We Will Go On Feb 23, 2019 23:16:15 GMT
Post by Ava on Feb 23, 2019 23:16:15 GMT
To say Screech was scared as he walked away from his lifelong home would be an understatement. No, no, Screech was terrified. Petrified. Horrified. And as frightened as he was, he felt an ungodly amount of other emotions, too. Curiosity at what their lives beyond this held. Confusion at whatever had happened back there. And finally, the realization that they would never go back to their home, never visit that waterfall again. Never hold another ceremony, never have another Telling beneath the ancient ancestor. Never would another litter of kits be born in the collapsed nursery, nor would they be named full members of the tribe in that camp. But their customs would still live on, right? Just because they lost their home didn't mean they had to lose their ways. Actually... they lost more than their home. They lost their hope, their faith that the Tribe of Endless Hunting would always be watching over them, guiding them, helping them through the toughest times. What an inconvenience, losing their faith at such a time when they needed their ancestors most.
He snapped out of his thoughts, slowing down and flicking his ears as he awaited the rest of his tribe- no, the tribe. He wasn't Firstspeaker, nor did he believe he was, nor did he particularly want to be. He wasn't Talon, swooping in to claim leadership like a power-hungry puma. Now, he decided, was not the time to think of how greatly he missed Firstspeaker or how greatly he disliked Talon, but rather to be here to help the tribe and guide them. He noticed a small she-kit, held in the jaws of a meek prey-hunter, and he smiled down at her warmly. Ah, new life in the tribe. As much as he loved it, it hurt him a little to know how much pain she would have to go through, being a kit as they took a journey to who knows where. Perhaps Shadow would have a sign of some sort and help the tribe through these hardships. Perhaps everything, in the end, would be alright. Screech wasn't a pessimist (nor optimist for that matter), and he wanted to believe that things would actually be okay. But he couldn't confirm that for anyone, as much as he wanted to. Their fate rested in the paws of their ancestors and the bravery that they needed to get through this.