Recent content by leafhusk

tl;dr -- leafhusk gets taken by a twoleg. oops she’s lived in the woods for longer than she’s been a kittypet. the memories come back every so often, in blips of colors. warm tones encapsulated in objects that don’t exist between the trees. hands that pet her on the head when she settles next...

leafhusk wasn’t in attendance for the battle patrol, even though she knows it’s a responsibility. flamestar wanted to leave the camp guarded, so it’s fine if she puttered around instead, someone needed to stick back if anything happened. it’s fine, she reminds herself, as the night begins to...

kit games were above the lead warrior (expect for that one time nightbird hosted a scavenger hunt). her paws still find themselves at the cute little obstacle course bearcloud and elkthistle crafted together. if she tilted her head to squint, the game reminded her of something she watched a...

leafhusk joined thunderclan after the bloodshed between the colonies. after the heartbroken tragedies of their warrior code, just when everyone else was easing into the lifestyle. she wasn’t blessed with a mother to teach her the ways of a feral cat. the young warrior, back then, learned through...

mothers are fickle creatures. leafhusk remembers her own in a haze of fluorescent lights, the back of her head. there wasn’t much to write home about the woman, she was distant, as most kittypet families are. it’s rare for litters to stay together after a handful of moons together, any siblings...

leafhusk still thinks about what orangepaw said after his assessment. he had tumbled over his words, caught himself, corrected— but it still hung in the air. mom, he called her. the single syllable sunk needle-like claws into her gut, filling her with guilt and emotions she forces down whenever...

’they killed her.’ raccoonstripe’s voice rings out like church bells, tolling for the recently departed. she didn’t know freckleflame personally, only that she was one of the cats under her care in the loner lands. one of thunderclan’s strongest, brightest gone, snuffed out because of a bunch...

admittedly, leafhusk fussed with her moss bedding a lot. the molly’s free time has opened once again, so this feels like a good use of it in-between lead warrior duties. apart of it is losing the luxury of a soft, comfortable blanket in a twoleg nest, and the thorns ploverhop found in theirs...

there is an unspoken horror that rises when you become a queen. it laps at your ankles, whispering fears of inadequacy and mirror images. it’s supposed to be a ceremonious moment, but the snow lays heavy on the ground. thunderclan hungers while doepath and sunshinespot’s kits tussle inches from...

when deerpaw was first found, he was a sniffling mess perched under the shade of a tree. during his time in thunderclan, that very same shadow loomed over him. the last she saw him he appeared haunted, skeletal, hunched over like he knew something she didn’t. leafhusk didn’t think much of it...

leafhusk walks with the patrol, no apprentice by her heels in the first time since… addersnap, she thinks. there’s no reason to bask in the life of solitude however, flamestar will push another grubby kit at her paws soon enough. the nursery continues to fill with needy kits, and apprentices...

the day isn’t peaceful. roaringsun pushes through the gorse tunnel, blood and snow flicking onto the ground. her head raises, ears swiveled to hear just why this patrol came back so bruised. leafhusk feels her lip twitch, irritation beginning to itch at the wisps of her fur. it’s directed at...

it is time. stars willing, the last time they will have to do this. each assessment has shown improvement. it comes in little bursts, like sunlight, and leafhusk takes notice of it. his stance, time management; he does enjoy learning. she knows that. orangepaw’s apprenticeship hasn’t been easy...

leafhusk hopes their children are hungry. she wants their enemies to finally learn that unnecessary violence won’t gurantee survival; every fallen body had died in vain. they weep for the lost as hunger stirs in their stomachs like a stalking predator. thunderclan’s council stands planning their...

snow piles near the edges of fourtrees. past the barrier, it stretches across their world in silence. leafbare is always a stagnant season, intended to be tolerated in warmth and full bellies. instead, thunderclan runs around the forest like a headless chicken, reaching for survival with talons...