Post by mewmehh on Mar 26, 2018 1:35:35 GMT
Bleary blue eyes blinked slowly to life, their pale light dull and lids reddened and puffy from crying. The small she-cat tightened her body as she curled up against a dark corner of the Nursery, her chin tucked beneath her folded forepaws and her ears pinned back indefinitely; they had remain in such a way since hearing the news.
She hadn’t been there to find the warrior’s corpse, surprisingly, but had been quicker to find out the news than any of the older cats anticipated. The stubborn kit had been adamant about knowing where her friend was for they were due to play that morning. Unfortunately for Milk-kit though, she had just lost her one and only friend.
She hadn’t expected to cry as much as she had. She had never really felt loss- she had hurt a little in her heart when she had been separated from her family, but she didn’t actually know if they were dead or not, so it hardly fazed her in the long run. But this- this was a cat she lived with and played with daily. A warrior who understood the subtle intricacies that the kitten appreciated of the lax way of life. Someone that genuinely appreciated spending time with her. And he was now gone. In an instant, it seemed. And in that moment, Milk-kit wished harder than anything that she hadn’t been born a loner; that she had been related to the cats in the Stars so that she could speak with her friend once more.
The kitten hadn’t done much since hearing the news. She kept herself sequestered in the back of her den, away from her adoptive littermates and the other warm bodies that inhabited the place. She hardly ate and didn’t even whine for milk like she had been for the past few moons as Sweetbriar attempted to wean her eldest kit. Milk-kit simply mourned in silence as time inched by, waiting for the time where the clan would recognize the fall of Fattail.
She hadn’t been there to find the warrior’s corpse, surprisingly, but had been quicker to find out the news than any of the older cats anticipated. The stubborn kit had been adamant about knowing where her friend was for they were due to play that morning. Unfortunately for Milk-kit though, she had just lost her one and only friend.
She hadn’t expected to cry as much as she had. She had never really felt loss- she had hurt a little in her heart when she had been separated from her family, but she didn’t actually know if they were dead or not, so it hardly fazed her in the long run. But this- this was a cat she lived with and played with daily. A warrior who understood the subtle intricacies that the kitten appreciated of the lax way of life. Someone that genuinely appreciated spending time with her. And he was now gone. In an instant, it seemed. And in that moment, Milk-kit wished harder than anything that she hadn’t been born a loner; that she had been related to the cats in the Stars so that she could speak with her friend once more.
The kitten hadn’t done much since hearing the news. She kept herself sequestered in the back of her den, away from her adoptive littermates and the other warm bodies that inhabited the place. She hardly ate and didn’t even whine for milk like she had been for the past few moons as Sweetbriar attempted to wean her eldest kit. Milk-kit simply mourned in silence as time inched by, waiting for the time where the clan would recognize the fall of Fattail.