a thorn in my side / OPEN TAGGED / active Jun 3, 2019 15:21:18 GMT -5
Post by ♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 on Jun 3, 2019 15:21:18 GMT -5
you're on fire
It was only the first morning of Greenleaf, and already the sun beat down on a parched landscape. Despite the beautiful weather, the atmosphere in NightClan camp was far from relaxed. Even Bramblekit, who was often so oblivious to such things, could sense the tension. Every NightClan warrior seemed to have their claws out at every rustle of the undergrowth or alarmed cry of a marsh bird. The excitement had been too much for the rather hyperactive Bramblekit, who had taken to wrestling roughly with her siblings or otherwise causing trouble around the camp.
In an attempt to keep the kits occupied, Batcry, one of the elders, was telling them a story. Of all cats, Batcry was likely the worst candidate for calming the kittens down. The ink-furred tom’s striking eyes gleamed with excitement as he recounted tales of past victories and triumphs in battles. Usually, Bramblekit would be interested in hearing about that time that he sent a TreeClan patrol screeching across the border, but not now. Now, she wasn’t just hearing about the adventures… She was part of them! At least she could be, if only she were three moons older. Her freckled paws itched to leave camp, to sneak off to the place where she had been told by Batcry that Blackwolf had been killed. Murdered by an evil TreeClan warrior. She wanted to see.
She threw a brief glance at her littermates, her own golden eyes gleaming with sly intent. While Batcry was busy demonstrating a battle move he once used on a rogue intruder, Bramblekit crept off towards the main clearing. The sun dazzled her as she eased out of the elder’s den, afraid that the dry grass would crackle under her paws and give her away. Her heart raced as she dashed across the camp towards the entrance, her grin growing wide as she imagined how fun it would be to get out of this stuffy camp and see something interesting. But before she could even get close to the entrance, a paw stood on her tail. She bumped her chin off the dry, cracked ground as she fell. “H-hey!” Bramblekit stammered, turning a small indignant glare on the cat that halted her. “I was only going to make dirt!”
you got that last dance look in your eyes
WORDs: 376 / tags: Ghost the Undead Goddess