Fear of Losing You [NC/TC War] Feb 19, 2020 10:25:58 GMT -5
Post by Bloodrose on Feb 19, 2020 10:25:58 GMT -5
It cut through the night air far more efficiently than any bitter cold, jolting the silver she-cat from any semblance of a restful sleep. Her heart leapt so violently into her throat that, as she scrambled clumsily to her paws, she wondered for a moment if she might throw up. Ice blue eyes were stretched wider than the full moon, pupils splayed wide in a desperate attempt to peer through the darkness and decipher what on earth was creating the caterwaul that woke her in the first place.
It was then that NightClan scent collided with her senses, nearly knocking her over with its intensity. They were here. Oh stars in Silverpelt above, NightClan was in their camp under cover of darkness. This alone would certainly unsettle even the fiercest of TreeClan warriors. But what she felt in that moment was so far passed something as insignificant as discomfort. It gripped her heart with such ferocity, she felt as though she could no longer breathe. Her chest refused to expand beneath its weight: she was certain she would drown.
“Mommy, what’s going on..?” A small, sleep-muffled voice whispered through the darkness.
It swathed her in its stench, dragging her toward a pit of despair she’d been continuously clawing her way out of for the last season and a half. And the reason for it had just murmured to her in a squeaky voice, laced with fear and exhaustion. She wasn’t some warrior asleep in the Warrior’s den any longer. She was a queen, the guardian of two precious lives she had birthed into this world. Two lives that had caused her imaginable confusion and self doubt, feelings she continued to war against every waking moment when she thought the words ‘I can’t do this’.
She would never be the Clan’s best mother. Her kit hood had been tainted, blurred into nothing so that most days she tried to forget who her mother had been. She didn’t know the answer to the world’s questions, didn’t know what each day would bring her in the alien world that was motherhood. But there was one thing she knew for certain, one undeniable fact she felt in the deepest depths of her soul.
She would die for these kits, without hesitation.
“Acornkit, Sagekit, you have to be quiet now. Up, out of your nests. Remember where you like to hide when Gorsetail plays hide and seek with you in the den on rainy days? I need you both to go there now, and don’t make a sound until mommy or daddy come find you, okay?”
Two pairs of eyes blinked up at her, uncertain, wary, but unwilling to question their mother when her voice was as tight and quiet as it was. Little paws carried them to the back of the den, where they wriggled themselves beneath a collection of unused bedding. Though it killed her inside to drag her eyes from where she’d seen her kits disappear, the silver queen forced herself to turn around, before pushing toward the den’s entrance.
Chaos had erupted. In the short time it had taken her to haul herself from her panic and hide her kits away in the back of the den, the camp had dissolved into war. Bodies collided with one another, screeches filling the air. Feathercloud knew she couldn’t let any NightClan warrior through the entrance of the den. Not while she still breathed. She didn’t know if she could win, but…
All she had to do was buy enough time, right?
She had little time to assess the situation, blue eyes failing to spot Gorsetail and Lionstar dealing with a NightClan cat somewhere between the elder’s den and the nursery, for a brown figure with bright golden eyes slipped into her view. NightClan scent pooled from the detached tom as he stared her down, before a cruel smile tugged at the edges of his maw.
“Well, well, well, what do you have hiding in there, little lady?” He sneered, causing the silver queen’s hackles to raise along her shoulders.
Despite Sablefoot’s taunt, Feathercloud wasn’t what most would call little. She was average size, with a height advantage on many simply due to her long legs. Not willing to let him get under her skin, the darker-patterned silvery she-cat widened her stance so she blocked the entrance of the nursery near completely, teeth bared in a snarl despite the hammering of her heart in her chest.
“You’ll find out over my dead body, NightClan filth.” She hissed, her feathery tail flicking to and fro as she prepared for an attack. She refused to initiate, for that would necessitate she step out of her guarding position. I just need to buy time.
“My pleasure.” Came the response, half a heartbeat before the brown tom sprang at her. The air was knocked out of her lungs when his bulkier frame hit hers, leaving the she-cat to roll to her paws a little unsteadily. Her shoulder stung slightly where teeth had snapped at her, but she hardly paid it any mind. The brown tom’s sharp eyes flicked about the den, obviously in search of something, but before he could do much of an assessment, the queen snarled as she launched herself at his legs, swiping them from under him in one swift movement. His distraction had been her saving grace, for he collapsed in momentary shock.
Locking her teeth into his scruff, the leaner she-cat willed all the strength she possessed to forcibly drag the blindsided tom back toward the entrance. She had no idea if this made sense, if she should be capable of this. All she knew was she had to do it. Had to get him out, away from her kits. Another heave dragged his head and shoulders clear of the nursery entrance, and as he shifted to try to find purchase on her, Feathercloud sunk her claws into his flank to haul him into the open. He snarled furiously, turning to sink his teeth into her foreleg. She yowled involuntarily, failing to see him right himself and leap again.
She hit the ground shoulder first, pinned beneath his weight. The queen had little room to move, barely managing to twist herself so she could kick at his stomach with her hind paws. Doing everything she could to simultaneously bury her claws into the soft skin of his underbelly and push her forepaws into his chest and throat in a desperate attempt to keep his jaws away from her throat, the tiring queen could do little else but toss an icy eyed glance into the darkness of the nursery. She had refused to let him enter. She’d made sure that so long as she was there, he would not set foot past the first nest in the confines of the nursery.
But as her bleeding foreleg throbbed, and her motherhood-softened body’s energy began to dwindle, she could feel those teeth get nearer. Warm breath burst over her features as she tilted her muzzle away, desperately attempting to sink away from the danger that advanced.
StarClan, please… Whatever happens to me, save them.