Post by Hellion on Jul 23, 2018 22:07:33 GMT -5
Death doesn't discriminate
Between the sinners and the saints,
it takes and it takes and it takes
Between the sinners and the saints,
it takes and it takes and it takes
Tucked back into the threshold of the warrior's den, Sunnyheart stared at the nursery. He was technically an uncle but he hadn't made an effort to make his presence known. Sure he saw them when they were first born but not since. Unsure of so many things, Sunnyheart felt lost. Cloudyfeather was a mother, Galestorm seemed determined as ever to make LightingClan proud once she got her first apprentice. His little brother Niko, was out doing his own thing. Sunnyheart forced himself to be happy for his brother but there were nights he missed him to the point he'd sneak out of camp to try and find a scent trail. Anything to show that Niko missed him just as much.
Momentarily distracted by the thoughts of his siblings, Sunnyheart saw a fleeting glimpse of one of his sister's kits. He knew their names but they were so small when he first saw them he wasn't confident that he could say who was who. Flicking his tail Sunnyheart moved out of the warrior's den, he fully intended to go re-introduce himself to them but stopped only a tail length from the den.
What could he say? "Hi, I'm your uncle, sorry I didn't come around much. It's just kits scare me. You guys are so small I could step on you," Sunnyheart knew his inner monologue was stupid. He had no experience with kits. In theory, he could wait until they were older to talk to him, wait until they were closer to Larkflower's size. She was on the small side but not too small that he feared she'd get hurt when they hunted together or lounged around the camp on too hot days.
It was decided, he'd wait. They needed to get bigger. But somehow his heart wasn't accepting that choice. He wanted to know them but he'd hate himself forever if one of them got hurt while around him not to mention how painful it would be to see his sister sad. It was hard enough when their adoptive fathers died. He didn't want to hurt anyone he cared about. He wanted everyone safe.
Momentarily distracted by the thoughts of his siblings, Sunnyheart saw a fleeting glimpse of one of his sister's kits. He knew their names but they were so small when he first saw them he wasn't confident that he could say who was who. Flicking his tail Sunnyheart moved out of the warrior's den, he fully intended to go re-introduce himself to them but stopped only a tail length from the den.
What could he say? "Hi, I'm your uncle, sorry I didn't come around much. It's just kits scare me. You guys are so small I could step on you," Sunnyheart knew his inner monologue was stupid. He had no experience with kits. In theory, he could wait until they were older to talk to him, wait until they were closer to Larkflower's size. She was on the small side but not too small that he feared she'd get hurt when they hunted together or lounged around the camp on too hot days.
It was decided, he'd wait. They needed to get bigger. But somehow his heart wasn't accepting that choice. He wanted to know them but he'd hate himself forever if one of them got hurt while around him not to mention how painful it would be to see his sister sad. It was hard enough when their adoptive fathers died. He didn't want to hurt anyone he cared about. He wanted everyone safe.
Sunnyheart