Complicated Simplicity [Rainefrost]

[Fernear!]

Ah, the sweet caress of Newleaf scents; the genuine gardens spotted throughout the land handing out warm welcomings to those who pass by their yards, the delicate blossoms and blooming buds on the trees and bushes, and the never ending ivory sea whose tides reside above our heads. Beams of sunlight broke through the mildly lush canopies creating a thing of beauty. A grey figure walked blithely between these flowerbeds and beams, her eyes glowing just as passionately as the sun shon, their blue pigment as deep as the lake but as warm as a forest ablaze. Each step was placed gingerly, as if she were walking on fragile ornaments.

Stress was put behind her, clanly doings were put behind, clanly thoughts forgotten entirely. This moment was to be perfect, not damaged in any way. Young field mice dashed into their den as she passed, the she-cat did intend to hunt at some point today but again, this moment was her own to mold and decorate. Fernstar was heading to her most beloved spot, a place perhaps but more so a land mark. It was an oak tree, dead but still had spirits holding residency. She let out a prolonged sigh, it had been what? Nearly twenty-six moons since she had met Rainefrost, and now she was returning to a tree they had passed on their first walk together. Its significance was vague but grand indeed.

Time had crawled up on Fernstar and hit her like a loosened stone from her den's roof. She would be over forty moons this moon. She had no reason to feel down-hearted but rather she felt happy for her elongating life. She was becoming more experienced and wise, at least, she liked to believe it so; and in turn, some say she is. Nevertheless her mind thrived in youthful fancies and thoughts, while it reveled at the complicated simplicity of love. Lately her paws had drawn a path to places that inspired her heart and soothed its new anxiety. Places like the homely oak forest, the numerous puzzles of briar and the sun tanned rocks of ThunderClan's camp tipped her heart into a quick-paced heart beat; the exact sound and feeling now drowning out all other thoughts except for her movements and memories.

Why must all things stay concealed? She thought amongst her rampaging thoughts.

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