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xxxxxxSwanbreeze woke with a yawn, stretching both his fore, and hind-legs until they could go no more, accidentally pawing Littlepaw right smack in the maw in the process, his foot brushing against the soft, brindled fur on the apprentice's face. No more than a mere heartbeat later, the deputy could feel heat gathering upon his own two cheeks, though he knew their was no reason to be embarrassed, for the small tom was only his apprentice after all. And quite frankly, the tom couldn't have asked for a better apprentice than the small - well, not quite - tom lying less than a tail-lengths away, which made it so he could practically feel the warmth radiating off of his creamy pelt. If he hadn't mastered the ability of having a level-head, he probably would have murmured something along the lines of- If Littlepaw hadn't been sleeping so close to me, than I probably wouldn't have risked waking him, though of course, the words never came, not even making the slightest appearance in the grey-faced tom's mind. Instead, he sighed - though it wasn't an upset or irritated sigh - it was understanding, and full of utter, pure sympathy. Sometimes, Swanbreeze wondered whether or not anyone but himself would come to understand the young tom as much as he did, and at times, it was clear that Littlepaw pondered over the same thought. His heart was very fragile, easy to break, yet way too big for his body, easy for others to steal, shatter. Sky-blue orbs searching, shown luminous against the lack of light in the den, like two, full-moons pressed against the night sky, he took a moment to peer around the den. For a second, out of the corner of his eye, he could have sworn that he saw a flash of Littlepaw's eyes, staring directly at him, but when he closed his eyes for a less than half of a second, reopening them quickly, it looked as if his apprentice hadn't even moved a muscle. Leaning ever so slightly, just enough so his whiskers barely grazed his cheek, though brushing lightly against his ear, he whispered almost silently, audible to their ears only, "I think your eyes could use a some more sleep, Littlepaw." in a voice that held nothing but fatherly affection. Now, before Swanbreeze exited the den, his soft, cream-white paws making a pitter-patter noise across the earthy, den floor, he hesitated, his gaze resting on Littlepaw, however, this lasted for no more than a mere beat of the heart, his mindset quickly shifting elsewhere.
xxxxxxIt was only then, when his paw, touched the damp, dew-kissed grass of the world outside of the den, that he had recalled the events of the previous moons - why he was here, why they were all.. here - the expression plastered upon his previously, sleep-filled face rapidly shadowing once everything combined and formed into a sudden realization. It hadn't been their choice to move, it had been by force, a decision that wasn't their's to make. Pawfuls of moons spent traveling, nights never spent in the same nest, some nights spent without even the comfort of a nest. Painful, feverish, long periods of time spent moving from place to place, with hopeless, tired eyes, and heavy paws that urged to move no more, attached and fastened to the ground like ice on a thunderpath. Strangely, out of all the odds in the forest, somehow Swanbreeze, Dawnclan, had ended up here, face to face with another clan- Fogclan. A home accompanied to of some of the most mysterious, enigmatic clan-cats the deputy had ever laid his light, cerulean blue, watchful gaze upon. They walked with the scent of fog clinging to their pelts, a flame of unknown emotions and wonders growing in the depths of their unfathomable, wary eyes. A sensation, a mixture of fear and curiosity pulled, reached, and tugged at the edges of his heart. He couldn't ignore the feeling that had been resting inside of him since the moment he set foot in their camp, since the moment he had laid his aching body down to rest, since the moment he had shut his tired, overwhelmed eyes. Something, anything, definitely.. There had to be a matter that was unspecified or unknown, and it was most certainly off. Swanbreeze knew this, but, even though his profession in perception was at best, he could not pinpoint the meaning of the strange atmosphere, threatening to spill over in secrecy. However, Swanbreeze, the grey faced cat, the tom whom had left the only lands he had come to know - the lands that had been blanketed, consumed by singing hot flames, the lands that had been taken away from the very grasp of his paws, leaving him and all of the others no chance but to leave - Quiet as a fox at dawn, he would clasp his two, soft white paws around it, and open up the locked box of untold mysteries.
xxxxxxThat was his purpose after all, wasn't it? The natural ability to have a way of predicting someone's actions or words, just by reading their ever body language, and observing every single movement that they demonstrate. Starclan knows how many times Swanbreeze had focused on some-cat for just a few heartbeats, studying them closely with a for the most part, blank, though attentive expression painted upon his maw. Have they blinked one too many times? Has their expression altered in the blink of an eye? How does their stance appear to be.. The aspect in their two, emotion filled eyes. It did not take too much thought to piece together that this - his perceptiveness, the capability to see, hear, and become aware of something through using his senses - was - had to be one of the most critical reasons why Pansystar had chosen him to be her deputy. The grey-faced tom could not tug a single reasoning to why he had been chosen under the gaze of Starclan than that itself, and perhaps that was because what he thought had been truly, why Pansystar had been precise, and immediate with her selection. Without his extreme level of awareness, he would be nothing, unimportant. No more than a mere, watchful, silent cat with no words to share with anyone but himself. However, this did not matter to the tom, for the little, grey-faced deputy would have been perfectly content with any assigned position.
xxxxxxGentle like the ways of a swan, quiet as the whisper of a breeze.
xxxxxxA smooth, yet energetic, bright voice pulled Swanbreeze away from his thoughts, the tom, frozen like a statue, came back to reality in response, his expression evolving into surprise from the sudden confrontation. He immediately identified the molly to be Pansystar, as her scent, distinctly of new-leaf flowers and morning dew, an addition to her beautiful, creamed-tan fur, splashed with a charcoal-black that crept up the base of her back, and shadowed her face, could be of possession to no one other than the Dawnclan leader herself. "Hello, Swanbreeze." The she-cat mewed, a cheerful smile pressed against her maw, much like always. It was a very rare sight to see his leader upset, or better described, anything other than joyous. Without Pansystar's near constant positive vibe, Swanbreeze feared that all of his clan would be as dreadful as a long pelt soaked with rain. Swanbreeze sometimes wondered how some cat could stay so happy when everything they had loved had been stripped right from their grasp, for the leader had to cope with not only all the losses of her clan, but the responsibility and weaknesses that the disaster had to offer. Almost as if she had been unaffected by the disastrous fires, it had always been her voice that had brought light into the days - the days that they had been mindlessly traveling, hope depleting by the heartbeat - that had brought a shine into every cat's spirit. Pansystar had granted them hope, a will to keep moving their paws, and Swanbreeze would never be able to thank her enough for that. "I hope you had a decent rest." Pansystar, now pausing, Swanbreeze took this chance to dip his head in not only a response to her greeting, but in respect. The deputy held copious amounts of respect for his superior(s), and he refused to let it go unnoticed. In a hushed voice, he mewed, his voice nearly joining the ranks of a whisper, "Lovely to see you, Pansystar." If it had been a different day, a different time, the deputy would have brought up his concerns revolving around the clan. For the moment being, he kept these words to his thoughts. This sensation digging at my heart, I shall choose to ignore it, however, she must feel it as well. I am lead to believe that there is something off, something mysterious lurks in the shadows of this place. I am awestruck by it's beauty, and the generosity of these cats, but Starclan, is this occurrence, what it means for something to be too delightful to hold truth? She then continued, by acknowledging Swanbreeze's words with no more than a long, blink of an eye, before reopening them once more. And with this, a silent conclusion to her words, she then began to pad towards the direction of what Swanstar assumed to be the strange clan's leader's den, her long, cream-and-charcoal tail held high, her bright blue eyes sparkling with wonder. Dismissing his thoughts, Swanbreeze flicked his long, feather-like white tail, before shifting his eyes from Pansystar and setting his paws out ahead of him.