I'm Not Ready [Minkfire's Homecoming] Mar 4, 2020 2:27:43 GMT -5
Post by Zeneka on Mar 4, 2020 2:27:43 GMT -5
The trek back to StoneClan territory felt like it took moons. After running from Tadpole, she found her paws on the path home without even realizing it. She missed her family. She missed her Clan; even if they were boring a lot of the time, at least they all took care of each other. She even missed the familiar borders, where some cat always knew where the best place to catch prey was, so no one ever went without a bite to eat for long. She tried to hunt on her way back, though she had no luck during the first day and ended up collapsing among the gnarled roots of a tree to sleep just so she wouldn’t have to feel hungry for a little while, heedless to how unprotected she was. The next day she caught a scent trail, but hunger clumsy paws gave her away before she could leap for her catch and she ended up curling up there in the open to sob her frustration into her own tail.
It was slow going through the snow, slower still because she had so very little energy between the cold and the hunger. It seemed she barely traveled far at all before she was completely exhausted and couldn’t force herself to go any farther. She even had a few moments of weakness where she missed Tadpole’s stupid warmth at her side. Good riddance. But it still stung to think about him, so she tried not to, focusing instead on the family that awaited her back at home. She would never leave them again. She hadn’t understood what she had, the constant support and love that had been there, that she had often spurned, that had never seemed like enough.
Finally warmth returned fleetingly to the valley, snow and ice melting, and she just barely managed to catch a mouse taking advantage of the good weather. She gulped it down nearly whole and had never been quite so thankful to StarClan before in her life. With a small burst of energy from the meal and renewed hope, she continued on. The melting snow made for muddy going, but she would take it to having to break through snow as tall as she was the entire way home. Mud clung to her pelt and seeped through her fur but she pushed on, ignoring the discomfort. She just wanted to be home.
When she finally stumbled upon the familiar scent markers the next day, a new energy flowed through her. She was so close. She had made it to StoneClan’s territory! She just had to make it back to camp, her family would be waiting, a good meal, a warm nest, love unconditional. She took off across familiar land, every muscle protesting, but she pushed through it. She was panting by the time the rock pile came into view, but she only pushed harder. She burst into camp, skidding to a halt, stumbling, hind legs trembled and collapsed beneath her, forcing her to sit abruptly. “I’m home…,” she announced to no cat in particular, catching her breath, caked in mud and trembling. Her pale blue gaze shifted over the familiar camp, searching for the faces of her family, “Hawkstar! Frozenrain! I’m home!”
Taxx Bloodrose Leaf-bare 26 - A dip in the temperature and a light snowfall adds to the snow already covering the ground, making the valley seem fresh and new again after yesterday's brief thaw.