[[ Canonically takes place towards the end of his 36th moon. - - - The war was over: no more fighting. The war was over: no more fear. The war was over: no more excuses. What was a warrior to do with himself now? Abaloneplight paced up and down the shore, a dark blot against the star-strewn sky. He'd been doing a lot of this since he had heard of how the Cavern-Sea War had ended. Laws in both clans had been placed enforcing anti-trespassing policies. That was great! He wasn't ruminating over that; it was an ideal ending. The dying stopped and the cats who might trigger more had claws over their heads. What was troubling the warrior was all the time he had now. Going off to CavernClan was not only unnecessary, but counterproductive to the new peace. The trouble was, CavernClan patrols was Abaloneplight's main activity to pass time and - dare he admit it? - avoid others. Avoid others to avoid his awkwardness. Abaloneplight's tail lashed and his ears pinned back as the thought finally bubbled up. This wasn't working. The Cavern-Sea War had been the perfect excuse - quite urgent and very, very long. But if even the perfect excuse wasn't permanent... he needed something new. Perhaps... maybe, just maybe, Abaloneplight could try being more of a clanmate. Not just a warrior - not just a defense system, not just an agent of the stars - but a clanmate. The warrior paused and looked up at the heavens. The stars glittered down on him, same as always. Encouraging. Maybe... he could relax a little. Patrol with some other cats. Hang out with Koidash. Make some accessories. Drift in the waves. He could become more than a warrior: he could be a clanmate. - - - TLDR: Abaloneplight acknowledges how he used the Cavern-Sea War as an excuse to avoid his social awkwardness and resolves to relax and socialize more. - - - ** Writing by yours truly, @AuroraPrariealis ]]
