Weary

[*Sinister*Dreams*]

Nimblestar was aware of very much, owing to the fact that it was always in his nature to over read into things. Not a hair could move on a cats pelt without him judging its very means of existance, wondering at the hidden messages behind the fur.
And yet, if he had not gone through all of the evils he had done, he wouldn't be as well off as he was.

Every experience meant something in his composure, everything Snakebite had taught him led him further and further down the path he was headed. Nimblestar was a murderer, but he was not, in all essence of the word, cold-hearted.

And as he stared across the rouge border, feeling the chill of the morning air caress his heart, he wondered what had happened to bring him where he was today. Wondered how the clan would react when they saw Richages. Would they judge him, not knowing that if it weren't for him, they'd have no leader? Would they accept that he was not the same, and that often times, cats could change?

"Things can be different. Things can change."
Nimlestar whispered to the leaves, wondering if StarClan might hear him.
"But StarClan,do they accept me yet? Or is it only in battle that my loyalty is proved?"

[*~ForestWind~*]

His whiskers twitched as he watched from above, as the clan leader stared blankly ahead at the boarder. The tom didn't mean to follow Nimblestar, or even stalk him in the least. No. The sandy tabby had seen him wander away alone and wondered if he needed any help with a hunting patrol. But something stopped him from actually making contact. Glazepine wasn't sure what made him hold back, since it wasn't a choice of the mind. He just couldn't seem to get his body close enough to greet the other tom. Was it how Nimblestar seemed to be hiding something? How he might not be as loyal as the clan as some would think? Glazepine had no clue, but ending up following him. The tom didn't know much about Nimblestar before he was the leader, and the feeling was unsure about him being in charge of Mapleclan. Yet the things he heard about the larger male... wasn't good, and looked upon untrusting eyes. But Glazepine didn't like sticking to the rumors, and was going to make his own thoughts from what he sees.

After he had climbed up the tree above the leaders head so stealthily, he decided not to follow any longer. Yet the choice didn't truly work, since he ceased to continue. Glazepine's pelt pricked as a chill rolled down his spine. He didn't know what was going on in the slightest, but didn't feel comfortable with it either. Mixed emotions pulsed off of the tom below him, some which disturbed the striped male. A soft breeze seemed to blow away the leaders whispered words, and Glazepine strained his ears to hear it. He narrowed his green orbs with confusion. What can change? He continued to listen. He wanted to know what was going on so badly, but felt that he would be intruding in something personal if he did. Yet since his curiosity and impulsive behavior usually got the best of him, Glazepine let his claws release from the soft bark. His paws hit the ground silently right behind Nimblestar, and he let his eyes narrow to slits.

"What are you talking about?"

[*Sinister*Dreams*]

Nimblestar scented the presence of another of his clan, and on the laces of the scent he knew who it was. Most likely another who did not trust him...It was odd, what trust and loyalty did to ones scent. Very few cats out of MapleClan has the musky, rain-on-the-leaves scent that was Nimblestar's. The rest had a variation of the smell. Was it distrust that changed them? He thought so.
"Hello, Glazepine."

His voice was calm, tranquil, like the star to the nights sky that his namesake had become, the peacefulness of waking to the same land suns and suns in a row. Ere was the time when Nimblestar's voice itself did not know the serenity bought from a life of blood, turned good by heartache and loss. Such a life, calmed and treated over the years, had delivered a sense of learning to the tom.
"I was just wondering how long it would take...To prove that I am different. Changed."
He scoffed a bit. Changed by the death of his children, the shed of his blood, the coppery taste of the enemy wilting away at his teeth.
"I wonder on how few cats realize..."
Nimblestar continued facing the north border, ears flattened to his head.
"...That I am no worse than they are. Long ago, I killed a clancat. With friend, family, loved ones...They call this injust. Wrong. Slaughter. Betrayal. But when a rogue dies, it is just a game to them. Rogues are awful, mean! Why do they matter? Answer: Because they are alive. And yet...Equality is not right on it's own. If it were, we would all be mindless kits. So why is it that we fight for everyone to be the same, when that is what will kill us? We must accept change. It is in the trees, and the air, as StarClan says it is to be..."

And then suddenly, Nimblestar was laughing. Almost rolling.
"Wow. I sound like a prophet or something! C'mon kid, let's hunt something."
He chuckled, already racing off, stopping to turn around and wait. After all, he should let Glazepine speak for once.