This Is Home [Wormpaw] Aug 29, 2013 22:49:13 GMT -5
Post by Fate of Five Admin on Aug 29, 2013 22:49:13 GMT -5
Close your eyes, its easier that way...
It was a beautiful sunny day… if you weren’t Pink-kit. Huddled under a withering leafy plant of some sort, eyes closed, TreeClan’s albino kit took refuge from the sun that seared her pelt like fire when she stayed out in it for too long. She would have gone to the nursery for refuge but… Mistfur was in there. And besides, she didn’t WANT to go to the nursery. She wanted to be out with the other cats… but the sun hurt too much, both her pelt and her eyes. So from where she lay, paws tucked beneath her small white body, Pink-kit’s ears pricked forward, alert and listening to the sounds of the camp. She often found herself using her ears more than her eyes during the day, unless she was lucky enough to wake to an overcast sky. Sometimes she wished she couldn’t see at all, then maybe her eyes wouldn’t hurt so much.
She listened, observing through sound what was happening amongst her Clan and giving her eyes a rest from the harsh sunlight. She listened to two cats nearby settling down to share tongues and prey. They would murmur about the nice weather and good hunting before drifting off, having finished their meal. She remained where she was, still and quiet, rather amazing for one her age. She liked listening to the camp; everyone was so happy and friendly with each other. It was nothing like the nursery. She laid her head on the cool soil and sighed, content in her shady hiding spot. She was clearly visible to any cat who passed by, but she wasn’t hiding from her fellow cat.
Opening her eyes to slits, she looked out blearily upon the camp, wondering what she could possibly do for fun on such a sunny day. She rolled onto her back and closed her eyes again, reaching up blindly with her forepaws for the lowest overhanging leaf and batting at it a few times. She liked the rustly sound it made. It wasn’t too horribly dried out from leaf-fall yet, but it was still crinkly enough to make fun noises. She purred softly and gave the leaf a few more gentle whacks with a sheathed paw. She wished she had another cat to share these simple moments with. Bluekit was ever her friend and she loved her sister dearly for it, but she also didn’t want to hold her sister back from doing… normal kit things.... Normal kits were happy in the sunshine, loved to sunbathe, raced from the nursery with glee for their mothers allowed them out on such wondrous warm, dry days that posed no threat for catching cold or worse.
Pink-kit flopped to her side, disheartened by how she could not live like all the other kits. It seemed to her that she was always sick… something was wrong with her, she knew that to be true. But apparently the medicine cat couldn’t fix it. She would always be sick. She pried her vibrant pink eyes open and stared out at the camp for as long as she could bear before the brightness of the day’s sun caused them to water in pain and her vision went white and then black as she closed pale lids over them once more. She curled up with her head on her fluffy white tail and wished again that she could not see at all if it meant the pain would stop.
... We are home now, the sun won't hurt you anymore.