Morning thoughts

Thrashfire opened his eyes lazily taking in his surroundings. He was in camp, in his nest. Green eyes drifted over to his sleeping mate. Her chest rose and sank shallowly; her not-so subtle snoring filling his ears. It had gotten worse ever since the couple found out she was expecting kits. She smelt of roasted wood and roses, a scent he found himself loving more by each passing day.

Slowly, as to not disturb his precious mate the tom removed himself from his nest. Treading carefully, he climbed up the small incline towards the highrock. Dawn was just making itself known, welcoming everyone who resided in flourite plains to awaken. It was more often than not that he would rise earlier than his clanmates, it was in his nature.

"Oh, those days... I miss you, dear freedom." He murmered into the wind, eyes darkening. The poor tom had no idea that when he decided to join the clan to be with his one true love, his freedom would be revoked. Thrashfire-Formerly known as Thrash- looked down, remembering all those days he would be able to run wherever he pleased. No one worried nor cared if he'd be home. Then again, in those days he had no real home. Life as a rogue was lonely, yet Thrashfire missed it dearly.

Another pang passed thorughout his mind when he couldn't remember the last time he had left camp. Sure, he was in Shadeclan. A proud, brave warrior that would lie down his life for his clan. Yet, he was not treated as one. Instead, he was almost always kept inside camp unless it was to go down to the nearby shore with Wildstar. Having a leader as a mate was very troublesome, especially when she was as protective and insecure as the ginger she-cat. There was no doubt in anyone's mind that the couple loved each other with every single ounce of their hearts. It was almost sickening how sweetly they stared at each other. Two love-birds acting lovey-dovey always.

Freedom was the one thing that plauged the former rogue. He supposed he was selfish for thinking this way, he had five wonderful step-children and kits on the way. Wildstar, while she terrified him with both her temper and slight clingy behavior was his "one true love." He knew from the moment he found himself coming back to her, just to say "Hello" he was smitten. Dramatic as well as Traumatic instances continued to throw themselves at the pair constantly, yet they made it work.

Thrashfire stood, looking up to the pastel sky. The sun was finally making it's appearance, casting soft light over the land. The slightest of smiles appeared at the corners of the large tom's mouth. If it were to be between his family and freedom, he'd have to make the only reasonable choice.

His mate, kits, family and clan came first. No cat, no mourning over what used to be... Nothing could ever take him away from them. Only Starclan, and that was long to come.