Post by Storm on Feb 27, 2019 19:51:13 GMT
Hootkit
MistClan | Kit | She-Cat | 4 Moons | Undecided
Tiny paws trekked carefully on the narrow path that led out of the MistClan camp. There, a cinnamon-orange swirled pelt dripping over a white underside pressed tensely against the cold hard wall. Hootkits steps were jerky, her paws curling tightly at the earth below her as she drug herself across the rockface. Warriors easily passed through the camp entrance, but the kit feared nothing more than the roaring water at her other side. It wasn't out of respect, like the others of her clan who treaded carefully. They revered the crashing water that safeguarded their home, but she hated it. Not like a normal cat hating water, but as if it were a viable enemy to her. No matter how mature Hootkit was for her status, she would not dare try to overcome her irrationalness. To her the only way to overcome the fear was to forget the pain it caused her and she simply refused to do so. She would not forgive the loss of her dear father and brother.
As the sliver of day between the rock and liquid grew wider and opened to the outside the kit bolted past the spray of the falls. Hootkit had galloped until the sloppy melting snow was beneath her instead of stone and she took cover between the roots of the nearest tree her wide eyes could find. The she-kit breathed heavily for some time as she gathered herself there. Bearstar would have her claws if she caught her daughter out of camp, but Hootkit was nearly an apprentice and she'd have to pass between the falls every day for training. She had to make sure she could do it now so she wouldn't embarrass herself on her first day.
Her heart pounded in her chest as her emerald eyes locked in on the rushing water. It wasn't that she feared being swept away or even drowning herself, it was the emotional baggage she carried that made her heart thump. Even looking at it now she felt the void of emptiness in her soul, where her brother and loving father belonged. Tucking her paws beneath her, the kit curled into a ball and delicately wrapped her fluffy tail around herself. She dipped her chin to tuck her head downward, eyes squeezing closed. Warm tears rolled down her white cheeks and she clenched to hold herself back, but finally she sucked in a breath and her body quivered in a breakdown.
Hootkit had remained that way for some time as she tried to recover from the adrenaline and sadness that overwhelmed her. Curious birds from a few trees over finally flapped closer to investigate as her gasps for air quieted. A few of them at first, then more, they perched above her and she fell silent. She didn't fear these creatures, they were prey, though she'd never seen live ones before. Suddenly one broke the silence, head cocked to another of its kind, "What's it doing out here? I've never seen a little one out on its own here."
The others beady eyes held on the feline as it chirped in response, "Maybe it doesn't belong to them or it's sick and they cast it out."
The others soon joined the chatter eager to throw out their thoughts, how the other cat groups always kept close watch of their young or nervously voicing it could be a trap to draw them near to be caught. The tortie sat up with a sniffle, her interest now on these birds. Why were they acting like she couldn't hear them? "Uhm," she whimpered, "excuse me, my name is Hootkit and I'm fine…now," she mewed up to them. The birds fell silent for a second, cautious of her movement and mewing, but then returned to their chirping back and forth. How rude, she thought, being ignored by them- prey- like that. The kit lifted a paw to rub the water on her cheeks into her fur and scrunched her face up before she yowled, "Hello!" Hootkits voice puffed forcefully, her fur fluffed with agitation. Some of the birds startled and flapped uncomfortably but returned to their perches.
"What's it doing?", "It wants our attention?", "Just ignore it.", "If it keeps yapping its parents will get it at least."
Hootkits head tilted curiously as she propped her forelegs up on the trunk of the tree so she could look up easier. It was so strange, like they didn't understand her at all.
MistClan | Kit | She-Cat | 4 Moons | Undecided
Tiny paws trekked carefully on the narrow path that led out of the MistClan camp. There, a cinnamon-orange swirled pelt dripping over a white underside pressed tensely against the cold hard wall. Hootkits steps were jerky, her paws curling tightly at the earth below her as she drug herself across the rockface. Warriors easily passed through the camp entrance, but the kit feared nothing more than the roaring water at her other side. It wasn't out of respect, like the others of her clan who treaded carefully. They revered the crashing water that safeguarded their home, but she hated it. Not like a normal cat hating water, but as if it were a viable enemy to her. No matter how mature Hootkit was for her status, she would not dare try to overcome her irrationalness. To her the only way to overcome the fear was to forget the pain it caused her and she simply refused to do so. She would not forgive the loss of her dear father and brother.
As the sliver of day between the rock and liquid grew wider and opened to the outside the kit bolted past the spray of the falls. Hootkit had galloped until the sloppy melting snow was beneath her instead of stone and she took cover between the roots of the nearest tree her wide eyes could find. The she-kit breathed heavily for some time as she gathered herself there. Bearstar would have her claws if she caught her daughter out of camp, but Hootkit was nearly an apprentice and she'd have to pass between the falls every day for training. She had to make sure she could do it now so she wouldn't embarrass herself on her first day.
Her heart pounded in her chest as her emerald eyes locked in on the rushing water. It wasn't that she feared being swept away or even drowning herself, it was the emotional baggage she carried that made her heart thump. Even looking at it now she felt the void of emptiness in her soul, where her brother and loving father belonged. Tucking her paws beneath her, the kit curled into a ball and delicately wrapped her fluffy tail around herself. She dipped her chin to tuck her head downward, eyes squeezing closed. Warm tears rolled down her white cheeks and she clenched to hold herself back, but finally she sucked in a breath and her body quivered in a breakdown.
Hootkit had remained that way for some time as she tried to recover from the adrenaline and sadness that overwhelmed her. Curious birds from a few trees over finally flapped closer to investigate as her gasps for air quieted. A few of them at first, then more, they perched above her and she fell silent. She didn't fear these creatures, they were prey, though she'd never seen live ones before. Suddenly one broke the silence, head cocked to another of its kind, "
The others beady eyes held on the feline as it chirped in response, "
The others soon joined the chatter eager to throw out their thoughts, how the other cat groups always kept close watch of their young or nervously voicing it could be a trap to draw them near to be caught. The tortie sat up with a sniffle, her interest now on these birds. Why were they acting like she couldn't hear them? "Uhm," she whimpered, "excuse me, my name is Hootkit and I'm fine…now," she mewed up to them. The birds fell silent for a second, cautious of her movement and mewing, but then returned to their chirping back and forth. How rude, she thought, being ignored by them- prey- like that. The kit lifted a paw to rub the water on her cheeks into her fur and scrunched her face up before she yowled, "Hello!" Hootkits voice puffed forcefully, her fur fluffed with agitation. Some of the birds startled and flapped uncomfortably but returned to their perches.
"
Hootkits head tilted curiously as she propped her forelegs up on the trunk of the tree so she could look up easier. It was so strange, like they didn't understand her at all.
