by [kat] » Sat Jul 11, 2020 6:30 am
Username (cs + site): lyttlekytten
Clans: VagaryClan, House Phantasmic
Name of the Clan your cat/group is going to: VagaryClan
Which cat/group are you trying out for: Ashfrost (Ashfall)
How will this cat/group fit into your Clan?:
The moons after JungleClan's fall were no less than debilitating to Ashfrost's state of mind and heart. A cat who had once been a powerful warrior, fearful of almost nothing, was slowly being reduced to a cat who jumped at shadows and cowered when a bird chirped harmlessly nearby. He hadn't realized just how he had depended on being part of a Clan, with others to take care of who also looked out for him in turn. Even though he knew his fears were mostly senseless and he could take care of himself, he felt vulnerable being on his own with nothing but the sun and moon for consistent company.
Walking through forests and across meadows seemed empty and sad without his friends by his side. Praying to StarClan after a hunt felt pointless- at this point, he wasn't sure if anyone was listening. These realizations frustrated him immensely, but the anger at his own uselessness did little to calm his newfound anxieties. He found himself growing thin and weary, loneliness gnawing at his bones and leaving him with almost no motivation to do anything. He was, in short, a broken cat.
And then, Ashfrost came across a forest. It was a pine forest much like the others he had already been through on his journey, so he thought nothing of it when he plodded in and settled under a fern for a nap. He quickly realized his mistake when three imposing figures surrounded the spot where his scrawny frame huddled, jeering at him and spitting insults. He barely cared enough to take their words to heart- he knew he was thin and weak, he knew he was just a miserable remnant of a failed Clan.
He could not, however, do anything to mask his fear when he was dragged from his hiding place by the scruff and dropped in the middle of the three cats, each with their claws out. He knew they were going to hurt him, maybe even kill him. This was the notion that finally laced his blood with fire- how dare they? He was a warrior, and warriors didn't cower or take insults from rogues.
To the rogues' surprise, Ashfrost drew himself up slowly, getting to his feet with a new rage in his eyes. It didn't take long for them to recover and resume laughing at him. He snarled, his voice raspy after not speaking for days, and told them they'd never know what being a true warrior felt like. And in his mind, he knew he would fight, even if it meant fighting until his end. He slid his claws out and waited for a move to be made.
Before the rogues had a chance to strike, a new patrol appeared, with cats more intimidating than the first. The leader, a fiery orange tabby, shoved two of the rogues aside with a powerful swipe and hissed at them, muscles rippling beneath his pelt. His companions, a black-and-white tom and an Abyssinian molly, circled Ashfrost's assailants, ears pinned back and sharp claws unsheathed. The rogues fled, understanding that they were overpowered, but not without a few more insults spat their way.
Ashfrost, who knew he should have been grateful, found himself still filled with anger. He was supposed to prove himself to his attackers, and instead he had been saved by a group of strangers as if he were a kit. Without a word he turned his back on them and stalked away, ignoring the confused murmurs behind him. After a few paces, though, he collapsed and felt his fury fade away. Instead, he sobbed. Loud, angry sobs that he hoped neither the rogues nor his rescuers could hear. Clearly the latter had indeed heard, because almost immediately he was surrounded by the three cats from before, gazing at him with concern and asking if he was okay. Ashfrost didn't want their pity, but at least understood that they were only trying to help. They introduced themselves as Blazethroat, Rumblecloud, and Briarthorn, and he told them his name in turn. They sat with him and listened kindly as he cried and told them his story. He wondered, with a tiny amount of hope, if this was his second chance.
The first few moons after Ashfrost- now Ashfall- joined VagaryClan were almost lonelier than his days spent journeying alone. He didn't talk much to the other cats, feeling like an outcast among those who were already friends. The VagaryClan members weren't sure how to approach him for fear of shattering his already fragile self esteem. But as time went on, one cat decided they weren't going to tolerate his seclusion anymore: Blazethroat, the one who had found him in the first place. He started inviting- forcing, really- Ashfall to join patrols and introduce himself to other cats. The lilac tom wasn't sure why the older warrior was helping him; it seemed like the other cats were a bit afraid of Blazethroat due to his naturally ill temperament. Blazethroat never offered an explanation, either- but truthfully, he never needed to.
It happened slowly, but Ashfall finally found his strength coming back to him, both physically and mentally. He let his heart open to the others and felt a weight being lifted from his shoulders. Finally he realized- there was no shame in not being able to do everything alone. And finally, he let himself be part of a Clan again.
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[kat] on Sat Jul 11, 2020 2:55 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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