(Open - English) In the name of love

The moon was tonight was clear as was the sky. The clouds had all faded away and made room for a bright and starry night. Soft grey paws carried her past the shore of the river, past the treeline. It was no secret that Nettlepaw her mood had improved considerably since she had received her new rank. She no longer had to do repetitive chores, nor did she have to listen to the whining of her siblings. If she was bored, felt stressed or thought the walls were coming towards her she could just do one simple thing. Go for outside, where she would then go for a walk or hunt, maybe walk past the borders to see if there was trouble. She held no illusion that she could actually take action against any sort of threat, but it was the idea that mattered. Swallowflight still had much to teach her. Defending herself and learning to survive didn’t exactly come naturally.

Nettlepaw stopped for a moment to gaze upon the moon upon a field of stars. She couldn’t help but think about her parents. In reality it was only two moons ago since she had her nightly outing where she had tried to communicate with them. Are they proud of me? She wondered, taking a seat between some ferns. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. With the forest in her back and the soft rushing of the river in front, the stars in the sky and the inner peace within Nettlepaw could determine that she was in fact happy. Happier than she had ever felt. She listened to the silence around her and began to focus on her breathing. She couldn’t say why but at this particular moment she remembered something she had heard a clanmate say when she was younger. If she ever felt like she needed a moment of peace, a moment to clear her head and sort out her thoughts, all she had to do was find a quiet place and concentrate on a steady pace of breathing. So far it seemed to be working. She could hear soft feet scuttling on the forest floor behind her. Bird feathers rustling in the tree’s above. The soft splash of a fish leaping out of the water. The whispering of the wind through grass. Nettlepaw hadn’t minded if she had to stay here for the entirety of evening, all the way until deep into the night.

She softly opened her eyes again when she heard a foreign noise. Her dark amber eyes looked for the source with mild curiosity. Would it be a clanmate? Would it be a riverclan cat from across the other side? Would it be someone entirely different?