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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2018 16:05:25 GMT -5
female | pan | single | 11 moons just trying to stay optimistic!! :') This winter was merciless. Every kitten that was born was doomed to death, and their mothers eventually all died of grief. The leader had started to lose lives. The good warriors died off. The apprentices fought through the sickness together, they were the last to go. Even the medicine cat died of the cold.
The whole clan smelled of death. The rest of the cats that were left had scattered, running for their lives. She knew that two of them even forced death upon themselves so they didn't have to live through this depressed time. Soon enough, everyone she'd come to know was gone. She was depressed and she took one last look around the clearing before she bowed her head. Her nose was dripping now, but not from the cold.
"What do I do now!?" She screamed to the gods. Her voice was drowned out by the howling wind. Her thick fur was plastered against her right flank as the wind threatened to knock her over.
Everything she'd come to know and love was gone. Her friends were dead. All things must come to an end, but why so soon?
Why am I the only one left? She asked herself as she wiped her dripping nose and wet eyes. The she-cat was stubborn, that was why. She refused to leave when people left in packs, searching for something to keep them alive. The truth? She didn't want to leave behind her memories and all the happy cries and sad cries she had in this clan. If she left, what would she be? She would be clanless and lost.
But this has gone on for too long. It was getting colder. So, Honeypaw had to muster all the internal strength she could find and say goodbye.
Turning tail, the she-cat trudged through the growing snow and sobbed. She was scared out of her mind.
"I don't want to die, I want to live!" She meowed over and over to herself as she trekked through the snow. Everything in her path was blurred, but there wasn't anything to see. The snow had taken over all of the plant life, turning it all white.
Luckily the she-cat was very thin and lightweight so she didn't sink far down into the snow. The long trek made her tired and cold, but eventually, she could see the tips of the pines in the distance, swaying and cheering her as she proceeded onward. They gave her a flicker of hope but her eyes were still wet with sadness.
Before long, she made it. The ginger molly fell off her paws, not sure if she could go on any longer. Her stomach was churning and the wind howled louder and louder in her ears. She was sure that she was going to die, so she gave up. She made it far away from camp but it seemed like a hopeless journey.
"Please, please...... please, I don't want to die." She sobbed, her body shaking with each cry.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2018 16:42:08 GMT -5
It was freezing. The sun hardly brought any solace to the forest. The sky was angry and had drowned the clans in its wrath. Everything was falling apart. Felines were weak and dying, either from starvation or the cold. As far as Sabletuft was concerned, Shadowclan was the only clan left — if it could even be considered a clan. The numbers were dwindling and very few cats could even bare to go out an attempt to find food. Thankfully, Sabletuft hadn’t yet been made a victim of death’s frosty grip. Her thick mahogany pelt was heavy on her tiny frame; so long as she managed to to stay nourished, the cold couldn’t get her.
This advantage made her one of the felines who had to go out and search for food. On many solitary patrols, the she-cat would stay out for hours, but not find a thing. It broke her heart havi to return empty handed. The molly was desperate to help her clan.
Out in the territory, the warrior’s pelt was a stark contrast to the ivory blanket surrounding her. The brown hues stood out vibrantly, so even if the prey didn’t smell or hear her, they most certainly saw her. However, that didn’t stop the molly. She was intent on bringing back some morsel of food. She made her way through the trees, shivering with each paw step. It was only when she heard a loud cry that she stopped. The fur on her neck bristled as she looked around. Her heart beat faster with each helpless yowl. After the initial shock passed, Sabletuft was on the run. She moved as quickly as the snow banks allowed her as she desperately tries to reach the feline that seemed to be in pain.
After a few moments, Sabletuft spotted the fiery she-car. A gasp escaped the molly’s ebony lips and she cautiously approached. “Little one?” her voice was weary. As she got closer, she noticed the apprentice’s flank rise and fall ever so slowly. “Oh no...” Sabletuft murmured and quickly moved to her side. Using her snout, she nudged Honeypaw and whispered. “Hey, hey...it’s okay. You’re not going to die. I’ve got you. It’s okay...” To the best of her ability, Sabletuft used her nose to push her head under Honeypaw, causeing the ginger cat to move ovto her back.slow and steadily, she began making her way back to camp.
Not many cats were out, so Sabletuft sneaked by and into the warrior’s den, careful not to let Honeypaw fall. She moved to the back of the den and let the limp she-cat slide off into her nest. Almost instantly, the older molly began licking the apprentice’s pelt backwards, hoping to warm her up.”You’ll be okay. You’ll be okay...” At this point, Sabletuft wasn’t sure is she was reassuring herself or the apprentice.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2018 16:26:21 GMT -5
female | pan | single | 11 moons just trying to stay optimistic!! :') The she-cat lay in the snow, helpless, crying for help. Within the few minutes she lay there by herself, snow had already laid a thin layer on her fur, making her almost indistinguishable from the snow on the ground. The only thing that really made her stand out was her cries. They were loud and hiccupy.
I don't think anyone can hear me... She thought. Desperate, her cries grew louder. Now, she was in pain. Her throat felt icy and sore as if a cat with icicles for claws was scraping the inside of her throat repeatedly. But she didn't stop.
Honeypaw picked up the sound of snow crunching in the near distance, and she froze. What if it was a fox? They would surely think I am the perfect meal! Tears still streamed down her face and she tried to keep her cries muted.
She started to squirm in the snow as she tried to get to her paws, but she had run out of strength. Her movements were so weak at this point that she gave up quickly.
"P-p-please, I d-don't want to die..." She repeated, her voice frail and scratchy in her throat. She let the she-cat put her limp, tired body on her back as she turned and trudged through the snow. Since Honeypaw was draped over the molly's back, she was able to see her front paws dangle in front of her face and see the snow. Getting sick, she closed her eyes and felt her lips quiver at the beginning of another cry.
Eventually, she had started to smell the thick scent of Shadowclan faintly underneath the icy snow. It grew stronger and Honeypaw knew that they were in the camp.
Then, the molly stopped and laid down, letting Honeypaw fall off her back and lay next to her. The older she-cat had started to lick her fur backward to bring the life back to the she-cat. Slowly, she opened her amber eyes and looked up at the she-cat with blurry eyes. Her gaze roamed the space, and she came to a conclusion she was in a warrior's den.
Honeypaw felt dead inside like there was no more hope inside of her. The small apprentice weakly scooted over to the she-cat and buried her muzzle in her chest fur. "I'm so scared..." She whimpered, breathing in a shaky sigh that brought tears to her eyes. "I-I.... I don't know what to do! We're all going to die." She took her muzzle out of her fur and rested it on her paws, staring off at nothing. "Everyone... was... The-ey were all gone..." She whispered, her lip quivering.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 11, 2018 15:53:41 GMT -5
“Shh...shhh...” Sabletuft hushed the frail apprentice as she continued lapping at her fur. “We are not going to die,” she cooed reassuringly, “You’ve made it this far. There is no need to worry. You are strong, sunshine.” The oak colored Molly closed her eyes as Honeypaw hurried her face in her pelt. She steadied her breaths with hopes that the younger she-Cat would match her breathing. “Everyone is not gone. You are here. I am here. Shadowclan is here. Windclan is out there somewhere. You are not alone.” Sabletuft curled her body protectively around the golden Molly, draping her fluffy tail over her shivering flank. “Try to rest, okay? You need to sleep...” Sabletuft whispered softly before resting her head on her paws, fully intent on staying awake until this poor soul fell asleep.
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It was brighter out now, but the sun brought barely any warmth. Sabletuft had snuck out the den at the crack of dawn to nab one of the last squirrels on the fresh kill pile. It probably had barely any meat, but Honeypaw needed to get some sort of nourishment. She sat beside the sleeping apprentice and place the squirrel by Honeypaw’s side. After waiting a few minutes, the warrior knew she had to wake her. Bending down, the molly nudged Honeypaw’s side with her nose and breathed out a raspy, “Good morning, sunshine.” Clear whiskers wavered at the sounds of moving cats outside. She knew she needed to hurry, but she didn’t want to rush the other she-cat. “I’m gonna need you to eat a bit quicker than usual, okay sunshine? We are leaving...everyone is leaving. We are gonna go somewhere safer now.” A smile of encouragement laced her maw. “We will get through this.”
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Post by Sharkfang on Jun 11, 2018 16:35:10 GMT -5
Honeypaw wanted to give up at this point. Just let her eyes close and drift off to sleep, but she couldn't. She was cold. Hungry. And, oddly enough, guilty. She was also in deep denial that her clan had actually perished... Honeypaw convinced herself it was all just a terrible dream. But deep down, she knew that wasn't true.
The kind warrior cooed sweet, reassuring words into Honeypaw's ears, and the small she-cat huddled up close to her. For a cat her age, she was quite small and malnourished. Like most of the apprentices she'd seen, her fur was short. It didn't provide any warmth, so she was lucky to have been found when she did. Now, Honeypaw tried to slow her breathing and calm herself down. She forced all of the negative thoughts out of her mind, only focusing on the good ones. Eventually, she drifted to sleep.
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Honeypaw woke up to the sweet smell of squirrel with a hint of frost. A nudge to her side forced her to open her eyes and look around the den. Her mind was foggy, and for a moment she had no collection of what happened last night. All she could remember was her dream, where she was being swallowed by snow. So cold... She thought with a shiver running down her spine.
When the warrior informed her of the clan's plan, her heart began to race. If I had left any later than I did, I might not have survived... She thought with a shock. Honeypaw started to dig into the squirrel, scarfing down the squirrel in a matter of seconds. Now her belly felt a little less empty, and she longed for the days where she ate too much where her belly ached. She smiled a faint smile at the molly, raising to her paws, hearing every bone in her body crack from lack of use. Every joint ached from the cold, and she started to empathize with the elders who had to suffer through the winter like this. No wonder they were cranky all the time.
Soon, it came time to leave the den and follow the group of strangers with her new friend by her side.
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