Number of Cats: total: 08 ♂: 04 ♀: 04 | Next Mana Spirits Visit: post 5 | Mod: Kazin | Servings needed: 3 (next at 13 cats)Citrine's POV:
Citrine forced her pace to stay normal as she approached Snarler, but she was about to burst with excitement.
"Snarler, meet me in the ravine." She whispered to him. He nodded.
Snarler joined the molly in the shallow crack in the earth. The ravine had been their safe space. Where they could simply be alone.
Since Heron and Serpenti had declared them
fyrwith, the two had loved meeting down here to just talk.
"So," the
skaarth said. "What did you want to tell me?" He looked confused, and Citrine wondered why he hadn't yet guessed. But no matter.
"This morning i went to see Barley, because i thought i had a bellyache, but actually," she blurted out, unable to contain herself," i'm expecting tads!"
"Woah, slow down. I couldn't understand a thing you just said." He chuckled slightly. The young
thrynne took a breath to calm herself, then looked up at him, her eyes shining.
"Snarler," she said, her voice quiet and happy, "you're going to be a
viryn." The tom gasped, his eyes as wide as an harfynn's.
"Really? Citrine this is amazing!" He said, then suddenly gave her a concerned look. "Do you need any help walking back to camp? Fresh-kill? Soaked moss?" He pressed. She chuckled and flicked his ear playfully with the tip of her tail.
"So silly, i'm fine. But i appreciate your concern. Come on, let's get back to camp." She said. Then, tails twined, they walked home.
Heron's POV:
Heron blinked her eyes open and found herself in a familiar black world, with only a single shape beside her. It was a tom, with large wyvern wings. He padded up to her, and sat beside her.
hello, Heron. it spoke in her head.
i have been watching you. Your temple of hallows grows more powerful everyday. his eyes burned into her. She couldn't speak, the words stuck in her throat. He seemed to understand.
i know it sounds a little wierd, coming from a stranger, but i hope you do well in life. he turned and began to leave, but the tom must have remembered something, because he turned.
oh, and the other spirits are angry with your dawn. They blame you both. Please be careful. with that, the strange tom-spirit scurried off.
how odd, i wonder what's up with him. And where are the others? she thought to herself.
As if on cue, faintly at first, but growing louder, laughter could be heard. Maniacal and evil, it filled her ears, blotting out all other sounds. Then a voice spoke.
hello little kitty. it snarled. The rest snickered and snorted and cackled with laughter.
what brings you here? Come to ask us something? Like we don't give you enough already! it seemed to be enjoying itself.
Then another voice spoke over top of it.
yeah, what do you want! You stupid mortals always running around with your greed, just leave us be.make up your mind already!She was about to answer when she was cut off abruptly by paws made of glowing mist wrapping around her. They were dragging her, down, away, towards a deep darkness. She struggled with all her might.
She tried to scream by paws clamped her jaws shut, claws digging into her face. She flailed her legs, but there was no ground to find purchase against, and her wings were pinned tightly to her sides. She could do nothing as she was pulled into the darkness.
As she fell she watched her mother die. Her siblings starve. Her father being hit by the train. She was being chased by a dog. She fell over a cliff and broke her leg. She thought she was going to die. Starving and alone.
She kept falling.
Finally she felt the ground. But didn't get up. She merely lay there sobbing, until a single voice spoke in her head.
choose. it demanded.
"I-i can't!" She whimpered. Visions still flashed through her head. Her mother's glazed eyes. The screeching of a train passing, mingled with gurgling screams.
you waste our time, mortal. Choose. thinking quickly, but stuttering slightly, she gasped the first thing that came to mind.
"A candidate. Send me a candidate."
Suddenly, something scaly touched her shoulder. She jumped, expecting the worst, but it was the wyvern cat's wings.
it's okay, they left. You're okay. he soothed. She could tell, something about him was different. But was it real? Or was this some kind of emotional torture, worse than snakes and thorny tendrils?
you'll wake up soon. Just remember, you're okay. then everything faded, and she stood up.
She was in her den, and she shook the dust from her pelt. Serpenti was gone, probably hunting. She felt a little annoyed. After all, he had been the one to anger the mana spirits, not her. Why should she have to pay for his mistakes?
[i forgot to mention, but Barley brought x1 catnip, x2 cobwebs, x1 poppy seed and x1 honey with him]
[Serpenti, Snap and Snarler go hunting]
[Falcon and Heron go on patrol]
[Heron requests a candidate]
[Citrine is due to have tads in two moons]
[Cloud is due to have tads in two moons]
[the Temple of Hallows consumes x1 hleffris and x2 kippits]