[graves]

Originally Posted by Duststorm

Acorn graciously accepted the nudge, giving an affectionate swat of the paw. He watched as Daypaw was lost in thought, his gaze drifting around the clearing as he observed his clanmates. Everyone seemed to be busy, nose-deep in their training or otherwise. Another brisk gust of air caused the trees to shake and Acornfall's pelt pull with the breeze. Fluffing out his fur once more, the elder was overtaken with a shudder. He certainly liked Leaf-fall, mostly due to the fact that he didn't overheat with his thick coat, but he could do without the wind. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, he startled upon hearing Daypaw's voice. He hadn't even seen the other walk alone, let alone return with a ball of moss in their mouth.

"Daypaw, I wanted to train be a warrior, not a kit." He teased, his face illuminated with humor. He deeply respected Daypaw, so he knew that they were onto something. It'd been a long time since he'd played with moss that wasn't in his nest. Nodding his head, Acornfall padded forward and took the moss into his jaws, carefully tracing back to his previous spot. Dropping the moss at his paws, he directed his attention back onto the other. "Ok so, how is this going to work? I just try and keep it away from you?"

¨you act like a kit sometimes, but that besides the point,¨ they mewed playfully,¨its not for play, but for your reflexes and movement.¨ they looked around the clearing, searching and soon finding a queen out with her kits in the clearing, of course, playing moss ball. ¨kits play with these all the time, but they are doing more then that. they are learning how to move quickly, using quick movements to protect what is theirs and basic hunting movements. its more then just a game.¨ they explained, looking back towards acornfall,¨yes, try to keep it away from me. ready to begin when you are.¨


@fenic!
daydream hadnt spoken to their mother in ages, having cut her off a long time ago. there were a lot of reasons why honestly. as a kit, the only thing they could remember were their nightmares. they were alone, given no real comfort from their family. they mainly focused on their fathers death, instead. it hurt, it really did, to see things beyond a normal cats comprehension and to deal with it alone. it was scary but right now, they needed someone to lean on. they felt like they had lost everything. they had lost their best friend, cricketpaw, they only molly that had ever looked past daydreams grumpy exterior and pushed beyond that. she had been so kind to them, and even saved their life. she was gone. the molly that had taken them under her wing and called them her own, geckoleaf, was now gone. she too had saved their life, breath air into their lungs when it was full of water and desperation. she was the closets thing to a mother daydream felt like they ever had. they had lost her too.

they had nightpaw and acornfall, sure, but it wasnt the same. it wasnt the same, and it never would be. it stung, they wanted to cry. and the only cat that they knew would truly listen, were their birth mother, Marigoldfur. so here they were, padding up to her in the clearing. they shook as they walked. they had acted so tough, yet with this, they felt weak. they felt everything and nothing at the same time. they wanted to yowl in a cry and vent and let everything out, yet the air was silent. amber eyes stared hesitantly at her from across the clearing now. they took a step, then another. they gulped loudly,¨mother?¨