Post by ladyspectral on May 8, 2018 1:28:53 GMT
Honeyheart sat in the wide alleyway the Alliance hung around. The bustle of city life carried on around her, easily fading off into the background. Two litters of kits were tough, but fortunately one of the twolegs from the nest beside them provided scraps of food from time to time for the mother cats. It was just enough to keep them going, but when the kits lost their ‘cute’ appeal she was sure it’d vanish.
Seventeen cats, eighteen if Mocha was counted. But she was hardly around, more of a fertile kittypet that had provided the group with new fighters. Fighters that should begin training soon. Gentle, of course, but they needed to learn how to feed and defend themselves. Even fight against the clans, with the exception of her Blaze. Hatred swelled in her heart as her mind drifted to his hind leg, unable to move and dragging on the ground behind him. She was sure Starclan had cursed her poor kit, after they cursed her. At least the rest seemed healthy and happy. Maybe she could talk to Aster about teaching Blaze about herbs if he was a poor hunter after all. Every cat had some useful quality to them, even if it wasn’t the conventional fighting and hunting.
The rogue she cat looked over the cats she had gathered over the moons. She had known she wasn’t the only one with spite in her heart, and she wondered briefly if the three rogue she cats she had met on the great journey would be proud. Now there was finally a chance to make this Starclan pay. She wondered where they were now. She wondered where Sunkit was now, or if the large ginger she cat had a new name. That was fine with her.
Honeyheart rose to her paws, attention darting around once again. Maybe it was time for a bit of training while things were calm.
Seventeen cats, eighteen if Mocha was counted. But she was hardly around, more of a fertile kittypet that had provided the group with new fighters. Fighters that should begin training soon. Gentle, of course, but they needed to learn how to feed and defend themselves. Even fight against the clans, with the exception of her Blaze. Hatred swelled in her heart as her mind drifted to his hind leg, unable to move and dragging on the ground behind him. She was sure Starclan had cursed her poor kit, after they cursed her. At least the rest seemed healthy and happy. Maybe she could talk to Aster about teaching Blaze about herbs if he was a poor hunter after all. Every cat had some useful quality to them, even if it wasn’t the conventional fighting and hunting.
The rogue she cat looked over the cats she had gathered over the moons. She had known she wasn’t the only one with spite in her heart, and she wondered briefly if the three rogue she cats she had met on the great journey would be proud. Now there was finally a chance to make this Starclan pay. She wondered where they were now. She wondered where Sunkit was now, or if the large ginger she cat had a new name. That was fine with her.
Honeyheart rose to her paws, attention darting around once again. Maybe it was time for a bit of training while things were calm.