𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘴: 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺 (𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘒 2) (ROS)

𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘦

The skies were bright and blue. The clouds had the shapes of ripples and currents in the sky, resembling an ocean. The sun settled in the west mountains; the vibrant colors of warmth spread all over the sky like wildfire.

A tom cat with a ginger-brown pelt traveled in the secluded forest.  He was split from the other spirits. His big, powerful paws shook the earth with each step. His scarlet eyes resembled the red, dimming sun in the west.

He was massive, like a titan. Or whatever the Softpaws described him as. The darkness fabricated the skies. His soft hum made the winds move. His powerful strides of his colossal form terrified the new settlers, but what made him special was his gentle demeanor. His scarred, mangled look caught others off-guard.

When his legs were sore from walking, he made his way behind the mountains and turned the rocky biome into his makeshift bed. His grunts caused the ground to shake once more. He was tired. He needed rest. When he finally reached his domain. He lowered his body, his two front arms crossed each other, and he rested his head. His eyes closed slowly.

He expected the moon warrior to come and see him like always. The sunset warrior wanted to hear her voice, her melodies, and see the twinkling stars come out on display. She was very discreet. She rarely appears at daytime since she is rather busy with her own duties. He couldn't blame her. He had better things to do than to wait for a she-cat.

He dozes off, expecting to see her only in his dreams, until he heard a soft mew below the mountains. He raises his head, and he looks puzzled. What could that mewing be?

The warrior stretched his limbs and his paws. He wandered off to find the source of the mewing, which led him to believe a vulnerable cat was somewhere calling for his help. His giant figure towered the forest, creating the darkest night known to many cats. A small, cinnamon tortie kit, mewing as she lays beside a dead tom. He looked to be her father, who had blood all over him.

The sunset warrior lowered his head, staring at the tiny kit. His face softened, seeing her vulnerable in front of him. But there were voices of the SunClan spirits.

"Leave her be." A voice spoke in a snappy, authoritative tone. "This is her destiny. You have no right to intervene."

The warrior was hesitant, and the voices were demanding him to leave the kit... to die? That was horrid to even imagine. There was that feeling on incompleteness again.

He wanted to ignore and follow the rules of SunClan, but with that kit, for some reason, it only tempted him if he wanted to keep her and cherish her as his own. He was resisting the urge to groom her, clean her from the maggots crawling over her wounded fur.

When he moved his muzzle closer, the voices were screaming at him. "DON'T DO IT! THE DAMAGE WILL BE IRREVERSIBLE!"

He shook his head, trying to resist himself from ever taking this kit. The thought of leaving her to potentially die broke his heart. The warrior was conflicted on what to even do at this point.

The voices were starting to fade, and his mind betrayed SunClan. The desperate mews of the kit had won over his loyalty. He sighed and lowered his head to lick her fur. He heard something ringing. It was a name tag over her maroon-colored collar.

"Gabi." He spoke and ran his nose thoroughly to check on diseases and other parasites. She was fortunate that she didn't get anything harmful. "You are... adorable." The sunset warrior said. He continued to groom her. "Adorable." He repeated.

The kit's body relaxed when he cleaned her. She curled up below his large paw, nuzzling her body and treating him like a father. A father that she needed. He couldn't resist her. He softly wrapped his big jaws over the kit and went on his way. His tail lashed side by side when he walked off with the kit.

"My daughter." He muttered, holding her with love. "My daughter..."

Little did he know that this would be the first and last time he would ever ignore the words of SunClan.