[Amber]

Rabbitleap

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The call to evacuate had come with the entire Clan present. Immediately, cats rushed to gather with their families and loved ones. Rabbitleap only had two cats on his mind, and one was a warrior whom he was confident could take care of herself. It didn’t stop his eyes from seeking out the familiar black pelt, though. He could see Ravenfrost speaking to another she-cat, likely her sister, but all of their attention was focused on each other. Worry for them both twisted in his chest, but he had to trust they’d make it out safe. He had another matter to attend to.

Warm brown eyes cast about the camp, seeking out one lithe form. Once he spotted the grey-brown and white fur, Rabbitleap bunny-hopped over. “Ravenpaw!” he called when he drew near. Once wide yellow-green eyes were locked onto his, Rabbitleap dipped his head slightly. “Ravenpaw, I want you to stick with me, okay? Look, I know this is scary, but here, let’s go get all of your feathers. I’ll help you carry them.” Rabbitleap kept his voice gentle, trying to portray an air of calm even as fear rippled through the Clan. The tabby warrior led the way into the apprentices’ den, scenting out Ravenpaw’s nest. Gingerly, he began sifting through the moss, carefully extracting each precious feather and placing them in a pile to the side.

Once he was certain he’d grabbed the last feather, Rabbitleap turned to the slender apprentice. “Here. You carry this one,” he gently shifted the sleek black raven feather, Ravenpaw’s absolute favorite, towards him, “and I can carry these. Sounds good?” The spotted tabby warrior waited patiently for permission from the young cat before making any move to pick up the feathers. He knew they were precious to Ravenpaw, and didn’t want to intrude more than he already had by digging them from his nest. So he’d wait for permission before picking them up and leading the younger cat to the safety of the mountains.


♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

I'm never changing who I am

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RAVENPAW

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Open your eyes, choking on his breath.

<sub>[attr="class","raven-content"]The mottled brown tom felt his whiskers shake with disorientation. Evacuate? The camp? And go where? Flustered, he peered around desperately for a fixed point he could anchor his security to, a surety that would help keep him from falling apart. His collection! Fur spiking with dread, the thought of a single raven's feather most stark in his mind, he began to push through the crowd. Every pelt that brushed his was like fire. Nothing made sense. Voices bubbled around him, fearful and doubting, confused and angry. So many different voices, it seemed less like talk and more like the background humming of a hornet's nest. Leaving his home was terrifying in itself, but he could not abandon his feathers. And if he had to, he would not desert that one black feather, the one whose edges were soft from the periodic brush of a tender paw pad. His namesake, his feather, he would rather stay behind than lose it.

His ears twitched as the sound of purposeful paws approaching. He turned, wide-eyed, and saw it was Rabbitleap. He relaxed slightly. Ever since Rabbitleap had given him access to more feathers than just his one tiny raven's feather, the warrior had become a trusted figure in the Clan. The only tom asides from his brother that he depended on. Rabbitleap spoke gently, but he was so dazed and overwhelmed it was like trying to listen to him speak from beneath the surface of a river. Ravenpaw could make out his offer to assist with his feathers, though, and the tom's calm demeanour was the anchor that Ravenpaw had been looking for. He nodded shakily, his tail tip swishing back and forth agitatedly as they ran for the apprentice's den.

It was fortunate that Ravenpaw trusted Rabbitleap with the handling of his newfound assortment of quills and plumes. He would never have been able to carry them all himself. He watched as Rabbitleap reached under the moss of his nest to pry out his most precious feather of all; the raven's feather. Holding it in his mouth as though it were a lifeline, he nodded at Rabbitleap and felt his heart swell with gratitude for the brown tom's kindness. He followed behind him, frightened of where this unknown path would lead them.</sub>

You grimace, then smile.

381 words Amber

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