Great Expectations (DarkFrost Fam) Oct 21, 2020 22:53:28 GMT -5
Post by Ginger on Oct 21, 2020 22:53:28 GMT -5
nightclan warrior 41 moons
It had been a successful hunting patrol. Frostjaw himself was not much of a hunter, only able to catch things that required strength instead of stealth, but the cats accompanying him had brought back a bountiful harvest of kills for the clan. StarClan was rewarding NightClan for making some better decisions.
For one, the decision to instill Clovermask as deputy instead of the weak-willed Rainfur proved to be a good one. Frostjaw approved of the new deputy's cunning and charisma. And of course, power recognized power.
As the large tom entered camp holding a moderately sized bullfrog, he made his way towards the nursery. His progeny needed to be fed if they were to grow strong. If they were to lead this clan towards StarClan's light even after he joined the ranks of their ancestors in the sky.
These offspring were his legacy. They had to be perfect.
Poking his head into the nursery, Frostjaw saw four figures inside. His eyes glanced over each one, silently casting judgement.
Sootkit had shown the aggressive tendencies of her mother since the day she was born. She had been the first of the litter to get any of Darkstar's milk. Frostjaw looked approvingly at her as she appeared to be attempting to command the other kits to do her bidding. She lacked restraint, but Frostjaw knew he could make her exhibit it.
Wolfkit was a spectacle. He had taken after Frost in build, and even as a small kit, he was nearly the size of an apprentice. The fluff had to help a lot. He was quiet. Not in a meek way like that Breezewhisker, but in a way that implied he thought about what he said before saying it. There was great potential in him.
Icekit...Well. Icekit was small. Despite looking almost exactly like Frostjaw, her tiny frame said she would never amount to his strength. It hurt the tom to see his mirror image look so fragile. It was impermanent. He would find her strength and push her to exploit it. She would one day discover whatever purpose StarClan had for her and become emboldened and stronger with that knowledge. She had to.
Frostjaw didn't even want to look at Dawnkit. Dawnkit the disappointment. He had been so large when he came into the world. But as the moons went by, he grew little. He looked as if he had grown half a mouse-length in the three moons he had been around. Meanwhile, his siblings were nearly double his size. Even Icekit, who was small and frail, still looked as if she could take on Dawnkit and win. It was deeply disappointing. But Frostjaw understood that this was a challenge from StarClan. In each of these kits was his blood. StarClan's chosen blood. They all had a purpose. He just had to find out what it was.
And that journey for a purpose started now.
He dropped the bullfrog on the ground, announcing his presence. "StarClan has blessed us with a bountiful hunt today. Never forget to thank them."
He sat, eyeing the four kits. "Whoever can show me the best pounce can eat first. You will not eat until I am satisfied."
only in darkness can you see the stars