- Username: dewly_noted
Cat Name: WindPaw
Gender: male
Rank: trainee
Age: 8 moons
Clan: BeachClan
Prompt:
When WindPaw closes his eyes he can taste what ReefClan must be like.
The gentle waves, all encompassing, like a blanket to the senses and mind. The endless depths and uncharted horizons. The gentle patterns the sunlight makes as it hits the surface of the ocean and splinters into a million pieces, casting a gentle glow upon every living thing.
Then there is the colours! Oh the colours, the reds, yellow and soft pastel purples. Hundreds of colours that you never see on dry land in the plants that litter the deeper waters. The fish that do not fear you and the great giants of the deep who turn their gaze upon each and every worthy cat and give the simplest smile of appreciation.
He hopes so desperately that he will live to be great enough that when he meets one of the giants of the deep they will give him that smile, that gentle loving smile that let's him know he wasn't just great- he was exceptional.
He's heard from MantaPaw and MackerelReef that the dead of ReefClan are watery, with a faint glow that shines delicately in the ocean. On their shoulders lie bouquets of flowers, the flowers they died with, a memory of all those who loved them always there. That's what he loves the most, he promises he will never miss a chance to give out a flower at a funeral.
The other thing he's heard from MantaPaw is the Pool of threes, the connection between ReefClan, StarClan and SpiritClan. MantaPaw never tells him as much as he wants to hear so he's had to use his imagination. He imagines that the Pool of threes is a deep dip into the ocean floor, hundreds of stones jutting out of a sandy floor, coral decorating any and everything. A council of elderly spirits from all their ancestors watching the pool, as a gentle beam of light shines upwards eternally into the stars. He imagines looking into the pool of threes and seeing his life flash by, all the could haves and maybes that never where but also somewhere else; happened to be. He imagines what it tastes like; herbs and honey, sweet yet bitter. He hopes that the Pool Of Threes isn't reserved for leaders and the spiritually inclined, he doesn't think he'd get to see it if it was the case.
WindPaw often wonders about what they do to spend the rest of their life. It would get boring after a while!
He imagines games played racing in the ocean currents, jetting through the ocean, feeling the water bristle through your whiskers! Playing tag with dolphins, swimming amongst the huge schools of tuna. Imagine that! Just one cat amongst a sea of huge fish, living in peace with them. Oh how he hopes ReefClan will let him do that.
You can always tell when WindPaw is thinking about their afterlife and everything he hopes it will be. He gets a faint smile and tilts his head as he looks into the ocean. Oh what a merry life it will be. There is only one thing he hopes for, one thing he prays for- one small thing.
That his family and friends be there with him. [539/800]