Originally Posted by Noire
Darling fluttered her eyelids constantly on the verge of sleeping or staying awake. It had been a long day. A long agonizing day. Like it was everyday for her. Today was different, however. She met kit. New company. Something that should bring her social situation to peace. Something warmed had pressed into her, and the she-cat brought her head up to see what--who it was. Her guard slightly lessened as she realized it was only Rex. Unconsciously, she curled her tail around the kit. If it was one thing Darling knew, it was that kits loved to cuddle. Though she wasn’t his mother by biological sense, she was still there for him. He was only a kit. This sudden thought kept reminding her of all the things that she would need to learn.
Hunting was one of them. Fighting was one of them. Navigation was one of them. Hunting was a skill she sucked at, being born into a kitty nest and loved by two-legs and treated as if she were their most prized possession. Fighting was another. She had to learn it for protection. She doubt that the kit would be able to fend for them at such a small age--though he was brave enough to think he can! Navigation was not something entirely she cared about. As long as Rex knew the way, she would be satisfied. But, what if she wasn’t around Rex? What if she got..lost? On second thought, learning where her surroundings are might be the best skill to know as well.
Darling let out a yawn, and she was ready to sleep until she heard the little rascal’s voice. The she-cat peered at him attentively, sighing loudly. ‘’Why can’t you just go to sleep, Rascal?’’ She mumbled, but settled herself down. She pulled her head up, keeping her fluffy tail wrapped around the kit. ‘’Let me think…’’ She sighed, deeply. Sleep was taking over her, and another yawn escaped her maw. ‘’Let me think...aha!’’ She smiled knowing exactly what type of story to tell the kit. Though he was probably used to clan stories--whatever those were.
Darling never were told stories before. She never been around her mother long before she was taken by her two-legs. Stories weren’t really her forte, nor was creativity. She lacked in that department, but she tried her best. As long as it got Rex to sleep, then everything was fine. ‘’There once...was this land. Where this large world you see now--was all one. Nothing was separated. Everything was together, and perhaps lived in peace. There cats...like us...more in different sizes and proportion, but they were there. They lived happily on this large mass of land known at the time as...Pangaea. But, there was always problems. Many of these happy cats were getting killed off constantly by the disheveled two-legs who wanted to lavish in their furs or eat their meat. Pretty savages, if you ask me.’’ Darling paused, taking a look down at the kit. Then, slowly she continued, ‘’Along with getting killed off, there were two feuding groups of cats who hated one another. It was simply because of the color of their fur. One was pure brown, a dusty type of brown while the other was pure white. Something like snow. And, one fateful day, one brown one and a white one met and…’’She paused once more, thinking of how to continue. She did not know where she was going with this story, only making it up as fast as she could before she found herself drowsing off. ‘’...fell in love. But as you can tell, they could not be together. After all, fur coloring mattered in that time. The brown one ran off to be with the white one, and they almost got away...but they didn’t. In fact as they were sent back to their original groups...the white one was killed. The white one committed a great crime, and was mauled by their group for not only falling in love with a brown cat, but also running off with them.’’ Was this story too dark for Rex? Darling had hoped not. After all, usually kits wanted to hear something...happy. And, the story she was telling, didn’t take an happy course, but she continued on anyway with a shallow gulp. ‘’After learning of the death of their lover, the brown one was furious. It was said that they were soooooooooooo furious that the earth matched their anger. A great earthquake happened, making the lands split apart and creating different types of oceans and lands. The group of cats no longer knew where they were, and Pangaea..was gone. It was unknown of what happened to the brown one--whether they lived happily forever or not. But, the end!’’ She finished, giving him a wide grin, showing off her small fangs. Though the story was rushed..and skippy in a way, she was certainly proud of herself for even using creativity to come up with such. ‘’Now, go to bed, Rascal.’’ She dreaded of what will happen once they awoke. Would he be hungry? Would there be trouble? Oh, she wasn’t ready for any of this, but her curiosity got the best of her.
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