Post by neversky on Dec 1, 2018 22:53:37 GMT -5
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01. first snow feat. littlepetal |
[attr="class","hwayoungdia"] A small swirling breeze waltzed itself into the warriors den, pushing Littlepetal awake. The chill air bit at her nose and was icy on her ears, sending a shudder down her back. Her immediate response was to curl into a tighter ball, pulling her tail closer around the side of her face, feeling warmth spread back over her fur, but to no avail. She was already awake, she was just denying it. [break][break] Outside she could hear the faint conversations of her clanmates, shrill mews of kits and apprentices play-fighting and rolling around. The air around her smelled like ice, a bit humid but fresh. She squinted as she opened her eyes and saw nothing but bright white, but as they adjusted a vast powdery landscape had dusted the forest floor outside the den. The sun shined vibrantly in the sky but the cold still nipped at her nose, Littlepetal could practically feel her winter coat fluffing itself up. [break][break] She stretched her forelegs forward, her belly exposed to the cold, finally bringing all of her senses to their full awakened state. She could feel the pull of her muscles as she stretched her back legs, taking steps forward to exit the warmth of the warrior’s den and bathe herself in the bright white of the early afternoon. [break][break] Littlepetal’s paw wasn’t even completely submerged in frost when an icy slush slapped the side of her face, significantly dampening the fur around her eyes and on her neck. There was only one warrior stupid enough to ambush her right after waking up. The warrior shook her head to expel some of the snow from her head and turned a cold glare to her brother, Waspwing, who stood with an infuriatingly smug look on his face, paw suspended in the air and covered in powder. [break][break] “Real mature, Waspwing.” It took all of her might to not attack him outright. He was a thorn in her side, an older half-brother who acted no better than an apprentice while Littlepetal worked hard to overcome and rise above Waspwing’s lazy and disrespectful reputation. He, however, hadn’t changed since she was born, but Littlepetal found it easy to distance herself from him, embracing her warrior life by working hard while Waspwing denied all opportunities to make himself worthy of the warrior name he was given.[break][break] As her glare threw daggers in his direction Waspwing made no attempt to apologize and didn’t look the least bit sorry. Littlepetal knew he acted this way just to get to her. It worked. [break] “Don’t you have somewhere else to be?” The gray she-cat gritted her teeth and ran her foreleg across her eye to remove some more snow from her face. [break][break] “No way sis,” Waspwing started, approaching Littlepetal. “Everyone knows the first snow of the season is a vacation day.”[break][break] “Every day is a vacation for you, mouse-brain.” The she-cat pushed past her brother, forcibly knocking her shoulder in to Waspwing’s flank, making him stumble slightly. “Can’t you annoy someone else for once?” She began walking over to the fresh-kill pile, some of the prey releasing steam as the heat of their blood met the chilly leafbare air. To her annoyance, her bright orange brother followed behind. She could practically smell the ego radiating off his fur. She reached down and gripped a chickadee with her jaws, the limp bird dangled limply in her mouth and she turned to leave.[break][break] “Hey,” he started, catching up to her slightly rushed pace, “ Aren’t you supposed to feed the seniors before you feed yourself? Gosh, sis, I didn’t know you were so self-centered--”[break][break] “Oh my stars,” Littlepetal exclaimed, dropping the bird into the frost at her feet. Her teeth stained with blood, the warrior turned to face her brother and snarled, “will you please go occupy youself with something else? You are not only wasting my time but taking years off my life I can feel it.” [break][break] Her head was low and her ears flat, she could tell Waspwing was holding back every instinct to say something snarky unless he wanted to duke it out right in the middle of camp. She glowered at him for a couple seconds before he awkwardly pushed a chuckle from between his teeth. [break][break] “Alright,” He started, his voice raised in a defensive tone, “don’t make a scene baby sister.” [break][break] She held her stare for a moment more before slowly turning around and gripping the prey back in her mouth, heading towards the elder’s den like she was intending on doing in the first place. It’s a good thing Littlepetal practiced self control so often, it was really hard to keep her claws sheathed when he acted like a kit, as he often did. [break][break] As she offered breakfast to the elders they couldn’t help but comment on how tightly her jaw was clenched around the bird, her teeth made punctures like daggers into its flesh. [break][break] |
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