In Every Lost Soul The Bones Of A Miracle [Bitternwing] Jan 25, 2016 19:00:43 GMT -5
Post by Zeneka on Jan 25, 2016 19:00:43 GMT -5
I wanna taste love and pain, wanna feel pride and shame...
Being assigned to a hunting patrol with his father was not entirely Rushwhisker's idea of a great time, but at least it was a hunting patrol rather than a border patrol. It's not that he hated his father, for that was something he didn't think he was capable of, and his father had never been cruel to him so there was no real reason to hate him, it was only that... he was everything that Rushwhisker himself might have become if he'd allowed it. He'd tried to reach out to the white furred tom on many occasions, to pull him back as he had been pulled back, but Whitewater simply... seemed content to dwell in his darkness. Whitewater had never been the easiest cat for him to get along with, but now he was completely beyond his reach.
He trudged along in the snow behind his father, who was breaking their way through and making it quite a lot easier for himself and their final patrol member, Bitternwing, to walk. He cast a glance back at the she-cat to see if she was doing all right. Tension seemed to hang in the air, and at first he had thought it was only because he and his father had become estranged, but looking at Bitternwing staring down at her paws made him wonder otherwise. He ran into Whitewater's backside while his head was still turned to regard Bitternwing.
Icy blue eyes turned to regard him coldly, “We'll split up here. Watch the trees, branches have been falling from the weight of the snow,” he turned to leave but paused to glance back at his kit, his tone dry and bitter, “Don't make me drag my own son back to camp, defeated by a tree.” With that he plodded off into the snow.
Rushwhisker's ears twitched and he sighed, watching him go, murmuring with some concern, “Don't make me drag you back either.” He turned to face Bitternwing, a concerned expression still on his face, “Are you all right? I don't know if I've ever seen a cat stare at their paws so much.” He gave her a soft, encouraging smile. He had no idea why she had seemed so distant on their little journey, but if she wanted to talk about it he was ready to listen.
I wanna live better days, never look back and say, “It could have been me.”