Post by Phoenix on Oct 18, 2017 23:24:50 GMT -5
OspreyWinG
Word of his sister’s kitting spread through the clan like wildfire, and suddenly those who had never had reason to speak to him before were coming up to him, offering their congratulations as if he had done any of the work. He must be so proud, they gushed – he was an uncle! Only when they realized that their enthusiasm would not be returned with quite the same fervor did they begin to leave him alone, equal parts deflated and perplexed, but Ospreywing hardly cared. He thought the entire matter an entirely unnecessary addition to an already emotionally exhausting day. Sunrise had found him sitting at his usual post off to the edge of camp where he could easily keep watch over the two dens where the three most important she-cats in his life still slumbered peacefully. Just as he had been preparing to set out to hunt, a commotion in the nursery caught his attention, and the appearance of Dawnblossom and Sandpaw moments later told him all he needed to know.
He proceeded to spend a good portion of his day lingering around camp as if he wasn’t waiting for word of her safety and health.
Finally, it came, and freed from his self-appointed guard duty, he slunk away to the safety and solitude of StoneClan’s territory to release some of the tension in his nerves. Only when he leapt toward an unsuspecting mouse did he realize just how stressed he was. Kits… Never had he foreseen kits in his future – why would he want to bring more lives into a world that had so much pain and so little happiness? – and for some reason, he had never stopped to consider that Skunkspots might not share his opinion. If he was honest with himself, he was not quite sure how to feel about the new additions to her (and his, technically) family. Utterly dependent on others for care, they were so weak and helpless. So horribly vulnerable… And it was his job, he knew, to protect them. Suddenly, a peculiar feeling of panic set his heart racing, and he felt as though the solid ground beneath his paws was beginning to crumble. Skunkspots, Silverglade, Honeynose, and now these two new kits – how was he supposed keep them all safe? What would happen when LightningClan or RainClan or, StarClan forbid, both, attacked them again? With a jolt, he realized that he could not stand the thought of losing Silverglade any more than he could stand the thought of losing his sister, and he knew without needing to ask that his sister could never survive losing her kits.
Ospreywing had returned to camp with countless concerns and fears ringing in his head and a plump mouse in his jaws. A quick glance inside the nursery as he passed showed it miraculously empty but for a single she-cat and two newborn kits. The tuxedo tom paused, and after a long moment, he redirected his steps toward his only remaining blood relations. Hesitantly, he ducked into the den and quietly approached his sister, trying to pretend that a small part of him wasn’t relieved that the mouse in his mouth gave him a valid excuse for not having to talk on the way. Yellow eyes scanned her tired features before glancing down at the two small bundles of fur curled up against her side. He set the mouse down. And then, awkwardly: ”I thought you might be hungry.”
He proceeded to spend a good portion of his day lingering around camp as if he wasn’t waiting for word of her safety and health.
Finally, it came, and freed from his self-appointed guard duty, he slunk away to the safety and solitude of StoneClan’s territory to release some of the tension in his nerves. Only when he leapt toward an unsuspecting mouse did he realize just how stressed he was. Kits… Never had he foreseen kits in his future – why would he want to bring more lives into a world that had so much pain and so little happiness? – and for some reason, he had never stopped to consider that Skunkspots might not share his opinion. If he was honest with himself, he was not quite sure how to feel about the new additions to her (and his, technically) family. Utterly dependent on others for care, they were so weak and helpless. So horribly vulnerable… And it was his job, he knew, to protect them. Suddenly, a peculiar feeling of panic set his heart racing, and he felt as though the solid ground beneath his paws was beginning to crumble. Skunkspots, Silverglade, Honeynose, and now these two new kits – how was he supposed keep them all safe? What would happen when LightningClan or RainClan or, StarClan forbid, both, attacked them again? With a jolt, he realized that he could not stand the thought of losing Silverglade any more than he could stand the thought of losing his sister, and he knew without needing to ask that his sister could never survive losing her kits.
Ospreywing had returned to camp with countless concerns and fears ringing in his head and a plump mouse in his jaws. A quick glance inside the nursery as he passed showed it miraculously empty but for a single she-cat and two newborn kits. The tuxedo tom paused, and after a long moment, he redirected his steps toward his only remaining blood relations. Hesitantly, he ducked into the den and quietly approached his sister, trying to pretend that a small part of him wasn’t relieved that the mouse in his mouth gave him a valid excuse for not having to talk on the way. Yellow eyes scanned her tired features before glancing down at the two small bundles of fur curled up against her side. He set the mouse down. And then, awkwardly: ”I thought you might be hungry.”
I'm an angel with a shotgun fighting 'til the war's won
I don't care if heaven won't take me back
I don't care if heaven won't take me back
