- Oct 14, 2023
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( ✧ ) The retreat had been a complete mess and Hollowcreek had been nearly stubborn enough to let himself fall in battle if it meant fighting for Sootstar. He was just selfish enough to have some self-preservation still, but he did not flee to immediately follow Granitepelt's trail. Another trail had his attention and in his flight he followed that instead. No thoughts of clarity to question why he going after the very cat he had sworn to never share even a fleeting feeling of care for again.
Bloodied paws stumble across the cold earth after the scent trail, recognizing where it was leading him as he came under the cover of oak trees. Hollowcreek glanced around to catch a glimpse of mottled fur but paused when he noticed the tinge of blood. It was faint, but recent enough he could assume it had come from Harbingermoon. He steered for where they would often spend their nights alone, away from the tensions of the Clan. There he heard it, the weak and quiet mewls of kits within the stump.
"What... Where-?" Kittens, three of them, sprawled in a haphazard pile. Hollowcreek pressed his nose to their fur, cold but not like ice just yet. They squealed in hunger but there was no other cat to be found. There was no doubt in his mind these were Harbingermoon's, though. His path had led to this very stump where they grew to know each other like one's own paw. The little seedling that told him he was the father to these kits as well tried to speak but he took a step back to bury it once again.
They needed to get somewhere warm, somewhere that had food. No better option than to dump them where they had an equal chance to be found just in time or too late. It was a struggle to manage all three kittens to carry but they were so small (as leafbare kits often were) he found his fitting and started his way back for the moors. Confusion filled his thoughts regarding Harbingermoon. Had he really abandoned them to the throes of the cold where no one may find them until it was too late? He didn't think the tom capable of such neglect. His list of questions only grew when Harbingermoon's scent strengthened once again as he grew closer to WindClan's border- blood twisted like an omen once again. This time too much for him to brush off as coincidental with the fight they just left behind. Enough to make him rethink lingering any longer than he had to.
The three are dropped unceremoniously from his maw. Hollowcreek doesn't spare them another glance before he kicked up the pace to create as much distance between himself and the border, leaving to regroup with the remainder of Sootstar's followers.
// @Grasskit @MIDNIGHTKIT @whitekit
( I SEE YOUR COLLARBONE ; AND WANNA LOSE CONTROL )Bloodied paws stumble across the cold earth after the scent trail, recognizing where it was leading him as he came under the cover of oak trees. Hollowcreek glanced around to catch a glimpse of mottled fur but paused when he noticed the tinge of blood. It was faint, but recent enough he could assume it had come from Harbingermoon. He steered for where they would often spend their nights alone, away from the tensions of the Clan. There he heard it, the weak and quiet mewls of kits within the stump.
"What... Where-?" Kittens, three of them, sprawled in a haphazard pile. Hollowcreek pressed his nose to their fur, cold but not like ice just yet. They squealed in hunger but there was no other cat to be found. There was no doubt in his mind these were Harbingermoon's, though. His path had led to this very stump where they grew to know each other like one's own paw. The little seedling that told him he was the father to these kits as well tried to speak but he took a step back to bury it once again.
They needed to get somewhere warm, somewhere that had food. No better option than to dump them where they had an equal chance to be found just in time or too late. It was a struggle to manage all three kittens to carry but they were so small (as leafbare kits often were) he found his fitting and started his way back for the moors. Confusion filled his thoughts regarding Harbingermoon. Had he really abandoned them to the throes of the cold where no one may find them until it was too late? He didn't think the tom capable of such neglect. His list of questions only grew when Harbingermoon's scent strengthened once again as he grew closer to WindClan's border- blood twisted like an omen once again. This time too much for him to brush off as coincidental with the fight they just left behind. Enough to make him rethink lingering any longer than he had to.
The three are dropped unceremoniously from his maw. Hollowcreek doesn't spare them another glance before he kicked up the pace to create as much distance between himself and the border, leaving to regroup with the remainder of Sootstar's followers.
// @Grasskit @MIDNIGHTKIT @whitekit