Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2021 22:54:59 GMT -5
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[attr="class","lost1"]Cranekit | RainClan
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[attr="class","mouths1"]With a quickness, their world was changing—that cave which had been her only home—for cats were leaving and not returning, and the walls echoed softer for the lack of voices to send off of them. The unified breathing of dozing cats that had so oft lulled her into fitful slumbers had faded, and with it her nursemaid, too, had gone. Gone away with naught else but solemn farewells—gone forever and gone, she thought, for good. Never to be seen again, never to be called upon, never to muss the fur between her ears in that distant and thoughtless way she had when she was so young and small and would nurse at her belly. And with her, many more had parted ways, and in their wake, still more followed until the cave was near empty and their days were more secluded and lonely.
Now their mornings, once crammed with the closeness of weary souls, were quiet and peaceful. To swat moss upon the cave floor no longer meant to go careening into the flank of someone else. But then that had always been the best part—without it, the games felt hollow and empty. Without those watchful eyes and strange faces upon her, she felt somehow lonely despite the closeness of her kin. Even with the Tribe, ever-present, ever-watchful, ever-extending of warmth and comfort, she felt as though a great piece was missing as if it had been yanked from beneath her very paws, so she had naught to set them upon.
She could not place it, but there was a terrible loneliness there, even if she was not, in truth, alone.
In silence, she mulled over her somber thoughts, laying inert upon her flank, her limbs extended, her paws braced against a bracken frame all woven in moss. Her claws worked in the soft green padding, and her thoughts raced with questions and wonderings and worries.
Where could they have gone?
Were they close by?
She thought on that, found she did not know and so wondered—Were they safe? Was Brinefang safe? Would she come back?
She had to come back.
She had to.
But even if she willed it, she knew it not to be true. Days had passed since their departure, and days had passed since last anyone had caught wind of them. She had even tried herself—she had stood near the cave mouth (or as close as she dared to get) and parted her jaws, so the wind brushed there and sang with the scents of the valley below, and yet, where on the first day she had smelt something, there was nothing to be noted the days after, and it was not long before the familiar mountain scents bogged down even those small lingrances she clung to so hopefully. Now she did not bother stirring to taste the wind for them come dawn; she knew they were not there and so did not bear to look, for to look and to come up empty was too painful a realization so early in the day, and she did not wish any more mourning upon herself.
But then, she was not Drakekit. She was not him—and as she heard him shifting and grumbling and fretting and growling, she knew that, whether she willed it or not, she would surely be roused, for he had never been one to give up. He had always been more dogged than she, more insistent, more adamant about claiming the world around them where she had been born weak and feeble and fickle to it. And so, she supposed, it was only fitting he had not given up yet—it was only fitting he would urge her from her lazing to try again, even if it was a futile effort and one they were both fully aware of. And of course she would allow it. There was never a time she didn't. Such was their way.
Quietly, reluctantly, she turned her head, blinked her eyes lazily as though she had just risen though she had been awake for some time. “Huh? What is it?” She asked, though, of course, she knew the answer by now—they both knew, for all their mischief surrounded the same thing.
Even if it were not possible—not, at least, for two kits newly weaned and greener than new-leaf buds.
“...but the Guards. They’ll catch us—just like last time,” she breathed, and she felt herself growing excited, for she saw the working of a plan in his mind and secretly willed the answer from him.
And she was pleased, for he did not disappoint her. Nodding, he motioned towards them, and her eyes followed eagerly. “They’re going to change Guards; I bet we can slip past them before they notice!”
And she felt a twinge of longing then, for she knew him to be right, and he, too, knew it was so.
What would be the harm in going? A small voice urged her. No one will know. And she swallowed then, her eyes round, her breathing slow but willful, for she desperately wanted to go.
And then there was really nothing for it. There was no turning him down—not when it all sounded so very reasonable. And so she did not, only leaned forward into his word; still, something stilled her and fastened her in place. She fell quiet; her voice was hushed as she glanced at Owlfrost with round and pondering eyes. “But... but what about Owlfrost? Shouldn’t we take her too? We... you know we’re not allowed to be out there—not by ourselves,” she said softly, and she was breathless for the words, for they thrilled her.
Even if it were dangerous, she did not fear such things.
Being out there amongst the mountains as Brinefang must be, following her trail through the wilderness to bring her back to the place she belonged... already she resolved herself to see it done, though she did not revoke her query, only watched him, waiting expectantly to hear what he might say.
Now their mornings, once crammed with the closeness of weary souls, were quiet and peaceful. To swat moss upon the cave floor no longer meant to go careening into the flank of someone else. But then that had always been the best part—without it, the games felt hollow and empty. Without those watchful eyes and strange faces upon her, she felt somehow lonely despite the closeness of her kin. Even with the Tribe, ever-present, ever-watchful, ever-extending of warmth and comfort, she felt as though a great piece was missing as if it had been yanked from beneath her very paws, so she had naught to set them upon.
She could not place it, but there was a terrible loneliness there, even if she was not, in truth, alone.
In silence, she mulled over her somber thoughts, laying inert upon her flank, her limbs extended, her paws braced against a bracken frame all woven in moss. Her claws worked in the soft green padding, and her thoughts raced with questions and wonderings and worries.
Where could they have gone?
Were they close by?
She thought on that, found she did not know and so wondered—Were they safe? Was Brinefang safe? Would she come back?
She had to come back.
She had to.
But even if she willed it, she knew it not to be true. Days had passed since their departure, and days had passed since last anyone had caught wind of them. She had even tried herself—she had stood near the cave mouth (or as close as she dared to get) and parted her jaws, so the wind brushed there and sang with the scents of the valley below, and yet, where on the first day she had smelt something, there was nothing to be noted the days after, and it was not long before the familiar mountain scents bogged down even those small lingrances she clung to so hopefully. Now she did not bother stirring to taste the wind for them come dawn; she knew they were not there and so did not bear to look, for to look and to come up empty was too painful a realization so early in the day, and she did not wish any more mourning upon herself.
But then, she was not Drakekit. She was not him—and as she heard him shifting and grumbling and fretting and growling, she knew that, whether she willed it or not, she would surely be roused, for he had never been one to give up. He had always been more dogged than she, more insistent, more adamant about claiming the world around them where she had been born weak and feeble and fickle to it. And so, she supposed, it was only fitting he had not given up yet—it was only fitting he would urge her from her lazing to try again, even if it was a futile effort and one they were both fully aware of. And of course she would allow it. There was never a time she didn't. Such was their way.
Cranekit listened to him shifting beside her, to the utterance of her name. “Cranekit. Cranekit, wake up,” and the words were softly hissed so as not to rouse Owlfrost with her.
Quietly, reluctantly, she turned her head, blinked her eyes lazily as though she had just risen though she had been awake for some time. “Huh? What is it?” She asked, though, of course, she knew the answer by now—they both knew, for all their mischief surrounded the same thing.
Even if it were not possible—not, at least, for two kits newly weaned and greener than new-leaf buds.
“Let’s go find Brinefang,” he mewed, and his eyes were alight with the conviction of his words. “We can ask her to come back to the cave!”
“...but the Guards. They’ll catch us—just like last time,” she breathed, and she felt herself growing excited, for she saw the working of a plan in his mind and secretly willed the answer from him.
And she was pleased, for he did not disappoint her. Nodding, he motioned towards them, and her eyes followed eagerly. “They’re going to change Guards; I bet we can slip past them before they notice!”
And she felt a twinge of longing then, for she knew him to be right, and he, too, knew it was so.
What would be the harm in going? A small voice urged her. No one will know. And she swallowed then, her eyes round, her breathing slow but willful, for she desperately wanted to go.
She only needed one last push—that was all—and Drakekit was there to give it. “Come on. We’ll go and get her and be back in time for breakfast!”
And then there was really nothing for it. There was no turning him down—not when it all sounded so very reasonable. And so she did not, only leaned forward into his word; still, something stilled her and fastened her in place. She fell quiet; her voice was hushed as she glanced at Owlfrost with round and pondering eyes. “But... but what about Owlfrost? Shouldn’t we take her too? We... you know we’re not allowed to be out there—not by ourselves,” she said softly, and she was breathless for the words, for they thrilled her.
Even if it were dangerous, she did not fear such things.
Being out there amongst the mountains as Brinefang must be, following her trail through the wilderness to bring her back to the place she belonged... already she resolved herself to see it done, though she did not revoke her query, only watched him, waiting expectantly to hear what he might say.
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