[align=center][div style="width: 500px;font-size: 11pt;text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman; letter-spacing: -.2px;"]Aspenstar was the sort of cat to always rise with the sun, sometimes even before it. Ever since she was a kit, she was always the first to wake up out of her and her two brothers--and oh, how her mother loathed having to wake up every day at the ass crack of dawn. Albeit, ever since she became leader... Aspenstar's late nights became more numerous and the days she slept in became a bit more notable. She couldn't help it, not when there was so much that the clan needed to be done. She trusted her clan-mates, sure, but it was still her responsibility as leader to do as much as she could for the clan.
Then again, she had just recently lost her first life... Dying was an odd sensation, she noted, and seeing a faint, hardly-visible phantom replica of herself wandering around StarClan right before she was back to the realm of the living was... odd. It was just an overall different experience that she'd prefer not to talk about. Not for a while, at least, and definitely not until the odd feeling in her chest was gone. Sunspirit had ordered her on nest-rest until she was fully better, unwilling to risk the leader lose yet another life to something completely avoidable. The medicine cat probably wouldn't mind if she snuck out of her den, right? Nah, definitely not. She was the leader, after all, what was he gonna do? Get Fallowflight to sit on her? Yeah, right.
The golden she-cat slipped from her den as the sun began to climb toward its peak, the leader first poking her head out to make sure her medicine cat and deputy were nowhere near to yell at her for not resting. She had rested enough, seriously! Losing a life was nothin' to a leader, right? Surely, Sunspirit was off collecting herbs or something. Stepping completely out of the den, the ThunderClan leader shook out her pelt, groaning a bit when she realized there was a bit of itchiness irritating her skin. Great, she was going to start shedding her winter pelt soon. Sure, that meant vibrant summer colors and a thinner pelt meant to soak up the sun, but it also meant being miserable for a few days and practically begging for Sunspirit to give her something to relieve the itch.
The tip of her tail ticked back and forth as Aspenstar surveyed the camp, stretching lazily before turning and leaping to the top of Highrock. Not to make an announcement, StarClan no, to stretch out at its peak and soak up the best rays of sunlight in the whole camp. Her tail was hanging off the edge, swaying lazily with a force akin to the gentle early-spring breeze that occasionally drifted through camp, bringing with it the scent of new growth and new beginnings for the clans' territories.
Then again, she had just recently lost her first life... Dying was an odd sensation, she noted, and seeing a faint, hardly-visible phantom replica of herself wandering around StarClan right before she was back to the realm of the living was... odd. It was just an overall different experience that she'd prefer not to talk about. Not for a while, at least, and definitely not until the odd feeling in her chest was gone. Sunspirit had ordered her on nest-rest until she was fully better, unwilling to risk the leader lose yet another life to something completely avoidable. The medicine cat probably wouldn't mind if she snuck out of her den, right? Nah, definitely not. She was the leader, after all, what was he gonna do? Get Fallowflight to sit on her? Yeah, right.
The golden she-cat slipped from her den as the sun began to climb toward its peak, the leader first poking her head out to make sure her medicine cat and deputy were nowhere near to yell at her for not resting. She had rested enough, seriously! Losing a life was nothin' to a leader, right? Surely, Sunspirit was off collecting herbs or something. Stepping completely out of the den, the ThunderClan leader shook out her pelt, groaning a bit when she realized there was a bit of itchiness irritating her skin. Great, she was going to start shedding her winter pelt soon. Sure, that meant vibrant summer colors and a thinner pelt meant to soak up the sun, but it also meant being miserable for a few days and practically begging for Sunspirit to give her something to relieve the itch.
The tip of her tail ticked back and forth as Aspenstar surveyed the camp, stretching lazily before turning and leaping to the top of Highrock. Not to make an announcement, StarClan no, to stretch out at its peak and soak up the best rays of sunlight in the whole camp. Her tail was hanging off the edge, swaying lazily with a force akin to the gentle early-spring breeze that occasionally drifted through camp, bringing with it the scent of new growth and new beginnings for the clans' territories.