a scorpion stings when fighting back [shrikedark]
Oct 4, 2020 16:50:24 GMT -5
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Post by Phoenix on Oct 4, 2020 16:50:24 GMT -5
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Goodnight, Graypaw,” Shrikesong mewed quietly as the two stood in front of the apprentice’s den. A warm purr rose from deep within her chest as she touched her nose gently to the top of her daughter’s head, trying to find the reassurance in the soft contact and her familiar scent that would soothe her strained nerves. Graypaw was here; she was safe and whole, and her brother was asleep in his nest. They were back in TreeClan camp, away from Clovermask’s watchful green eyes. Everything was alright. Her family was okay.
For now.
Anxiety and fear, the two beasts that had haunted her for the entire night long after their green-eyed ringleader had left them in her wake, swelled suddenly within the TreeClan warrior, and her breath hitched before she tamped down on the flood. Hold it together, Shrikesong, She told herself firmly. Somehow she had managed to hide her racing heart and burning ire from her precious daughter while they were at StarClan’s Claws; it wouldn’t do to give everything away now just because they had made it home. You’ve almost made it. Forcing herself to step away from Graypaw, Shrikesong offered her a tired smile and nudged her toward the den. “You did well tonight. I’m proud of you,” She said, momentarily shoving aside her panic in an attempt to acknowledge the momentous occasion for what it was: her daughter’s first Gathering. “Sleep well, and we can tell your dad and brother all about it tomorrow morning.”
Perhaps not all about it, Shrikesong mentally amended her statement as she watched Graypaw disappear into the shadows of the apprentice’s den and turned away to her own nest, the smile falling from her face like a boulder crashing down a steep mountain slope. With the younger she-cat safely inside and away from her, the warrior finally let her simmering outrage at this utter catastrophe of a night boil over. Shrikesong was absolutely livid. Tail lashing and limbs trembling, she stalk over to the warriors den, stepping across splayed limbs and tails until she finally reached the slumbering form of her mate. Fear made her jab to his shoulder harsher than intended. “Darkstone,” She hissed by his ear, nudging him again. “We need to talk now.”
When he had joined her under the stars, blinking away the last vestiges of sleep from his eyes (green: so similar in shade yet not the same at all as another pair of green eyes), the bengal she-cat was pacing, no longer able to rein in the flames of her fury now that she had finally relaxed the leads. As the handsome tom approached, she whipped around and, without any preface, hissed at him, “Clovermask was at the Gathering. She was talking to Graypaw!” Her tail sliced jagged lines through the air behind her, and she turned to pace again. “I was keeping an eye on Graypaw, but I didn’t want to constantly be glued to her side during her first Gathering, and everything seemed ok, so I let her wander off by herself,” She explained in a single breath, berating herself for daring to relax in Clovermask’s presence. Shrikesong knew the NightClan she-cat – NightClan deputy – better than anyone; she should have known better. “And then I look over and there she is, talking with Clovermask, who, by the way--” Here she paused and pinned Darkstone with a sharp look, blue eyes blazing “—is the new fox-hearted deputy of NightClan.”
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REBORN AS THE
shrike
shrike
to your sharp
and glorious thorn
and glorious thorn
shrike
shrikesong.
TREECLAN WARRIOR // 60 MOONS
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For now.
Anxiety and fear, the two beasts that had haunted her for the entire night long after their green-eyed ringleader had left them in her wake, swelled suddenly within the TreeClan warrior, and her breath hitched before she tamped down on the flood. Hold it together, Shrikesong, She told herself firmly. Somehow she had managed to hide her racing heart and burning ire from her precious daughter while they were at StarClan’s Claws; it wouldn’t do to give everything away now just because they had made it home. You’ve almost made it. Forcing herself to step away from Graypaw, Shrikesong offered her a tired smile and nudged her toward the den. “You did well tonight. I’m proud of you,” She said, momentarily shoving aside her panic in an attempt to acknowledge the momentous occasion for what it was: her daughter’s first Gathering. “Sleep well, and we can tell your dad and brother all about it tomorrow morning.”
Perhaps not all about it, Shrikesong mentally amended her statement as she watched Graypaw disappear into the shadows of the apprentice’s den and turned away to her own nest, the smile falling from her face like a boulder crashing down a steep mountain slope. With the younger she-cat safely inside and away from her, the warrior finally let her simmering outrage at this utter catastrophe of a night boil over. Shrikesong was absolutely livid. Tail lashing and limbs trembling, she stalk over to the warriors den, stepping across splayed limbs and tails until she finally reached the slumbering form of her mate. Fear made her jab to his shoulder harsher than intended. “Darkstone,” She hissed by his ear, nudging him again. “We need to talk now.”
When he had joined her under the stars, blinking away the last vestiges of sleep from his eyes (green: so similar in shade yet not the same at all as another pair of green eyes), the bengal she-cat was pacing, no longer able to rein in the flames of her fury now that she had finally relaxed the leads. As the handsome tom approached, she whipped around and, without any preface, hissed at him, “Clovermask was at the Gathering. She was talking to Graypaw!” Her tail sliced jagged lines through the air behind her, and she turned to pace again. “I was keeping an eye on Graypaw, but I didn’t want to constantly be glued to her side during her first Gathering, and everything seemed ok, so I let her wander off by herself,” She explained in a single breath, berating herself for daring to relax in Clovermask’s presence. Shrikesong knew the NightClan she-cat – NightClan deputy – better than anyone; she should have known better. “And then I look over and there she is, talking with Clovermask, who, by the way--” Here she paused and pinned Darkstone with a sharp look, blue eyes blazing “—is the new fox-hearted deputy of NightClan.”
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