Post by thornkit on Jul 22, 2009 14:14:45 GMT -5
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___ Deep in the comforting shadows of the CherryClan nursery, two dark eyes blinked open.
Though it was dark beneath the thorny curls of the bramble thicket, the hot white light that flooded through the crack of the exit stung the young creature's gaze. He quickly pressed them closed again, peeping out through the slit between his lids. What had woken him up? He'd been sleeping rather well, especially in the soft warmth of leaf-fall and it's whistling winds that whispered in his ears, so much like a lullaby, would have sent any other kit into a deep slumber. In any case, it hadn't been his mother or any of his siblings because as far as Thornkit knew, mother was still resting, her pale grey flank rising and falling along with the gentle whisper of her breath.
The young tom blinked, still drowsy and light-headed with weariness, and nestled deeper into his mother's familiar fur. Paw steps - those quiet and delicate ones that he knew too well - made his eyes open again and he frowned, emitting a soft sigh -- a thin one, hardly more than a murmur. They were used somewhat to the light by then, and the young tom turned his head around to glance outside. Not feeling at all sleepy suddenly, his ears perked up and he watched carefully, mouth twisted into a concentrated expression. He mumbled something under his breath, shuffled his paws and when curiosity got the better of him, decided to leave his mother to find out what - rather who - in the world wanted to leave the comfort of the soft, warm nursery...
Is that Sandkit... and Willowkit?, he nearly blurted out in confusion and his mind raced, the words on the tip of his tongue threatening to spill out in a jumble. He never could really understand his brother and his constant thirst for adventure, but preferred to spend his time with his twin rather than the mature Tigerkit, the speechless Willowkit or even the happy little Leafkit; his parents can't fathom why, though, when he's so different. The young tom continued to gaze at them with narrowed eyes, hints of surprise and anxiety floating in their ocean depths, as he observed them, lips pursed. Willowkit never spoke - she was the quiet type, even more so than himself - and out of their entire litter, he would have least expected her to be...
Stalking him, was she? He nearly choked at the thought.
A pair of slight willow trees stretched up from the earth, reaching out toward the sun with sun-bleached limbs. They each sported a thin coat of leaves; not thick enough to create a descent shadow beneath the tree, but enough to provide some cover for a tiny kitten that was desperately trying to find out the mystery of his siblings' actions. A temperate breeze whispered in his auds and gently stroked his tabby pelt before being whisked away by a stronger gust of wind.
Then he sat, jaw firm, as his frown set back into a softer, thoughtful smile. He was determined to solve this. Thornkit's chin was resting on his smaller paws, swirling indigo depths observing the other felines intently. After moments of being bathed in the rays of soft light, letting the warmth soak into her fur, for quite some time, he made a decision and abruptly - thought quietly - stood. Whatever their reason was, it was no explanation for trying to break the Warrior Code and go onto an expedition of their own.
... plus, they might get hurt, he added quietly to himself.
"Sandkit? Willowkit?", he called, his voice too meek - too soft and gentle, while he was thinking of the bad parts of him he might as well name them all - for his own liking. It didn't sound as authoritative or strong or wonderful as he would've liked; nothing like any of his brother's or his father. He sounded like a ... she-cat.
With an inaudible grumble, the tom sent his piercing cobalt gaze upon his siblings, paws itching for an answer to his unspoken question.I imagine this midnight moment’s forest:
Something else is alive
Beside the clock’s loneliness
And this blank page where my fingers move.
comments;; first try. :3 [ above is a excerpt from the thought-fox]
status;; fini
word count;; n/a
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