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Originally Posted by Nighty
@ moonfang
Beachkit laid there quietly, trying his hardest to block out the sounds of the medicine den. He shifted, the wrappings on his leg were bothering him. They were itchy and uncomfortable, and he really didn't like him. He wanted to scratch at it, tear off the wrappings, but Ebonyfrost and Scorchedpetak wouldn't be very happy at him. The young Abyssinian tried to roll over, with out bumping his sore leg. The sounds of cats somewhere in the den were penetrating his thoughts. He heard some words, it sounded like Aunt Aurora, but he wasn't sure. Then some other cat, they sounded.....in pain. He had no clue why, until he heard the last words 'Goodbye.....Auroraflame." His eyes flung open, wide with a panic. Death.
It lingered for what seemed like forever. He didn't want to look over there. He didn't want to see the cat die. He didn't want to see anything. He buried his head way far down in his mother's fur and slammed his paws over his ears. He didn't want to see. He didn't want to hear. He didn't want to know. Death, his mother had come so close to it. What if he thought about her death too much and it actually came true? He couldn't loose her. He might loose his father too, if his mother went. He couldn't live without both of them. He just couldn't. His chest rose and fell rather quickly, and in somewhat of a panic. The thought of loosing his parents was terrifying, especially after watching his mother come so close to crossing the line. He didn't want that, but it was all he could see when he closed his eyes. It was all he could think about when he stared at her. It seemed endless. |
Scorchedpetal had been resting, sleeping in the den. Still quite sore and hurt, a scar cutting through her neck now that was obvious it would not leave. She was dreaming of her family, them playing in the fields, having fun along the outer ridge of the clan, and then a dark creature came, and attacked them. Next thing she knew her four kits were dead and Cliffheart was screaming 'Look out'. She looked up, seeing the ice blue eyes of the figure, and as he darted for her she screamed. Darkness engulfed her, the screams of her kits and of Cliffheart in her ears, the sounds of the clan being attacked, it was all too real. Everything was just too real. Then, an unknown pressure was applied to her stomach, and it broke the dream.
She bolted her head upwards as she awoke from the dream, breathing heavily. By the calmness around her she knew her scream never escaped her dream. She felt something snuggling with her fur and looked down, seeing Beachkit. She smiled, and lifted her tail, letting it brush against him gently and lovingly. She wiped her dream from her eyes and replaced it with a motherly stare. She gave his head a few licks before looking up at Ebonyfrost.
"Good morning, dear." she said to her, dipping her head before looking out of the den. She heard the play of kits and apprentices, of warriors talking and gossiping. Elders sharing exaggerated stories and talking of the past. She missed it. She had been in the den for a while now, but now that her wounds were healed she hoped she would be able to go and see Cliffheart and her kits soon.
She then turned her attention to Beachkit.
"Good morning, little star." she whispered, smiling kindly at him. She curled her tail around him and groomed him, her tongue running gentle along his body.
"Did you sleep well?" she asked, a soft purr escaping her maw. She hoped he didn't notice her jumping up earlier like she did, or her heavy breathing. With a few more finishing licks she rose her head above him, looking down on him with a sweet, warm smile.
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Brooklyn Trees }