by albino polar bear » Fri Aug 16, 2019 10:37 am
★ star child ★ wrote:Username: ★ star child ★
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Prompt:
things can be... confusing, at times. there are small things that he remembers - he knows his leaders face, he knows his paws, he knows the snowy flatlands like he was born and raised here (though his clan insists that he was born south, like most of them. he can't remember a warm sun).
the healer isn't sure what to do with him. he can hunt, it seems, but sometimes figuring out the smells can be hard. his clan worry that he'll run into a fox instead of a rabbit one of these days.
(wasn't it a fox that brought this upon him? how could he forget? apparently he had.)
cloverstar is a little distant with him but they say she's like that with everyone. she comes to visit him sometimes, which is nice. she doesn't come to check on many cats. he doesn't know how he knows that.
he chose to be lemongrass. he remembers waking and peering into a melting pool to see those startling yellow eyes peering back, and had just decided. his name before had been whispered to him by one of the learning - summerheart, they had said. it was a nice name. it wasn't his.
cloverstar has told him he can return to normal duties soon when he has his bearings back. he doesn't know what that means but he trusts her.
they treat him with pity, some of them. others act as nothing has changed but he can see that it hurts them when he can't figure out how to respond. who are you again? are you pearnose or plumpaw? he still wants to know them, but it's hard when they remember someone who isn't him. at least, not anymore.
what happens now?
he stays here. it's his home. the healer calls him in again to see how he's doing, makes sure his symptoms aren't getting worse. the second-paw chats with him over a large rodent they caught today on patrol, makes sure he's feeling good.
he's happy with this. he knows things are missing but since he doesn't know what. he can't really bring himself to miss the missing parts.
what happens now?
he just keeps going, he supposes with a smile, settling more comfortably into his nest with a kitten - his kitten, they say, though his mate was killed in the same fight he was hurt in. he has a kid to care for. someone needs to be around to act as a role model, and he jokes that though cloverstar has raised two perfectly good kittens of her own, he wouldn't trust her not to ruin his little one's soft fur. she'd lick it coarse, you see.
things are different, sure, but not really for him. this is all he's ever known. these few short weeks are his whole life, and he isn't going to let it end now just because he has to restart. maybe it's a second chance, a blessing, or just bad luck. whatever it is, he doesn't mind.
[500/500]
I lived how you wrote this. It seemed well though out and it flowed together nicely.
Congratulations!