February 11, 2020 at 10:54 pm #5091
Sleepily, the tall orange tabby rolled over in the plush moss nest where recovering patients in the healing hollow were oft to convalesce. She’d passed out again when they’d arrived, and recalled little but for the overt rudeness of her escort. She knew the broad-shouldered flaming ginger tom was the lead of these….did he say Sky-can cats? She couldn’t remember. She couldn’t remember many things, her name, how she’d gotten where she was, or where the wound on her head had come from. It was certainly a very concerning situation. But for now, she was in a safe sweet-smelling place with her injuries seeming to have been tended to in her sleep.
She propped herself up and peered curiously around the den. A shaft of light cut through a gap in the deep umber stones that formed the walls of the den, they were pock-marked with neat little indentions stuffed with all manner of exotic smelling plants. A weak trickle leaked from a crag in the corner and fed into a shallow pool. Wearily the stranger picked herself up and padded over to it, dipping her long muzzle into the cool waters and thirstily gulping it down. It had a fresh, earthy flavor.
Raising her head she studied the exit, wondering what her next move would be…March 5, 2020 at 6:54 pm #5330
As the sunlight shined their blissful rays, the peach furred she-cat walked from behind her herbs to check on her patients. Seeing one up and aware, she padded over and gave her head a small smell. “Good morning, how do you feel?” She asked. A patrol had brought this orange feminine to Saffrongaze to heal but this wound was mental; amnesia. The peach Scotty became determined to help her. “Try not to get too worked up or curious. Do you remember anything at all?”March 6, 2020 at 9:24 pm #5346
The lanky orange tabby’s long, wandering tail curled pleasantly as the floppy-eared face of the resident healer appeared. She was a cute little thing, alright. Looking at her caused a warmth to stir in her chest. Maybe I like she-cats…..sure wish I could remember one way or another. She thought wearily. Having no identity was tiresome, like walking out in the cold with no hope of reaching home anytime soon.
“Load better, thanks to you.” She dipped her head to demonstrate her gratitude, though her clear blue eyes never left Saffrongaze’s face. “Unfortunately, no, I can’t remember anythin’ before Firestar woke me up.” Her maw twisted somewhat at the mention of the fowl-tempered Leader of these cats.
“Do..do you think I’ll ever remember?” She asked in a small voice.March 18, 2020 at 9:41 pm #5477
Saffrongaze watched as she spoke, seeing if there were any pain to notice but none could be documented. She gave a small nod along with a smile as she mentioned she was doing better. “I know Firestar can be a lot to handle but he’s really just protective of Skyclan. There’s a reason for everything.” She said as she checked for fever or anything of the sort with a paw touch to the head then her neck. Nothing; just memory loss. Her heart clenched as she asked if she’d ever remember anything. Her jaw clenched a tad, trying to say the right but truthful thing. Saffron prepared herself before putting an assuring tail tip on her shoulder. “I am unsure. Perhaps you will, I have faith. But, you cannot be discouraged if you never recover them. As I say, things happen for a reason. I do honestly wish you could remember; I can only imagine how you feel. It must be overwhelming to not know anything of your past.” She mewed softly, offering her a sympathetic look within her azurite eyes.March 18, 2020 at 10:38 pm #5478
“Is protection the reason he named that poor three-legged cat after her missing leg?” She asked darkly, a shadow passing over her face as she stepped forward out of the light. In her blue eyes there was not so much anger, as a calm righteousness that bated itself patiently like the sea. “Who would want that name, is there nothing that can be done?” Pleaded the nameless outsider, looking down at the shorter molly.
Without waiting for an answer she turned aside and padded toward the exit, lingering in the entryway the golden rays of evening drenching her orange tabby fur in honey-amber tones. Her eyes, deep and soulful took in the clearing where the inhabitants of this Clan dwelled. All of it was so strange, so different yet she had nothing to compare it to. Maybe it was wrong to make judgements, but could not ignore her heart. It was all she had.
“Faith in….StarClan? I keep hearing cats talk about that. What….what is it?” She meowed, facing Saffrongaze with open curiosity. The light returned to her baby blue eyes as they moved away from the darker topic of her far-flung memories.March 19, 2020 at 12:10 am #5480
Saffron watched as she made the brutal statement. Her ears seemed to droop more than what they were; it was a rather rude name to had given a crippled cat. It wasn’t Lostpaw’s fault… She could never find the reason why he gave the apprentice that name but it wasn’t her place to question Firestar’s word. Her eyes tracked as the much bigger tabby stood, her kittybrows quirking and even taking a step back to meet her face. Saffrongaze didn’t realize how small she was, even next to Firestar’s tallness, she felt equal to him. She’d forgotten how small she actually was. Sadness laced her heart like the death of a friend. She didn’t understand the ways of the Clans, just like the peachy Scottie when she was growing up. She stood back for a minute and even opened her mouth to answer her question but the feline had walked off already, leaving Saffron to exhale quietly. Defending that damned Firestar is hard work; maybe if she nicked his ear, he’d shapen up. Padding up next to her, she watched the clan with her. “Starclan is the plain of existence where the fallen go to live out their happiest lives in a place where food is never scarce and no cat is bound by a clan. As the clan’s medicine cat, I can commune with them but they can communicate with us with0ut any limitations. But, they do tend to give out cryptic messages. I never understood it myself; I am not Clanborn.” She admitted with a tender smile. “But I was raised here and that’s enough.”March 19, 2020 at 1:41 am #5481
She smiled gently, her angry over the name fading as she peered down at the short little peach-colored healer. She really was a sweet little creature, though many there were classed as fighters this was not a cat who could have ever walked a path of harm. She was gentle, and needed to be protected.
Listening patiently to the mythos, she sat down watching the last dying rays of the sun dwindle over the auburn canyon. Mothers ushered their kits to bed, Warriors joked and walked to their den for the night. Such a happy community to call home.
“That sounds wonderful.” she said, when Saffrongaze had finished. “But I suppose you don’t know where cats like me would go- where I’d be, if I’d never woken up.” She sighed.
“But where to go now…..”
“No sense in ponderin’…I’m here now, I’m gonna make the best of it.”March 24, 2020 at 11:24 am #5641
Saffron sat and listened to the she-cat. The peach Scottie understood her hesitation but also her understanding. Seeing Starclan for herself, it was quite experience.
Saffron gave a small nod and stood to meet some of her height. “How about we start with a temporary name? I do not think we can keep calling you ‘Her’ or ‘She’.” She mewed, looking up at the brightly color feminine.March 27, 2020 at 6:01 pm #5713
At the suggestion of a name, her face lit up once more as though the former look of sorrow ad never once been written across it. If anything could be said of their new stranger, she did not dwell in the dark for long. A name was hope. Se had nothing to cling no, no remnants of her past life had endured her injury.She was adrift at sea, and a name offered a piece of debris on which to cling.
Feeling odd at her full height as she was forced to crane her neck down somewhat, the orange tabby laid once more on her side feeling a wave of weariness wash over her bones. Now on a more comfortable eye-level, she could peer into those baby blue eyes. Though it was a bit like looking at the sun- to stare too long was not wise. But ever now and then she stole a glance when it was inconspicuous.
“A marvelous idea. Will you name me, Saffrongaze?” She purred, enjoying the way the others name rolled off her tongue. They had such interesting names here -perhaps she would be gifted with one as such.
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