- Jul 9, 2024
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The night's moon does not sink once the sun begins to rise. In his basking rays, she dims - she shies from the light that he presses against the earthly grounds, only allowing a glimmer of a promise to return once again. Once he finds rest on the western side, when his warmth slinks away, the moon will return. Her plethora of stars will shine again, providing the only light that the little family needs as they traverse the maze of homes and roads. And she watches dutifully, as a mother tugs a lone kitten away from something curious and urges them along. Fear pitter patters in the feline's chest, yet all she has to fear has resigned with the sun.
Pitter patter, indeed. Lovage counts every step that she hears upon the pavement. One set here, one set there. A third set nearly between her two forepaws as she, herself, creates the final fourth set. Nothing must be out of place, for their security relies on them being alone on this path for far too long. New fears bloom in her chest as the sky's dark navy hues begin to lighten into powder soft blues. Yellows and oranges streak the sky only briefly, signaling the end of the long night. The mother withholds a soft whimper as the sun domineers the sky, banishing the light of the stars from being seen once again. No, it's okay, she tries to tell herself. You can make it, it's okay.
Lovage counts again - one, two, three... four - as the houses thin considerably. She helps her kittens skirt fences that are no longer well built, tucking themselves beneath chain links ripped from the ground, or through rotted holes in the wood. She manages them over the top of one particular fence, too - but the pained whimper of soft paws hitting the ground on the other side makes her heart bleed, and she decides against pushing her little petals through that mess again. Eventually, there are no homes, no roads, no fences. Just... trees. Trees that scrape the sky, their nettles littering the ground underfoot. These woodlands, she knows... are claimed.
Thankfully, that's why she's arrived today.
She thanks the stars she cannot see. Lovage counts - one, two... three - and she tugs a short tail back to her side before they cross into land they do not belong to. The scent line is strong, and though she cannot discern a single cat from the next, the loner decides that there being a scent line at all means that there must be rules to obey. Rules that, hopefully, her children will heed to in time. Her stomach pains, and she counts the mournful four as she reminds herself that without her, her children would be lost. She did all of this... for them. Her missing eye stings, but she does not weep. Not right then. She still has strength in her trembling limbs.
"Sit still, my little sprouts. The... The cats of this forest will come soon enough, and if they do not see you behaving, then they will not take you in," a motherly threat if she ever had one. She draws her tongue between the ears of one kit, presses her nose to the forehead of the next, and drapes her tail around the body of the last. Please, she doesn't say, dearly hoping that the Clan she's come to beg asylum from does not turn them away. They've come so far. Please do not turn us loose. This is all we have.
[ pls wait for at least one kitten to post!! <3 @birchkit @Oleanderkit @mercurykit ]
Pitter patter, indeed. Lovage counts every step that she hears upon the pavement. One set here, one set there. A third set nearly between her two forepaws as she, herself, creates the final fourth set. Nothing must be out of place, for their security relies on them being alone on this path for far too long. New fears bloom in her chest as the sky's dark navy hues begin to lighten into powder soft blues. Yellows and oranges streak the sky only briefly, signaling the end of the long night. The mother withholds a soft whimper as the sun domineers the sky, banishing the light of the stars from being seen once again. No, it's okay, she tries to tell herself. You can make it, it's okay.
Lovage counts again - one, two, three... four - as the houses thin considerably. She helps her kittens skirt fences that are no longer well built, tucking themselves beneath chain links ripped from the ground, or through rotted holes in the wood. She manages them over the top of one particular fence, too - but the pained whimper of soft paws hitting the ground on the other side makes her heart bleed, and she decides against pushing her little petals through that mess again. Eventually, there are no homes, no roads, no fences. Just... trees. Trees that scrape the sky, their nettles littering the ground underfoot. These woodlands, she knows... are claimed.
Thankfully, that's why she's arrived today.
She thanks the stars she cannot see. Lovage counts - one, two... three - and she tugs a short tail back to her side before they cross into land they do not belong to. The scent line is strong, and though she cannot discern a single cat from the next, the loner decides that there being a scent line at all means that there must be rules to obey. Rules that, hopefully, her children will heed to in time. Her stomach pains, and she counts the mournful four as she reminds herself that without her, her children would be lost. She did all of this... for them. Her missing eye stings, but she does not weep. Not right then. She still has strength in her trembling limbs.
"Sit still, my little sprouts. The... The cats of this forest will come soon enough, and if they do not see you behaving, then they will not take you in," a motherly threat if she ever had one. She draws her tongue between the ears of one kit, presses her nose to the forehead of the next, and drapes her tail around the body of the last. Please, she doesn't say, dearly hoping that the Clan she's come to beg asylum from does not turn them away. They've come so far. Please do not turn us loose. This is all we have.
[ pls wait for at least one kitten to post!! <3 @birchkit @Oleanderkit @mercurykit ]