Post by Broadwaykat on Jun 6, 2019 23:03:24 GMT
Nettletooth would never forget how she had nearly lost her first litter to savage weather. She knew what some of her clanmates said behind her back - that it would have been her own fault, walking away at a time when the waters swept through camp. It had taken with it other kits, other cats - but not hers. Even though they had been barely old enough to care for themselves, they had survived without her -
Proof that her breeding was somehow superior, even if she did say so herself.
Now, Murkdusk and Hawthornhowl were perfect warriors - cats she was proud of. She was moons older herself, and wiser - but when the weather grew wild as Newleaf slowly crawled towards the most plentiful of seasons, she couldn't stop the little hitch in her chest at the thought of some wild-born catastrophe ruining what she had worked towards.
She had grandkits now, after all - no matter what little she thought for them other, at least she knew Murkdusk would train them well. And she of course would be watching from the wings. But there was an itch in the back of her mind that continued to tell her she could do more - she could, and should, do better even.
She was not too old yet; perhaps a few moons slower, but hardly ready to put her paws up. She had managed to mold Maplefire into a competent warrior against all odds. But for the first time in several moons, she found her paws empty with something other than regular warrior duties, and she found herself, well...almost bored.
It all seemed to come to a head one day, when she found herself splitting off from her hunting patrol while the clouds above turned almost as dark as her own thoughts. When the first few drops of rain began to fall, she shook herself and scrambled towards the first shelter she could find - the Twoleg monstrosity which took up a good chunk of their lands.
"Who in their right minds would build a nest like this?!" She hissed beneath her breath as she shook away what little water had permeated her pelt, glaring up at what little slits of sky she could make out through rotting barn wood. So enclosed; it made her skin crawl. But for now, it was better than getting soaked.
KingHarry
Proof that her breeding was somehow superior, even if she did say so herself.
Now, Murkdusk and Hawthornhowl were perfect warriors - cats she was proud of. She was moons older herself, and wiser - but when the weather grew wild as Newleaf slowly crawled towards the most plentiful of seasons, she couldn't stop the little hitch in her chest at the thought of some wild-born catastrophe ruining what she had worked towards.
She had grandkits now, after all - no matter what little she thought for them other, at least she knew Murkdusk would train them well. And she of course would be watching from the wings. But there was an itch in the back of her mind that continued to tell her she could do more - she could, and should, do better even.
She was not too old yet; perhaps a few moons slower, but hardly ready to put her paws up. She had managed to mold Maplefire into a competent warrior against all odds. But for the first time in several moons, she found her paws empty with something other than regular warrior duties, and she found herself, well...almost bored.
It all seemed to come to a head one day, when she found herself splitting off from her hunting patrol while the clouds above turned almost as dark as her own thoughts. When the first few drops of rain began to fall, she shook herself and scrambled towards the first shelter she could find - the Twoleg monstrosity which took up a good chunk of their lands.
"Who in their right minds would build a nest like this?!" She hissed beneath her breath as she shook away what little water had permeated her pelt, glaring up at what little slits of sky she could make out through rotting barn wood. So enclosed; it made her skin crawl. But for now, it was better than getting soaked.
KingHarry
