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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2018 0:46:43 GMT -5
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"I'm the only one who knows I'm afraid," Cloudkit whispered, gazing up at the trees with round blue eyes. A bird cried shrilly overhead, very near and very loud. It was, to the kit, particularly horrifying, and he flinched, crouching lower to the earth.
He had long since left the (relative) safety of BeastClan's territory, and was now picking his way deeper into the valley, fur sticking up in about a dozen different places from getting tangled up in leaves and who knew what else. His tail stuck straight out behind him, his steps rigid and cautious. Wide eyes darted wildly about. He looked like a frightened rabbit, and certainly felt as vulnerable as one.
"I'm the only one who know's I'm afraid," he repeated softly, clinging to the mantra desperately. His father had once told him that bravery was being the only one who knew that you were afraid. Or... something like that. Which meant that if he was the only one who knew that he was afraid, he wouldn't be afraid anymore! Right? Cloudkit thought that made so much sense.
A sudden noise in a bush behind him had Cloudkit flying forward because oh Zera what if it's a badger and he had to get away, he had to escape-
Straight into a thorn bush.
Don't panic don't panic don't panic-
He panicked.
"aaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA," He shrieked, thrashing like a fish caught in a net. Thorns tore at his fur and buried themselves in his skin, causing him to struggle harder. He was stuck. After a few futile moments, he forced himself to pause, trembling with fear and frustration as he glared at the bush that had given him a scare.
A single, fat squirrel waddled out of it.
Cloudkit sighed.
@lilystream . 292 wordѕ . notes: I love this. I love this so much. |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2018 1:20:18 GMT -5
@cloudfang 833 words yes! i'm so excited The moon was high in the sky, shining brighter than the twinkling stars surrounding it. It was such a beautiful night, undisturbed and quiet - for the most part. On this lovely night, one little kitten rushed through the forest, making quite the distance in such little time. It was exhilarating. The sound of her tiny, kitten paws thudding on the ground; the wind flowing through her short, gray pelt. The world moved by so quickly - faster than Lilykit could process it. The adrenaline pulsed through her veins, and her heartbeat grew so loud that it was thumping in her ears to the rhythm of her feet.
This was an exciting adventure for the young cat, for she rarely was allowed outside the nursery. Granted, Lilykit's orders were to stay within the safety of the camp, but her curious nature pushed her further. Something pushed her farther. It had taken patience and a few tricks to escape from the view of her brother, whom always kept a watchful eye over her. It hadn't flew over her head as to why; she was well aware that her health was a major factor for her family's over-protectiveness over her. Still, she had to get away from it all, and when Lilykit saw the opening to explore outside the camp, she took it without hesitation.
Her pace slowed, and, in its place, her breathing picked up. Her chest heaved rapidly as she fought to regain her breath. She had been running for a while now, attempting to put distance between the Stormclan camp and her in case she was being followed. Lilykit knew she wouldn't have long before cats noticed her disappearance and tracked her scent. Her hope was that she covered enough ground to buy her enough time; enough time to explore and see the outside world for the first time. She didn't want her first time outside the nursery - outside the camp - to be as an apprentice with her mentor. She didn't want her first time outside to be tainted by another cat's view on it. She didn't want her first time outside to be from the eyes of a warrior-in-training, looking for threats in other cats. She wanted her first time outside to be pure - to be hers.
To be hers and hers alone.
Lilykit slowed to a stop, her stance rigid as she scented the air. She did her best to mimic what she observed the Stormclan apprentices doing when the practiced in the camp. Nothing was out of the ordinary until the scent of squirrel hit the roof of her mouth. Her eyes lit up, and she did her best to track it down, knowing how to do so from stories that the apprentices told. It was then that she spotted her prey. It was a plump, juicy squirrel. Her body lowered as she started to stalk it; the squirrel unaware of what was directly behind him. However, before she could pounce and seal it's fate, which, in all honestly, would be freedom due to the kit's lack of training, a loud shriek pierced the atmosphere.
She froze, ears pricked as to locate the source. Her head swiveled in the direction of the outburst, watching as the squirrel waddled to the sound before she did. Without any further hesitation, she followed the squirrel through the bushes. Lilykit was careful not to get the branches mangled in her fur. After all, it had taken her mother ages to groom it to her liking. It didn't take her long before she reached the other side of the bush; her head poked out cautiously, for she wanted to asses the situation before going any further.
It was then that she saw another kit - a tom at that - stuck in the thorn bush. She almost died of laughter at the sight of his bum sticking out, but she quickly repressed it to a slight giggle. She plopped herself out of the bush, scaring the squirrel away, whom scurried up the nearest tree and out of sight. Lilykit padded up to the tom, trying to figure out where he was from. Staying in the nursery all her life, she had never known any scent other than Stormclan. She had no idea where he could be from, and it slightly frustrated her.
"Here," she mumbled, "let me help." She carefully placed the branches in her mouth, wary of the thorns that surrounded it. Her pace was slow as she attempted to rid the kit's pelt of the prickly thorns, being cautious as to not hurt the tom any further. When she was finished, she stepped back, allowing the tom room to exit the bush - mostly - unscathed.
Her eyes were wide and full of curiosity as she looked at him. Lilykit wondered where he was from; she wondered what his story was. Her head tilted to the side slightly, eyeing him up and down. "You're a gentle one," Her tail twitched; her smile lit up her face, "aren't you?" |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2018 16:39:14 GMT -5
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Cloudkit's heartbeat was hammering in his chest as he closed his eyes, forcing oxygen into his lungs with deep breaths. He had been scared out of his fur by a squirrel. What kind of cat was he? What kind of warrior was he? This had been a terrible idea. It had been so selfish, to hope for even a moment that he could do this. How could he have been so stupid? To think that he had believed he could do something brave! Why was he always so-
He had to stop this train of thought and he had to stop it now. Taking a shaky, purposeful breath, Cloudkit squeezed his eyes shut tighter and whispered his magic words.
"I'm- I'm the only one who-"
Someone was giggling.
"-knowaaaaAAAHH!" Cloudkit's eyes snapped open and he found himself staring at a gray and white she-cat, padding towards him with more grace in her step than Cloudkit would ever manage. He flinched away but she just began to gently de-tangle him from the bush. Confusion and distrust wedged themselves in his gut, familiar and uncomfortable, but he forced a nervous laugh as his thorny prison slowly came apart.
"Hey um, so I know what this looks like, but I swear I have everything under cohhAAAhhah," he said, tapering off into a strained breath at the end as one of the thorns took out a large patch of fur with it. Stars, this was embarrassing. He hurt all over and he just wanted this to be over so he could put some distance between them because she was really close-
Finally the last thorn was eased free, and as soon as he felt the give Cloudkit scrambled away from her, hitting the ground ungracefully and cursing silently as his own over-sized paws got in the way. But obviously he didn't want to look like he was scared of her or anything so he stopped an appropriate distance away and straightened up enough to look her in the eye. Soft blue met vibrant cerulean and he paused, struck by the shade for a moment before continuing in what he hoped was a cool once-over. She looked to be around his age, but he didn't recognize her at all, and her scent was strange. Was she StormClan? ForestClan? ... A roamer? That was the only logical conclusion; what else would she be doing this far into the valley? The irony of this thought was lost on him.
Allegiance aside, she struck him as very... non-threatening. She regarded him as he regarded her, her eyes full of nothing but curiosity and kit-like wonder. He almost immediately relaxed under her gaze, wariness dissolving into tentative trust. After all, she had just helped him out of a sticky situation. And she was incredibly well-groomed for a roamer. Cloudkit was suddenly very aware of his now-tattered pelt, clumps of fur hanging off everywhere and tiny spots of blood dotting it in places. Where fur was missing, angry red skin was exposed, and the white softness that remained stuck up in haphazard directions. He looked absolutely ridiculous.
... He was also just a little bit shorter than her, even though she was pretty small herself. He puffed out a bit, suddenly feeling very self-conscious.
"You're a gentle one, aren't you?" He blinked, tilting his head inquisitively. What did that mean? Should he be insulted? Was she prodding for weakness? Questions flew through his mind faster than he could dwell on them, and he found himself scrambling for an answer that wouldn't make him seem like a complete fool.
"You're small."
Oh, stars. STARS.
"I mean, no, you're not small! I'm small. What? That's not what I- Look I'm just used to cats that are really big and muscly and you're- Not that you're wimpy or something because obviously you know what you're doing more than I do, I've just never seen someone so soft and- NO I MEAN NOT THAT YOU'RE SOFT YOU'RE JUST REALLY WELL-GROOMED AND THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH THAT I WAS JUST SURPRISED BY-"
Stop talking.
The kit snapped his mouth shut. Oh, he'd really mucked it up now. How could he call himself a proper BeastClanner when he kept letting this complete stranger see him make a fool of himself? His baby blues filled to the brim with regret and fear and he quickly broke eye contact so she wouldn't see, bracing for the worst.
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