[teddy.]

 

Originally Posted by Estelle

The world was calm for little Coldkit. Just mastering the art of walking, few things happened around the silent kitten. She had no mother, not anymore, and they realised that quite early on. All they had was a father. A Grinch. Someone who was always there but never present, always galivanting about. Coldkit knew him well. Everyone knew him well. All the queens in the nursery were well aware of who her father was, for the rosettes that decorated her side matched his. This meant that they, too, knew who the feline is responsible for her presence in this world. They just rarely saw him, as stated before. Still, Coldkit felt a certain attachment to this feline. The knowledge that he's out there, existing, living -- they wanted to get closer to their father, and that's what they intended to do morning come. That being said, things rarely went to plan.

The sky is supposed to be dark, but it was bright. The air was supposed to be cold, like their name, but it felt warm, burning. It was supposed to be fresh too, but each breath she took in resulted in a terrible coughing fit that hurt her throat. What a peculiar thing. Coldkit stared at their paws for a few moments, pondering this strange situation. Lifting their eyes, dark clouds covered the sky. Curious, Coldkit padded out of the nursery. They turned their head left - nothing - right - fire. Or at least, to those who knew the word. To them, this was a burning sun engulfing the territory. On the other side, emerged Twilightstar, their mouth open presumably to say something Coldkit could not hear. Their only hint that they had to leave was the thundering they felt in the ground as clanmate after clanmate came rushing out, pushing her in the process.

Coldkit stumbled, unaware of who was coming from behind or what they were saying. They were enthralled by the burning sun on their moor. Everyone looked panicked and frightened; the sight of it frightened them. But instead of fleeing it brought their eyes to look for someone else - the only feline present but not active in their lives. Coldmilk.
"A! A!"
Coldbabyjr held their mouth open the way they saw many others do and unconsciously screamed the moment the familiar pelt of their father came in sight, running with stubby kitten legs after him, cheeks wiggling with kitten fat. The thick, burning air attacked their throat like knives, causing the kitten to stumble into another coughing fit. Normally air didn't sting as much as this.


[ @teddy. ]

Coldmilk was hot.... He was hot! but he knew that. Wait- no. no. no, no, no. he was hot . He shouldn't be hot in the middle of bloody April. it was barely leafbare!

A feeling of dread crept under his pelt and jolted him awake like spikes in the back of his spine; the tom had been resting in the clearing, soaking in that fresh air during his sleep. But that air had quickly become clogged with smoke and soot. Suddenly Coldmilk wasn't cold, he was Hotmilk. and not in the way he wanted to be!

He scrambled onto his paws like a wobbly kitten himself, tryinf to find his baring as his icy eyes darted acround thr clearing from twilight to hogpuddle to aspenstrike to- His eyes landed on a kitten that could only be described as himself copy and pasted but... shrunk. and a little bit chubbier.

His head had whipped around to stare at the kitten in bewilderment. He knew the gossip, being one to stir the pot himself. He knew the way the queens looked down their noses at him but he didn't need the approval of fat layabouts all day anyway— not like he'd touch a queen even if you paid him! the nursery disgusted him; all it filled him with was dread and that horrid, horrid memory of... loneliness. No. He hated pregnancies and queens and kits alike; Coldkit was no exception.

For a moment, he contemplated booting the chunky thing across the clearing and back into the nursery; a goal in one! but there were cats around to see this and he didnt fancy getting thrown into the fire as fuel.

Even then, something in his chest was begining to stir. What? His heart?? His heart was beginning to feel... emotions?

"DAMNIT!" The swear left his snarled lips as he turned quickly and latched his jaws around (admittedly, even in his frustration and repulsion, he made a effort to be ever so gentle when teeth met scruff) the kittens loose neck and lifted her up from the dusty ground.

Panic was as clear as the flames jumping overhead across the territory in Coldmilks eyes. He looked frantic, lost, absolutely hopeless.

"HEWLPF?" Speaking was hard with a mouthful of child.

If anyone were to ask him why – as they should, he was hardly the heroic type – he saved a child, it would no doubt be a load of bullcrap regarding the greater good of Windclan, of course.

// OPEN TO ONE CAT TO HELP!! //