Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2019 5:10:57 GMT -5
Maplebrook
The silver tabby was alone, as she so often was in her life but today was different, after moons of grieving and general wallowing in her own self-loathing Maplebrook was taking the first steps in regaining her life. She may not be able to control the destination in her journey through life but she could control the path and up until now, it had been her own actions that had bought suffering into her life.
It was her that had chosen to stay in that tree trunk with a tom from another clan.She had been naive, thinking that he may have chosen her, or even their kits that had resulted from that fateful night but Starclan punished her, taking her kits before they had drawn first breath in the outside world. After that she had isolated herself from everyone in her grief.
She never gave a tom from her own clan a second look after that, afraid that they would turn out to be like Harestrike and bail when she needed them most. It was not true of course but moons of being alone took their toll on the young cat's happiness and before she knew it she was being named a senior warrior of her clan. Feeling old and alone she retreated from the clan as a whole, moving her nest to the far reaches of the den. Away from everyone else and hunting alone, despite warnings not to from Lionstar, since Demon liked to come down during Newleaf to hunt those strange hoofed animals that wandered Treeclan occasionally.
What was her life coming to, was it going to be like this until she became an elder and rejoined Starclan? No that was to... easy and Maplebrook knew better than most that life was far from simple. If only she could change, revive her life into doing what she had always wanted, go after with out fear of rejection holding her back. It was this spark of hope that drew her to the Great Maple, her namesake and caused her to think that climbing all the way to the top would help alleviate her doubts.
Instead, she had found herself stuck a little bit after halfway, dangling precariously from a branch that did not seem like it would hold her weight much longer. Maplebrook wasn't a big cat, instead she was small and agile, with a plume-like tail that made her resemble a grey striped squirrel with haunting emerald green eyes, but even then the branch crackled under her weight and if she did not get a grip on the trunk soon she would fall and despite being agile enough to land on her feet she did not feel like a visit to Falconstorm with a broken leg after falling out of a tree like an apprentice.
She was Maplebrook, a senior warrior of Treeclan, a cat who could climb before she could even open her eyes. However the loud snap that followed her second attempt at getting back to the relative safety of the tree's trunk made her pause and despite her dislike of the idea, call for help."Hello??? Someone help me, please??? Anyone??" She mewed loudly, the wind whistled in her ears and she closed her eyes in preparation of the long and most likely painful fall to the ground that she was no doubt about to experience.
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Tag anyone who feels like they might want to rescue her or have her fall on them for a bit of animosity, I am not fussed.
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