Username: MutatedCry
Name: Echo of the Canyons (Canyonecho)
Gender: Male
Rank: Sentinel (warrior/guardian)
Clan: EndClan Song: Zephyrus - The Oh Hellos (couldn't find a lyric video, I'm really sorry)
Explanation:What do you find within the lines of
Distant suns
And their systems
Where I come up empty?He had always wanted to be better.
What of those painted songs of heroes
Or the moon
Herculean
Pulling a half of me?He wanted to be
stronger. He wanted to be like the legends of old, a great cat, able to stomp out wildfires with a paw, or to scare off a mountain lion with a single, powerful yowl. He wanted to become a legend, to bring honor and glory to his small Clan.
Are we not threaded by the same weave
Of the wind
Terra firma
And unparted sea?And maybe the ambition would've gotten to him, would've turned his heart from a genuine desire to protect and care for his Clan, into always wanting more, more,
more. Maybe he would've grown to overthrow their leader, or turned on those he believed made the Clan weaker, or perhaps he would've struck out on his own, to create a rival Clan to wipe his birth Clan out of existence. Perhaps. Perhaps.
Whether by accident or fortune
You and I
We are matter
And it mattersIf not for his two-moon long apprenticeship to the healers of the Clan, then maybe he would've lost sight of his ideas and morals. A cobweb pressed against an injured cat's flank. Manzanita leaves and sagebrush ground down to treat a stomach cold. Buckwheat to help treat a chronic illness. And looking into another cat's eyes, a weaker cat than him, staring at him with such fire in their eyes... why did he want to be strong? Why did he want to be powerful?
I want to spin something out of nothing
Lead to gold
Spring from winter
Story from moted skyDid he want to guide his Clan, to protect it? Or did he want to be it's downfall? Did he want to look this injured cat in the eyes and tell them, "I am worth more than you?"
I wanna help mother up an orchard
From a seed
Up through sapling
Daughter phoenix, riseNo, he didn't. He wanted to treat his Clan the way the healers tended to the garden growing around the stream trickling through their camp. Wanted to nurture them, to care for them with a tender paw, to plant seeds of hope within them and to help that seed to flourish. He wanted to watch his Clan continue on for generations more, leader after leader rising and falling, reborn again and again.
The way they encourage one another
To push high
Touch the sunlight
Against their tender leaves
They’ll be full-grown before you know it
And as I breathe
So does she
We are breathingHis Clan milled around him as he stopped, stock-still, within a crowd of fur and pelts. He watched as they interacted with one another, scouts challenging their leader to a race, healers sharing tongues with sentinels, scavengers wounding bits of scrap into apprentice's pelts to make them shimmer and gleam. He watched as the Watcher, the highest member of the Clan, let the kits pounce at their tail, encouraged their hunting crouch. They were all one being, one breathing creature, using the support of their fellow Clan member to help themselves grow higher and higher, reaching towards the sun.
So let me melt down like mountain glaciers
Break the bonds
I’ve been holding onto
Let ‘em soften meAnd so he left on his quest, to travel to the Stone Thorns and receive guidance from his ancestors. But maybe he knew before that. Knew what path his paws had been destined to walk. Even before he returned, he knew what his goal was meant to be.
Till every part that I am made of
Waters deep
To the roots
Of something greenerTo protect. To guide, to nurture. To help his Clan grow, not for glory's sake, but for
their sake.
To become a sentinel.
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