` honeydrop | one step at a time

[honeydrop]

HONEYDROP                        

^{you were born an original, don't die a copy}

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It's hard not remembering any thing and there was not any cat better than Honeydrop to know that. Her past is a blur, and the memories after that are somewhat muddled as well. For living in a place that is breathlessly foreign to you, where you must admit your entire self to the care of swift, deceiving strangers, she often liked to think she did alright.

The young she-cat, presently, strolled forward with an easiness that was effortless, in long, forward steps that only such a cat as her could accomplish. a cat who allowed such a feat gave off a very same air of understanding, mingled with confidence and laughter, that was hard to place and that might have looked arrogant, or bossy, on any other cat, but not on her. Beneath the dim newlef light that cast around her "marshmallow pelt" in caramel rings, her gold eyes gleamed briefly at the memories that suddenly flashed through her, like old photographs that she wanted to reach out for but found them filtering through open paws. Like forgotten candles that had just recieved their light, her eyes portrayed a softness and assurance, distinguished further by the touch of a smile on her lips.

Honeydrop did not have a mother or a father, this is also to say that she didn't have a brother or sister either. What she did have, however was a Bravesoul. A cat who served as the best mother and father as far as Honeydrop was concerned, Bravesoul was well into her eightieth moon when she weaned the light-colored, chocolate marked, she-cat with fur that was enviably long and silky, that had bright golden eyes like the sun that always seemed to follow her.

Bravesoul was a feisty, old she-cat with russet coloring, matched by dark orange bands and deep blue-gray eyes, who refused to claim her spot into the elder's den even when it became obvious she needed to. Instead, however, she spent her time with the kit that was young enough to be her granddaughter, playing with and teaching her new moves and talents that would have not usually been introduced to her until half way through her apprenticeship. Honeykit learned fast, accepting each new method with a faster pace than the first. There was no doubt in her mind that Bravesoul was her real mother and would always be.

Because of the close bond that formed between the kit with unknown whereabouts and the soon-to-be-elder with unknown intentions, Honeykit did not have many friends in the nursery. This was not to say she was not entirely sociable and friendly; quite the contrary, actually. She smiled and laughed as warmly as would be considered possible, her eyes still sparkled when she planned a "difficult" plan with her best friend and felt her paws come in contact with the body of a unsuspecting warrior.

However, it just so happened that because her best friend was Bravesoul, most kits she met did not measure up to her playful mother in aspects of wisdom, talent or much anything else that mattered. On occasion, when Bravesoul was preoccupied with nagging some idiotic tom or scolding some foolish apprentice, Honeykit would spend some time with her fellow kits, but somehow not finding the same exact enjoyment that her mother seemed to bring. She would smile the same, laugh the same, but there was this ache in her heart which would cause her eyes to flicker back to her mother and then bring herself back to playing wholeheartedly.

She did not have a brother, a mother, a sister, or a father, but for little Honeydrop, Bravesoul seemed to be just enough.

In her sixth moon, like all kits her age, Honeykit transformed into Honeypaw and she was torn away from her best friend, her mother, and her everything. This bothered the young cream-colored she-cat much more than it should've and much more than she had the pride to show. However, she had begun to take careful notice in her mother, how her muscles ached and how she grew tired much more easily. Under the assurance of Honeypaw, Bravesoul left for the elders den in her eighty-fifth moon.

Patchflower, her pale-striped mentor who had taking a liking for young Honeypaw, assured the long-haired apprentice that this was the best thing for her mother. She was aging and worn, and there always comes a time in which a special cat must leave them. It was in the following few moons that Honeypaw learned the meaning of absence, and further along when she learned the lesson of death. Bravesoul died in her ninetieth moon when a case of greencough spread through the clan in a particularly hard leafbare, clearing CherryClan of nearly a quarter of its warriors.

Around the apprentice's tenth moon, the loss of her mother greatly affecting her, Honeypaw's mentor began noticing a sharp decline in her progress and became increasingly concerned. A close friend of Patchflower's gave some advice and she decided to follow it on a whim, introducing Honeypaw to an arrogant-faced, rash tom named Blackpaw. He was a cat who did not care for feelings and pushed others to a limit, despite their current circumstances.

Surprisingly, he seemed to have a positive effect on Honeypaw. Her progress suddenly sped up, and she soon blossomed into the wonderful apprentice she used to be, following each direction with an ease that could not be copied by anyone else. Within moons of her depression, she quickly advanced her fighting technique, increased her speed and formed a warrior in herself that had not existed before. By her thirteenth moon, the clan deputy decided to assess her. By her fourteenth moon, she became Honeydrop, proud warrior of CherryClan.

Finally in her twenty-fourth moon, she confessed to Blackrush. She had fancied him for about ten moons now and finally got the courage to face her childhood friend. (or who she thought was her childhood friend, anyway. they grew up in the same age group) For a while, she had been thinking about him. Despite his idiotic, jerkish behavior that Bravesoul would have surely scolded him for, she was somehow convinced he was really just a sweet cat underneath it all -- it also helped that he wasn't bad looking either, quite the contrary actually. Much to her disgust and dismay, Blackrush laughed at her, then teased her for it. Although she was informed by the medicine cat, later on, that she was to be carrying his kits, she would later realize the horrible mistake she made and how all affection she might have had for him was erased in the instant he rejected her feelings, the moment he sneered those awful words. "love? what kind of idiot falls in love? you?", she remembered he had said after they had done it. he had first charmed her with sweet words, but tossed her away and abandoned her when he had the chance, before Honeydrop could even blink.

The she-cat, currently, sighed and shook her head. How could she have ever thought she was in love with him? "idiotic", she grimaced. She was quite a few weeks along now and Honeydrop didn't even need to look to feel the small life kicking around in her stomach, to know them she loved them in ways she had never even thought of. It had been a mistake with him, yes, but she would allows love her kits. The young she-cat sweeped her tail, long and elegant as if dipped in chocolate, across the ground and heaved herself to her paws, turning back to camp.

Despite the slight misfortune in her life, she was feeling light as ever - figuratively, that is, no pregnant cat could feel lightwith tiny wriggling bodies inside you, all kicking about - and let out a light, airy laugh that escaped her mouth like silvery charms. Eyes sparkling, she lifted her head and smiled.

To a new future, she thought and grinned.

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[honeydrop]

done ~

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[starclan]

accepted.
as queen of cherryclan.

kits will be posted as soon as you give me a reference picture for this one. ^^