Post by Katara on Nov 29, 2020 23:14:24 GMT -5
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if i was born as a blackthorn tree
i'd wanna be held by you, felled by you
fuel the
Dusk was approaching by the time Clovermask was anywhere near the camp, and the kits were getting weak. She had carried them one-by-one away from the scene of their mother's death so they hadn't seen her body properly themselves, but after that she'd nudged them along and trailed after them slowly, for it took their little legs several steps to match one of hers. They didn't seem to mind the outing, at first, scampering ahead with plenty of energy, their fur fluffed out with excitement at this new adventure. She knew they could speak to each other, but she didn't remember a single thing from when she was only a moon old, so she thought it was unlikely they would remember any part of this in the coming moons. Still, it was important that Clovermask presented herself as a motherly figure now so the impression would be cemented in their young minds as time went on...
So, she spent a good part of the journey murmuring words of encouragement to keep them going, promising warm, feather-lined nests and milk at the end of it. But all three of the she-kits were exhausted now, barely managing to put one paw in front of the other, and they'd been complaining of sore pads from walking on the frosted forest floor. One of them, a golden-brown bengal who'd been so energetic before this, slumped over and didn't get back up, so Clovermask had sighed and picked her up. It wasn't far from the cave now, but she was starting to fear for lives other than her own for the first time. What if they couldn't make it that far? She didn't feel ashamed of killing Naomi, but she didn't want to have killed her for nothing either. On top of that, the forest had been quiet all day, telling her that the sunhigh patrol must have gone along the other border. If her hunch was right, the sunset patrol should be on its way near here soon.
She set down the she-kit she was carrying, and at the sound of her halt, the other two glanced behind them and sat down heavily. Clovermask frowned; it would be very difficult to convince them to get up and move again once they'd sat down, but her annoyance at that faded when she drew in a familiar scent nearby. "Stormripple!" she called out softly. Had she put him on the sunset patrol, or had he just gone out hunting? "Stormripple, I need your help!" she added more clearly. Other than Bluecloud, he was probably the perfect cat she could've come across just now. After all, many moons ago, he'd been in the same exact situation as these kits.
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if i was born as a blackthorn tree
i'd wanna be held by you, felled by you
fuel the
PYRE OF YOUR
enemies
enemies
clover
clovermask.
NIGHTCLAN DEPUTY // 51 MOONS
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So, she spent a good part of the journey murmuring words of encouragement to keep them going, promising warm, feather-lined nests and milk at the end of it. But all three of the she-kits were exhausted now, barely managing to put one paw in front of the other, and they'd been complaining of sore pads from walking on the frosted forest floor. One of them, a golden-brown bengal who'd been so energetic before this, slumped over and didn't get back up, so Clovermask had sighed and picked her up. It wasn't far from the cave now, but she was starting to fear for lives other than her own for the first time. What if they couldn't make it that far? She didn't feel ashamed of killing Naomi, but she didn't want to have killed her for nothing either. On top of that, the forest had been quiet all day, telling her that the sunhigh patrol must have gone along the other border. If her hunch was right, the sunset patrol should be on its way near here soon.
She set down the she-kit she was carrying, and at the sound of her halt, the other two glanced behind them and sat down heavily. Clovermask frowned; it would be very difficult to convince them to get up and move again once they'd sat down, but her annoyance at that faded when she drew in a familiar scent nearby. "Stormripple!" she called out softly. Had she put him on the sunset patrol, or had he just gone out hunting? "Stormripple, I need your help!" she added more clearly. Other than Bluecloud, he was probably the perfect cat she could've come across just now. After all, many moons ago, he'd been in the same exact situation as these kits.
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