him and Darkmask, the other traitor, back in. Not many cats were happy about that, that's for sure. Her though?

Well...she was always an idealist. Maybe Rustleflame had changed for the better. Maybe the tom finally realized what he did when he went against the clan. How he broke their trust. How he hurt cats that did not deserve or needed to be hurt. And if he did? Well she couldn’t blame him anymore could she? He changed. That was enough.

It should be enough.

The molly shifted in her place, glancing at the other tom before looking up at the sky. She wondered if her parents and Lavendarkit were watching her from above. Were they proud of her? She did it, she made it past their deaths and into a warrior. Hopefully….one they were proud of.

She would never know that for sure.

Vixenfire came by and the older warrior said she was proud of her though. The orange molly had this look on her- like it was her own flesh and blood that made it to warriorhood, not a young orphaned kit that Vixenfire took care of who made it. And maybe, thats what made it possible for her to finally let go of any of that hesitance left.

She had given a huge smile towards her adopted mother, and she swore she saw Vixenfire crying tears of joy at the sight of her finally letting go the last of the denial of her family dying. It was time to move on.

Her thoughts once again trailed back over to her lost sister, Lavendarkit. She wonders how the purplish-grey molly would have done if she survived the plague… who would haven she gotten as a mentor…? Maybe...Snowheart? The former kittypet seemed like she would be a good mentor...though if she would be able to handle her sister would be the question. From what she remembered of Lavendarkit...the other was a bundle of joy and energy. Complete opposite of herself...though this was the herself that lost her whole family. If she hadn’t...maybe she would be similar to her sister…

What would Lavendarkit’s strengths be? Would she be a skilled hunter...or maybe a skilled fighter?

Fighter. Definitely Fighter. Lavendarkit had too much energy to be anything but a fighter. And like herself...Lavendarkit wasn’t exactly winning awards with her charisma back then. Lavendarkit probably would be really helpful during what is happening in the valley right now…

The amount of fights she had already had to go through...Lavendarkit would have been able to just breeze right through them, no sweat.

….StarClan she missed her sister. She wished the other was here...earning her name as well.

Lavendarkit would have a strong warrior name. Like Lavenderstrike or Lavendartalon.

A cry of an owl interrupted her thoughts, and she blinked as she as the swooping figure glide across the sky, clearly on a night hunt. Away from the camp thankfully.

Slight movement drew her eye, and she saw as a feather slowly floated downward in the wind, until it landed in front of Rustleflame. If that wasn’t a sign, she didn’t know what was. Her eyes trailed across the ground as the other found himself entranced by the feather, and she blinked in surprise when she noticed a bit of holly there, next to a bit of lavender.

A small thought entered her head, and the she-cat blinked. If that also wasn’t a sign that she had her sister’s approval well…

I get it Lavenderkit...you want me to stop fussing over you. You always had to be the protective one….

The sky was getting lighter...she was surprised at how quickly the night went by in the vigil. Well...as the dawn’s light peeks over the mountains...it was time for her to start her new life.

A life as a warrior.

…..But first some sleep...she was getting tired. And definitely pick up that lavender and holly...there...was something she wanted to do with it. Something she knew her sister would have liked and thought was cool.