She looked up for a moment, heart pounding ever so softly. Was it really Hickorykit's fault if a cat worried? Was it not in their control to feel and think? New thoughts bubbled across her mind. She gazed into the moons growing light, flicking her tail.
"...I guess I wouldn't want to let her worry,"
An odd shiver ran down her spine making her teeth chatter. But it only lasted a second before her body was back to being warm. The nice warm that didn't give her a nasty headache.
Hickorykit's pupils were a mix between slits and ovals. More hesitation flooded her lagoon-blue gaze as she fixed her gaze on Rookfire's paws.
...
Darkness surrounded every corner of her vision. Alone, deserted, misunderstood, emotions she wished she could crush with all four of her paws. Wanting to feel them turn into a chalky paste that would blow into the wind. The crickets were a tsunami of sound ready to consume her every waking minute. Everything was suddenly too much and she wanted to curl up. Willing the world to destroy her quickly, unable to face the horrors. Beauty was within the blood pounding screams of war, and hope was found in the destruction of others. No more, the grass would swallow her, turn her into the plants and somehow reach her to the sky. A dandelion seed drifting among others of its kind, wishing nothing but to continue to travel, further, and further, it's only goal to plant itself. Granting life to another thing, and letting it grow among soil and the sun.
...
A screaming silence started to fill her ear drums, a panic rising within her mind. Hickorykit remained collected on the outside, a simple response forming itself behind her teeth.
"I can walk myself, thank you, Rookfire."
The grass beneath her was shaking, glowing a violent dark green under the moonlight. Was it shaking or her? Unsteady on her paws, she made her way back to the nursery. Overwhelming shame weighed itself on her shoulders. A swan without its grace was nothing but an ugly ducking, left behind by everyone else. Disregarded, forced to fend for itself.
Deciding to go forward, Hickorykit discovered, is the hardest thing any cat can do. To go forward you are leaving everything behind. Creating either the worst or best future for yourself. Was this that decision? Her heart thumped against her tiny chest, her ears raising, on edge to all the forest sounds.
"...Meadowwhisper..?"
Trust was on her mind, but not for the reason it should've been.
Meadowwhisper listened, her head in her mind as she heard her kits voice calling out her name, shaking her head to clear her overriding and overwhelming thoughts. "I'm here Hickorykit, what is it love?" She asked gently, her mew soft and soothing, even soothing herself in contrast to her evil, gross thoughts from the few moments before, regardless if those moments felt like years, but how could few moments that felt like years turn into years that felt like days? Life was to..... complicated. But right now all she needed- and wanted - to do was focus on Hickorykit, she needed her now, save the self pity party and deal with your kit! Meadowwhisper internally scolded herself, putting on a mask that showed happiness, her general boredness to seem more natrual. The kit didnt need to see her mother in distress. "Everything alright dear? Rookfire didnt help you over?"
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Mudslide wouldn't of been outside if the warriors den wasn't so crowded. Which it was. Hence her presence. Not like anycat cared. She wouldn't make them.
The tall she-cat drew circle in the... The grass. Hm. Now that she was thinking about it, she wasn't really drawing, she was just carving weird misshapen lumps out of grass. It wasn't fun by any means, but it's not like she could go outside of the clearing and break away from the suffocating environment of simply existing. Somecat, or something, was always breathing down her neck. That breathing being the wind.
Mudslide was cold. Gosh darn it she was cold. She could already see signs of her winter coat kicking in. Her fur had become less shallow, especially around her tail which was already pretty fluffy regardless. Straight whisps of fur were clumping around her paws and shoulders and she could feel her cheeks getting heavy with newly growing fur. Soon enough, she'd carry enough fur to look almost completely different... She hated that. But not as much as she hated the cold, so oh well.
She wrapped her tail around her paws and made it bristle twice it's side. She knew she looked ridiculous. Gosh, maybe if she could just shuffle to the farther---
OH MY GOSH IT'S ROOKFIRE. A quick glance to the side of her was all it took, icy eyes widening slightly before her expression settled. Why. Him. She didn't hate him, but she didn't like him either. He wasn't mean, but he asked questions. Questions Mudslide had to answer in fear of looking suspicious. Well, she probably already looked suspicious, but everycat in Shadowclan was at least a little bit shady.
The lockdown? Mudslide would've laughed if all her humor wasn't saved for Roachflare in particular. "Hell." She responded, flexing her claws in an attempt to get some warmth in them. He seemed to want conversation. Well, she was already miserable, might as well. "You?" She prompted, focusing more on her own tail fur than him.
instead of continuing to stand like he was about to arrest mudslide for breathing wrong, the medic shifted into a seated position, thick dark fur fluffed up to protect him from the cold, still fighting his body on the aspect that his leaf bare coat wasnt coming in yet but, unlike mudslide, lucky to be blessed with a naturally thick coat. rook, ever unable to read the room unless its absolutely necesarry and written in bold letters that are practically jumping at him, wrapped his striped tail around white tipped paws with a certain uncharacteristic almost happy quirk to his movement, faint smile playing on his maw.
rookfire met mudslides reply with a grin, mildly surprised the younger warrior had it in her to be sarcastic in some capacity, instead of giving him a reply entirely based on facts or whatever else she mightve done "'ve not been havin much trouble pers'nally for obvious reasons" he shrugged, not so subtlely addressing his recent promotion in relation to this lockdown and the last one which he had spent fearing tragic mistakes..and the one before he had spent dragging lostspark from place to place.. "could be takin' yer out ta' stretch yer legs some time soon perhaps. once we need some more herbs or prey again..which we don' right now" he offered genuinely, in no way hung up on taking roachflare every time even though he had become his primary victim when it came to unprompted patrols. mudslide was quiet but he wasnt one to complain about a good worker that simply liked to keep to themselves. "clans' been behavin' well enough so i assume dawnstar will be liftin' the regulations soon enough though" the medic continued, leaning forward slightly to stretch out his forelegs while taking a peek over his shoulder and first towards the medicine den before switching to the other side and eyeing the part of the clearing closest to camp entrance.
instead of continuing to stand like he was about to arrest mudslide for breathing wrong, the medic shifted into a seated position, thick dark fur fluffed up to protect him from the cold, still fighting his body on the aspect that his leaf bare coat wasnt coming in yet but, unlike mudslide, lucky to be blessed with a naturally thick coat. rook, ever unable to read the room unless its absolutely necesarry and written in bold letters that are practically jumping at him, wrapped his striped tail around white tipped paws with a certain uncharacteristic almost happy quirk to his movement, faint smile playing on his maw.
rookfire met mudslides reply with a grin, mildly surprised the younger warrior had it in her to be sarcastic in some capacity, instead of giving him a reply entirely based on facts or whatever else she mightve done "'ve not been havin much trouble pers'nally for obvious reasons" he shrugged, not so subtlely addressing his recent promotion in relation to this lockdown and the last one which he had spent fearing tragic mistakes..and the one before he had spent dragging lostspark from place to place.. "could be takin' yer out ta' stretch yer legs some time soon perhaps. once we need some more herbs or prey again..which we don' right now" he offered genuinely, in no way hung up on taking roachflare every time even though he had become his primary victim when it came to unprompted patrols. mudslide was quiet but he wasnt one to complain about a good worker that simply liked to keep to themselves. "clans' been behavin' well enough so i assume dawnstar will be liftin' the regulations soon enough though" the medic continued, leaning forward slightly to stretch out his forelegs while taking a peek over his shoulder and first towards the medicine den before switching to the other side and eyeing the part of the clearing closest to camp entrance.
Mudslide
She, Her\Warrior\18 moons\Shadowclan
"There's blood in the water. The quiet are restless, the silent are still"
In truth, Mudslide nearly forgot about Rookfire's promotion. Emphasis on nearly. She'd always known he'd been an enforcer for a bit and she was aware he moved up a rank, but she couldn't bother to commit all those things to memory since she never paid attention to promotions. She was happy for the cats who got them, and was glad they could handle something like that, but she never saw it as anything worth remembering.
Mudslide would dread becoming a high rank and all the eyes that came with it. She seemed to be doing a good job avoiding any golden opportunity to be anything more than an ordinary warrior, and she'd like to keep it that way. Though, working wasn't too bad, she actually quite enjoyed doing things. Beit busy work or something a bit more long lasting, she found some joy in having a bit of control but no pressure over a situation.
Since Rookfire brought it up, she figured he wanted some sort of praise. But maybe he didn't. For some reason, maybe the cold was getting to his head, he didn't seem to be walking on eggshells around her like he might've been during their previous interactions, like he was happy to see her. He met her words with a grin. You don't know me. Mudslide thought bitterly, Back off.
Outside? Mudslide couldn't help her ears from perking in interest before her posture deflated. "Cold. No bugs." She mewed, her muzzle wrinkling lightly. She had wanted to snag some more sight seeing before the weather started to nip, but predators had other plans, and so did Dawnstar. So much for sight seeing... And her enthusiasm was killed anyways since that "maybe outing" wasn't going to happen anytime soon.
At his last comment, Mudslide let out an airy scoff. Yeah, maybe those foxes, and owls, and hawks, and badgers, would get their flanks frozen off from the cold weather and decide that Shadowclan meat wasn't worth the trouble. "Ha." She said instead, her maw twitching. If Mudslide knew anything, she knew that a good thing didn't last very long unless she clung to it for dear life.
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