Post by Dragon on Aug 30, 2009 0:42:19 GMT -5
The apprentice blinked exhaustion from her fogged green eyes. Finally, Stingkit had tired himself out enough for him to take a short nap. She couldn't believe how queens did it with three or four kittens to a litter. Rosepaw could hardly one, as it was. Her eyes closed for a moment and she believed she had drifted into a slumber before begging paws pounded on her skull. She let out a soft moan. Stingkit was awake...
"Go to sleep, Stingkit..." She murmured, putting her white paws over her eyes. For a moment she wished she could just get a decent night of sleep without the paws waking her up, asking to go to the dirt place. Or they say a scary shadow. She wondered if she had his many problems as a kit. The apprentice ground her teeth, and lifted her head in exhaustion.
"Wake up, mommmaaa!" He whined, his tiny head nuzzling Rosepaw's soft, white belly. Stingkit gave a delicate purr that screamed how vulnerable he was to the world. His big blue eyes looked up at his believed to be mother. He couldn't remember anyone else but her. His thin tail lashed with kit activity.
The ThunderClan she-cat gave a long sigh and vigorously licked Stingkit's small body. He responded by gorging himself with milk, that make his small stomach widen as if he was a little bubble. She licked his gray ears, trying to keep this in her mind. This moment, with no squealing, crawling or nipping. But Stingkit was filled up quickly, and even though he had a full belly he leaped forward and swiped out with his claws unsheathed. Rosepaw laid her head to rest on her paws, begging that he would fall asleep or go off with some other queen for awhile.
Stingkit whirled around, his blue eyes as happy and perky as the day before. His long whiskers twitched in a weak breeze and he bounced up and down on the spot. "I can go out into camp? Can I? Can I, please?" He begged, crouching low with his rump in the air. His ears twitched, as he heard distant paw steps deeper in camp.
"Yes!" Rosepaw blurted out, a little to quickly and a bit to loud. Her whiskers were stiff, her ears cocked forward as if she was ready to march into battle in a strict line. Her tortie fur was pricked slightly, it seemed almost an odd stance for a queen. But Stingkit just looked at her with a funny expression, and shrugged not minding how he got his permission, but that he had it.
The apprentice deflated in relief and almost immediately began to snore softly. Her paws twitched her much needed sleep, and one would wonder what she would dream. And sometimes, Rosepaw wondered about her dreams too. Many were layered in shadows and dark figures reaching out with paws, rotting and swarming with stinking maggots. Sometimes, the nightmares made her awake, panting and shivering at the same time. Other times, ravaged faces flashed at random. The faces were mostly of Ember, Sapphirepaw and Shrewstar. Their features turned hard and cold after many seasons of war fare and trying to kill what she knew as her family.
Those were her dreams tonight. She couldn't remember a charming dream, simply about chasing a butterfly across a lush meadow in the middle of new-leaf. But, she would give so much to have those dreams. Even when bloodied faces snarled at her without reason, twisted into impossibly furious glares and sneers. The faces terrified her. They made her claw at the ground each time a new face popped up. But today, the dreams were different. Dead bodies of her loved ones flashed before her tearing eyes. Disemboweled, maimed, mauled. Blood still flowed freely from their livid wounds. Blueestar, Owlstar, Sunpaw. And even tiny Stingkit, with his precious head separated from his body. At this image her head lurched upward, followed by an anguished wail.
Rosepaw whimpered for a long time, tears streaked down her face like the streams in the deeper woods. How could she sleep with these things, haunting her every time her eyes closed. The apprentice felt small, tiny as insignificant as a speck of dirt. She curled into a tight ball and trembled uncontrollably. She wouldn't sleep now. She was to terrified to closer her own eyes to do even that.
Blueestar flicked her tail, her small cut still stung. She shuddered immagining how easy a would could become infected from those filthy claws. She froze as she saw her daughter. Her own motherly instict kicked in and she bounded up to her. She layed down next to her daughter, licking at her head. "Shhh," she murmured. "It's all right,"
The she-cat flinched from the touch, but she relaxed a very small amount. Her breath was shallow and labored, due to her fear that's stench clung tightly to her thick fur. Her eyes still didn't close but a flicker of warmth was ignited inside her of cold body.
"Go to sleep, Stingkit..." She murmured, putting her white paws over her eyes. For a moment she wished she could just get a decent night of sleep without the paws waking her up, asking to go to the dirt place. Or they say a scary shadow. She wondered if she had his many problems as a kit. The apprentice ground her teeth, and lifted her head in exhaustion.
"Wake up, mommmaaa!" He whined, his tiny head nuzzling Rosepaw's soft, white belly. Stingkit gave a delicate purr that screamed how vulnerable he was to the world. His big blue eyes looked up at his believed to be mother. He couldn't remember anyone else but her. His thin tail lashed with kit activity.
The ThunderClan she-cat gave a long sigh and vigorously licked Stingkit's small body. He responded by gorging himself with milk, that make his small stomach widen as if he was a little bubble. She licked his gray ears, trying to keep this in her mind. This moment, with no squealing, crawling or nipping. But Stingkit was filled up quickly, and even though he had a full belly he leaped forward and swiped out with his claws unsheathed. Rosepaw laid her head to rest on her paws, begging that he would fall asleep or go off with some other queen for awhile.
Stingkit whirled around, his blue eyes as happy and perky as the day before. His long whiskers twitched in a weak breeze and he bounced up and down on the spot. "I can go out into camp? Can I? Can I, please?" He begged, crouching low with his rump in the air. His ears twitched, as he heard distant paw steps deeper in camp.
"Yes!" Rosepaw blurted out, a little to quickly and a bit to loud. Her whiskers were stiff, her ears cocked forward as if she was ready to march into battle in a strict line. Her tortie fur was pricked slightly, it seemed almost an odd stance for a queen. But Stingkit just looked at her with a funny expression, and shrugged not minding how he got his permission, but that he had it.
The apprentice deflated in relief and almost immediately began to snore softly. Her paws twitched her much needed sleep, and one would wonder what she would dream. And sometimes, Rosepaw wondered about her dreams too. Many were layered in shadows and dark figures reaching out with paws, rotting and swarming with stinking maggots. Sometimes, the nightmares made her awake, panting and shivering at the same time. Other times, ravaged faces flashed at random. The faces were mostly of Ember, Sapphirepaw and Shrewstar. Their features turned hard and cold after many seasons of war fare and trying to kill what she knew as her family.
Those were her dreams tonight. She couldn't remember a charming dream, simply about chasing a butterfly across a lush meadow in the middle of new-leaf. But, she would give so much to have those dreams. Even when bloodied faces snarled at her without reason, twisted into impossibly furious glares and sneers. The faces terrified her. They made her claw at the ground each time a new face popped up. But today, the dreams were different. Dead bodies of her loved ones flashed before her tearing eyes. Disemboweled, maimed, mauled. Blood still flowed freely from their livid wounds. Blueestar, Owlstar, Sunpaw. And even tiny Stingkit, with his precious head separated from his body. At this image her head lurched upward, followed by an anguished wail.
Rosepaw whimpered for a long time, tears streaked down her face like the streams in the deeper woods. How could she sleep with these things, haunting her every time her eyes closed. The apprentice felt small, tiny as insignificant as a speck of dirt. She curled into a tight ball and trembled uncontrollably. She wouldn't sleep now. She was to terrified to closer her own eyes to do even that.
Blueestar flicked her tail, her small cut still stung. She shuddered immagining how easy a would could become infected from those filthy claws. She froze as she saw her daughter. Her own motherly instict kicked in and she bounded up to her. She layed down next to her daughter, licking at her head. "Shhh," she murmured. "It's all right,"
The she-cat flinched from the touch, but she relaxed a very small amount. Her breath was shallow and labored, due to her fear that's stench clung tightly to her thick fur. Her eyes still didn't close but a flicker of warmth was ignited inside her of cold body.
