Blindsided [Potat, Open] Dec 24, 2013 23:22:04 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2013 23:22:04 GMT -5
The kitten with half a face had been in the confines of the NightClan nursery for most of her five moons, but her memories of the attack that landed her here were still vivid in her mind. Her mother, two brothers, and her father were all killed at the paws of the lynx, whom she had learned went by the title of 'Demon'. Her father, Moss, before succumbing to his injuries, had carried her here, into the safety to the Clans. He had died shortly after their arrival, leaving little Flare alone. She was still a loner, though she had been partly welcomed by the Clan, and she had learned that the code of the Clan's dictated that they should help any and all kits in need, regardless of who they were. It was a blessing, for now, but what would happen once they decided she was no longer young enough to be considered a kit?
She didn't want to think about it. The marbled brown she-kit rose from her nest in the nursery, testing out her legs. With great care, she stepped forward, a bit shakily. Having lost the right side of her face, including her eye, it had been a challenge to overcome the fear that came with her lack of sight. She found herself constantly swiveling her head to the right, becoming almost paranoid that something or someone would sneak up on her. So carefully, Flare made her way from the medicine cat's den and into the main area of the camp.
In the middle of the day, there was a fair amount of activity, from a group of warriors heading out on a sunhigh patrol, to a few cats paired off sharing meals and tongues, apprentices brushing up on their hunting crouches, to a few kits playing just outside the nursery. Flare allowed a small smile as she watched the Clan, an ache in her heart. She missed the family she had, however small, and envied the closeness of the cats in the Clan. They were like one big, extended family, and Flare wished she could feel that familial connection again.
With a sigh, the young cat lowered herself to her haunches, pale green eyes constantly scanning the area around her, habitually glancing over to her right. Her ears were on high alert as well. Flare was using every resource she had to make sure she wouldn't be blindsided.