Post by GnawingOnIce on Sept 27, 2019 1:33:10 GMT
Cedarleap jerked her head away from Eveningstar with a snarl and toward where the elders were seated. She couldn’t put her paw on it, but she thought Eveningstar would never be like this. None of them could of guessed this would have happened. She didn’t understand. Unless...
The demoted medicine cat put her thoughts aside for now. She looked with a sideways glance to Ambershine, a fellow munchkin cat, with sympathy in her eyes. Her eyes trailed over the scarred siblings who could not feel pain. Their disfigured faces and missing eyes and ears. Then her gaze settled on Tanglespring. Ever since Tansysong had brought him into camp and gave him his name, she knew something wasn’t right with him. Not in his personality, but in his history. Something dark stood in his shadow and walked with him, though he didn’t realize it. She prayed to StarClan he wouldn’t channel it now. Any time but now. She slowly blinked at him before turning away and trudging toward Rueshine and Shadowstorm.
Tanglespring flattened his ears against his head at the odd look from Cedarleap, and from Eveningstar’s words. He had no idea how to feel. For a long time, he stood there, felt his heart jackhammering against his ribs, with wide, terrified eyes.
Part of him wanted to whoop and shout for Tansysong, who had just been promoted deputy. The she-cat who was proudest of him and who he felt most connected to, through a force he couldn’t yet explain. The other part of him wanted to tear Eveningstar to shreds for thinking he could just... just throw his foster siblings away like that! The better part of him would never stand for it.
So, he looked at Tansysong, then made his way to Honeyfern. The tom who had taught him without words and was one of his first friends. Then, he began to walk toward the camp entrance. ”Honeyfern.” Tanglespring beckoned him, trotting to catch up with him, ”Honeyfern,” he said a little more sternly, jumping in front of his foster brother’s path and looking him in the eye, “where are you going?”
Tanglespring’s eyes were nothing but soft and sympathetic with underlying hurt. He didn’t want Honeyfern to up and leave. He didn’t want to lose him, not like this, at least. Not after Leafeyes; the she-cat who was practically his mother, and Softpaw.
Tags;; Mama
Notes;; n/a
The demoted medicine cat put her thoughts aside for now. She looked with a sideways glance to Ambershine, a fellow munchkin cat, with sympathy in her eyes. Her eyes trailed over the scarred siblings who could not feel pain. Their disfigured faces and missing eyes and ears. Then her gaze settled on Tanglespring. Ever since Tansysong had brought him into camp and gave him his name, she knew something wasn’t right with him. Not in his personality, but in his history. Something dark stood in his shadow and walked with him, though he didn’t realize it. She prayed to StarClan he wouldn’t channel it now. Any time but now. She slowly blinked at him before turning away and trudging toward Rueshine and Shadowstorm.
Tanglespring flattened his ears against his head at the odd look from Cedarleap, and from Eveningstar’s words. He had no idea how to feel. For a long time, he stood there, felt his heart jackhammering against his ribs, with wide, terrified eyes.
Part of him wanted to whoop and shout for Tansysong, who had just been promoted deputy. The she-cat who was proudest of him and who he felt most connected to, through a force he couldn’t yet explain. The other part of him wanted to tear Eveningstar to shreds for thinking he could just... just throw his foster siblings away like that! The better part of him would never stand for it.
So, he looked at Tansysong, then made his way to Honeyfern. The tom who had taught him without words and was one of his first friends. Then, he began to walk toward the camp entrance. ”Honeyfern.” Tanglespring beckoned him, trotting to catch up with him, ”Honeyfern,” he said a little more sternly, jumping in front of his foster brother’s path and looking him in the eye, “where are you going?”
Tanglespring’s eyes were nothing but soft and sympathetic with underlying hurt. He didn’t want Honeyfern to up and leave. He didn’t want to lose him, not like this, at least. Not after Leafeyes; the she-cat who was practically his mother, and Softpaw.
Tags;; Mama
Notes;; n/a