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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2018 21:30:03 GMT -5
NO SUCH THING AS SERIOUS BARKLICK Tired as he was, he followed the sea of cats like a mindless soldier, but he was anything but. When they stopped for the night to keep out of the cold, he sat in a small clearing, peering up at the night sky, at the moon that beamed down on him. His blue-grey eyes lit up a bit, gleaming as he seemed mesmerized by the beauty of the night. "StarClan sure knows how to put on a display," he purred lightly to himself, sighing softly with contentness. He could only hope they'd lead them in the right direction. Wherever this Journey was leading them, he knew they were in good paws.
The tom then started to dig around in the snow to create his sort of- nest-like hole, to be able to sleep in and keep warm. He had a content smile on his maw, eyes half-lidded and careless, his tongue poked from his mouth as always- he looked down right adorable. As he layed down, he realized he didn't truly feel too tired. So, he just looked up at the sky again, admiring the clearness- the moon hovering over him like a spot light. He hummed a soft tune his mother used to sing him, and he breathed in the cool, crisp, nipping air. He loved leaf-bare.
He looked comfortable- like life was perfect, even if it wasn't. That was one of his best traits- he only ever saw the bright side of bleak situations. But he would love an open field- someplace where he could sprint forever, nothing but moors as far as the eye could see. The hills and yellow grass, occasional stones to perch on and soak up the suns warm rays- ah, a perfect paradise in his mind. But, he could only pray that he'll eventually be able to run free. He had every faith in the stars. He just hoped they knew what they were doing. |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2018 22:44:10 GMT -5
Will it wash off in the water, or is it always in the blood?
Under the cover of nightfall, the pale white glow of Frostkits pelt could barely be seen pacing back and forth along the forest's edge, just far away enough that the sound of snow crunching under each new paw step wouldn't disturb the sleeping cats curled in the clearing of trees. Truly, Frostkit was exhausted, but try as he might, he couldn't get his brain to shut off. His days were filled with tireless walking with minimal breaks to rest or eat if there happened to be food to spare, and his nights were spent fretting over the uncertainty of his future.
Frostkit had been visited by a Starclan cat many nights ago, but when he had brought the dream up to Mushroomstar, the golden feline had completely brushed it off, refusing to even consider their ancestors wish for Frostkits future! The rejection had crushed Frostkit, and even worse, caused him to stress over what would become of his Clan if he disobeyed Starclans wishes. Snowbird had told him that Fawnstep needed his help, yet here he was, still a 'kit' that wasn't allowed to lift a paw to help his suffering clanmates.
The young tom couldn't get his mind off this impending disaster he wasn't even sure was coming. Why did Starclan feel the need to give such vague warnings? Had they not expected Mushroomstar to react this way? Why hadn't they visited him again to tell him what he was supposed to do now?
Stumbling over his paws, Frostkit collapsed into the blanket of snow covering the forest floor, his small frame practically disappearing from sight as he was "swallowed whole" by the forest itself. Frostkit flailed his limbs briefly in an attempt to free himself from the restrictive nature of the snow encasing him, simply giving up with a pathetic whine when he was unable to free himself.
Nothing was going Frostkits way. 315 words
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2018 7:16:48 GMT -5
NO SUCH THING AS SERIOUS BARKLICK Engulfed by the night, he almost didn't hear the soft whine that emitted from the trees. And for a moment the goofy side of his mind thought a tree must've hurt itself. But, his logical side was quick to lift him to his paws to investigate. He was naturally tense, expecting anything to happen, as he neared the edge of the clearing. And sure enough, his eyes landed on the victim. Or, what he could see of it.
Quickly, he stepped forward, digging the snow off of the young tom and grabbing his scruff to lift him out. Instinctively he looked him over, checking for anything to be hurt before he merely lifted his head. "You know, it's not smart, being out here alone like that," he said, softly yet with a clear scold. "What's got you pacing like an elder, hm?" he asked, more gently now as he lowered his head to look more clearly at the kit. |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2018 18:20:22 GMT -5
Will it wash out in the water, or is it always in the blood? Frostkit was left pondering his situation, his legs beginning to go stiff as he sat in the cold snow. His ears immediately perked at the sound of snow crunching behind him, and feeling his pulse quicken, Frostkits began to struggle in vain to free himself. Although unsuccessful, Frostkit let out a squeak as teeth closed around the scruff of his neck and hoisted him from his snowy prison.
Once all four of his paws touched solid ground again, Frostkit flicked his gaze upward to see Barklick. He blinked his eyes once, twice, before feeling relief wash over him as the scent of Windclan rolled off the tom in front of him. Despite living in this Clan since his early kithood, Frostkit still struggled to remember all the names and faces of his clanmates. It was... rather embarrassing at times.
"T-thanks," Frostkit meowed, his gaze only shifting away when Barklick scolded him. The tom bowed his head, instinctively lowering his stance out of fear. "I-I know," He responded softly, "I-I uh, just have a lot on m-my mind right now..." He couldn't tell Barklick what was actually bothering him, but Frostkit wasn't exactly the best at lying either. Nervously, Frostkit took a quick glance at Barklicks face, studying the gaze the older tom held. The warrior would most likely not be satisfied with his vague answer, so Frostkit quickly elaborated before he could ask more questions. "Its just- w-we don't know what the future holds for our Clan." This much was true, and probably a common fear shared between most cats. "Everything out here i-is just so... unpredictable... a-and it makes me nervous." 272 words
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