by Duskshine » Mon Mar 28, 2016 4:26 pm
((Sorry for inactivity- I just left all my characters hanging in camp. On mobile, so formatting is tedious))
Dawnpaw, having left her reasonable catch on the pile, slipped over to the apprentices' den and rolled onto her back, an introspective look on her face and her eyes glazed over as she thought about what a lack of change really meant. She remembered her earliest days as vague memories of swim-walking through freezing-cold white stuff- snow, she thought- and how her mother and brother had mysteriously vanished from her life- well, it was a mystery to her anyway- and eventually got right down to the question of whether or not the eternal state of undying unchanging sunny days was a good thing or not. On the surface, she supposed so, but the lack of change, the lack of hardships, the generally soft but strictly regulated life- or at least she felt it was strictly regulated- felt, felt-
What was that word?
Stultifying.
Eagleheart and Shadowpatch had been talking in hushed tones for several heartbeats, before parting. Eagleheart contemplated his daughter during a pause in their conversation, then turned to Shadowpatch and hissed something seriously. Shadowpatch sighed, but nodded, then padded off. Eagleheart remained in the secluded corner of camp, taking the opportunity to give himself a thorough washing.
Shadowpatch trotted across the clearing on his way to talk to Ravenwing when he caught sight of the leaders taking their kits out. It was the first time he'd seen or noticed the tiny things, as he didn't spend much of his time in the main camp on a normal day. May as well try to stay on decent terms for now, prevent them from noticing anything unusual, and anyway, they did train me- it would be weird if I didn't talk to them now and then, right? he stopped on his short journey and smiled at the ruling family. "Your kits look fine and strong." He meowed pleasantly, though his stomach was rolling in knots. Poor kits, you don't deserve this conflict brewing just to destroy your family, he thought, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his mind for the first time since he'd spoken so passionately to Crystalheart. But he crushed the feeling before it registered on his face with the certainty that the Shadows did not belong in the living world.
Kinktail had been watching the kits for a few moments from where she lay lazily on her sunny patch of ground, but turned her face away. If they'd been anyone else's kits, they would've been easy pickings, but she had no quarrel with that family and disliked it when she was noticed by the leaders. She would find smaller ways to torment other cats- and weren't there other youngsters around camp she could harass? She knew she'd seen at least one kit around, plus several young apprentices- Fresh meat, she thought savagely, though the only emotion on her face was a sort of vaguely angry dead look.
All that is gold does not glitter;
not all those who wander are lost;
the old that is strong does not wither;
deep roots are not reached by the frost.
~J.R.R. Tolkienx
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