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Posted: Apr 16 2018, 04:17 AM
They had left in the late morning. Her father, Windwalker, had been playing catch the moss ball with her, she had been getting very good at it. Her mother, Riverrunner, had laid neary in a shaft of sunlight enjoying the day while watching her mate and daughter play. Other warriors had come needing their help, Wildkit had begged her parents to let her come that she could help, but her parents smiled and said no that they would be back soon.
Riverrunner was a wild one like her daughter. She was an excellent mother, fierce as an eagle, but as soft as moss. She wasn't made to be a queen though, she tried to be still for her daughter, but Wildkit knew, often caught her looking longingly at the entrance of camp, as if waiting for a chance to leap into action. Her father would sometimes joke that the reason Wildkit was so energetic was because her mother had never stopped moving during her pregnancy. He was sure that some of that energy had given to his little snapdragon. That was what he had called her.
Her father Windwalker, was so fast. She didn't care what cats said about WindClanners being the fastest cats of the Inner Clans, they had never seen her father move. He was quicker than the wind, she would have bet her life on it.
They had been the perfect pair, her parents. Born at the same time, inseparable as kits, trained together as apprentices, made warriors together. Everyone said that the only one who could keep up with Riverrunner was Windwalker, that they had been made for one another.
Yet the one day that Windwalker wasn't fast enough was the day he died. He had not been fast enough to get to Riverunner when the rockslide had happened, it had killed the whole patrol.
Wildkit had known something was wrong, her parents had been gone too long, her father had promised he would come play with her and he always kept his promises, he had not broken one yet. It would be dark soon, so she had snuck out of camp. She was good at being quiet, she had been practicing with her father, she stole out of camp and scented the air. Her mother had taught her how to track, her mother was the best tracker in the clan, she followed the scent of her parents.
Her father always smelled like earth and wind, her mother always smelled of lavender and clean water fresh from a gugrling stream. She followed the smell for what seemed like ages until she lost the scent to one that smelled like metal, though she didn't know that was what it smelled like at the time. When she got to the scene of the rockslide, all she saw was a blood bath.
Splashes of red blood drying to rusty brown, entrails dragged foxlengths in every direction by the boulders. Scraps of blood encrusted fur covered in mud, or stuck to the rocks in a gruesome fashion. She didn't understand what she was seeing at first until she found her father, he was the only one whose body was still intact. She ran to him and tried to shake him awake, only she knew he would never open his eyes again when his head fell from his body.
It wasn't until the following morning that she had been found crouched near the head of her father. Her absence had been noted by the queens when they realized that they nursery was quiet for a change, a search was called and it wasn't long until they found her. She was silent, eerily so for one who was renowned for never having been quiet for more than a few minutes at a time since she had learned to speak.
She was brought back to camp where she lay in the nest her mother had for days not moving, not speaking to anyone. She just stared mutely ahead at the entrance to the nursery as if waiting for parents to come home who never would.
@Dockers @endlesssummers @birbs @Ashstar
Posted: Apr 17 2018, 09:19 PM
endy was exhausted.
the deputy of warfare had been out since dawn with the patrols that day, trying to find out what had happened to the patrol with riverrunner and windwalker on it. he'd felt the shaking that was indicative of a rock slide and had feared the worse, but had been praying otherwise.
rockslides were by no means unheard of on the mountain, but they were far and few in between and most warriors escaped unscathed.
the stars were not kind this time. the scene was a bloodbath, something out of the flame-striped tom's worse nightmares, and when he and a few others had found wildkit, crouched beside her father's body and eerily silent, endlesssummers had ordered a warrior to take her home while he and the rest dug the bodies free.
giving them a true vigil hadn't been possible, the bodies were mangled beyond repair, and the warrior had them simply bury what they could. days had passed and as usual life was moving on, but endlesssummers found himself increasingly worried about wildkit. she'd been so vivacious and active before, but after, she'd been eerily quiet and according to the queens, refused to move from her mother's old nest.
the ginger tom sent out the rest of the patrols for the morning, telling them to keep their wits about them in case of another disaster. with nothing at the moment to do, he found himself headed towards the nursery. his thoughts drifted to his mate, a thrill bouncing through him from head to toe at the fact that he could truly call her his mate now, and their own adopted daughter, hoping privately that the day would never come where his own daughter would have to see something so horrifying.
poking his head in, the ginger tom called out a soft greeting to the other queens, before his stare landed on wildkit. there she was, staring blankly at him (past him really, he knew). the warrior opened his mouth to address her but pulled back at the last moment, feeling awkward. glancing around then for ash, he resolved to wait, sure that between the two of them, maybe she'd be better at coaxing the kitten out.
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