A Savior Approaches [Lilac, Nectar, Pale]

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  • #5173
    Hornetstar
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    LILAC.

    It was cold, and windy, and Momma wouldn’t answer. Momma wouldn’t answer either of them, and usually when one of them couldn’t her attention, the other could. Actually, Momma hadn’t moved much since they laid down at the base of a tree on the edge of a field that stretched on for ages. Actually, she hadn’t moved at all… Lilac wasn’t stupid, she knew what death was, but Momma couldn’t be dead. Momma seemed so invincible.

    With a whine she snuggled further into the dead she-cat’s fur, glancing over at her sister. “N-Nectar… I’m cold,” she whined, her thin pelt doing nothing to protect from the cold. Even outside of the wind’s reach, the air was rapidly cooling. The sun was starting to set, and soon it would be dark. The thought scared her, of being out her tonight with a Momma that wouldn’t respond, but she could be brave. She… She could, maybe.

     

    #5177
    Peach
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    Cool wind scrapped against the small she kit golden dappled pelt, thin fur was all the protected her from freezing solid. Small paws pushing against her mothers side, the mews of her sister and her ignored by the mom, she had never ignored them before, at least not for this long. She didn’t want to believe the worst, she couldn’t believe it her mother was strong, the strongest of them all. 

    Her sisters distress causing the small kit to move closer to her, “Me t-too Lilac.” Their whines falling on deaf ears of their mother, curling up closer to her counterpart. Trying her best to both help keep her sister warm and herself, her multicolored face burying itself into the dead Molly’s fur, she wouldn’t let her sister see her scared. Their mother always told them to be brave and thats what she would be, just as she knew her sister would be

    #5256
    Roach
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    Palefog ~Windclan Warrior

    A soft sigh escapes his lips, a cloud of warm breath filtering in the air near his parted pale lips. Faint sounds of ice crunching could be heard if one took the time to listen as the tall pure white tom pads through the moors without a care in the world. Palefog just wanted to get away from camp, to enjoy the quietness around him. The constant chatter around him was becoming harder to bare as lately it would seem that there was an emptiness within him, that only seemed to grow as the days went by. Oh how he longs to see his son once more, heart aching at the thought of Thristleheart falling from the sky due to an eagle attack. A sharp intake of breath hitching within the back of his throat before pushing the memory away. He was out on a stroll to clear his mind, not to dwell on the past; something he can’t change.

    Frowning as he absentmindedly kicks at the snow, his magenta eyes lazily following the snow as it drifts fluidly in the wind. Humming at the tranquil feeling washing over him as he treks further away from Windclan Camp. Many would feel at unease padding through the cold snow in the dark, but to Palefog; he felt at home. The older tom was never one for socializing too much with his clanmates as he felt like he was always suffocating with anxiety within camp. Snapping out of his thoughts at the faint whispering mews that alerted him that someone was in need of help. Pausing as he strains to hear, to find out which direction the soft whimpers were coming from.

    Paper thin ears perking up and flicking forwards as he silently follows after their cries. Furrowing his brow as he detects two separate cries, letting him know that he wasn’t only dealing with one lost kitten but two. Cursing under his breath as his pelt gets snagged on a few brambles. Grunting as he pushes his way through the shrubs, blinking as he glances around. Stilling as he notices a limp forms of a dead feline, sorrow filling his heart as he then notices the two little bundles desperately clinging onto her for warmth. Palefog knew he couldn’t just leave them there; he wouldn’t be able to live with himself knowing that he had left two kits to die in the cold leaf-bare. Clearing his throat as he moves closer to the kits and their dead mother. Dark reddish/pink eyes softly looking at Lilac and Nectar as he speaks to them. “I’m sorry young ones, but you’re mother….is dead” Palefog awkwardly tells them. His heart aches for the two kittens, hating himself for being the one to tell them.

    “Let’s get you two out of the cold..” he murmurs to himself before adding; “Ill take care of you” he carefully grasps both of them by the scruff in his mouth. Wiggling out of the brush, his white pelt sticking up in odd directions as he starts to make his way back home, worry settling in his chest as he hopes that he gets them back to camp in time.

    #5355
    Hornetstar
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    LILAC.

    She had somehow just been managing to drift off, breathing in the off-scent of their mother and soaking up what little shared body heat from her sister that she could, when the sound of something crashing through the surrounding brush caught her attention. The golden she-kit hardly dared to move a muscle, eyes wide as she removed her face from her mother’s fur and glanced around in the dim lighting. “Nectar,” she whispered uselessly, as if checking her sister was still there.

    And then a large pale figure stepped from the bush, sending her jumping to her paws and hissing firmly. A fight against this tom, like a ghost, was going to be hopeless but she’d- All the fight seemed to drain from her as the cat confirmed their mother was dead, allowing Palefog to pick her up without a fuss. Lilac watched their mother’s dead form fade into the darkness as this stranger whisked them away, too busy focusing on not shivering to death to worry about much more.

    #5535
    Roach
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    Palefog ~Windclan Warrior

    The pure white tom couldn’t help but feel responsible for the two kittens he found shivering next to the cold lifeless form of their deceased mother. Leaf-bare is definitely a season that puts many to the test for survival. Ignoring the cramp like feeling of his jaw as he keeps a firm but gentle hold of the scruff of Lilac and Nectar. He knew that the kittens were more than likely confused and scared as he was more than a stranger to the two wee things. Palefog quickens his pace as he did not want the little bundles of fur to freeze anymore than what they were.

    ’Just hold on. I’m going to get you somewhere warm’ he inwardly thought as the entrance to camp came within view. Quickly making his way through camp, ignoring the curious looks thrown his way as his mind was only set on taking the kittens to see either Nettlenose or Startledcrow; he wanted to make sure that Lilac and Nectar were as healthy as they could be.

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