- Jun 7, 2022
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Basilpaw. His name was Basilpaw now. He remembers as the leader of the patrol calls it out to him, instructing him to keep up. He squints at the tom, trying to see him past the harsh sunlight, which he has since learned hurts to look at. It’s not fair that so much is expected of him. They want him to learn to hunt, and to fight, and to climb trees. Why couldn’t he learn how to sleep instead? The kit trudges along, not daring to look up because what if the sun is out there? What if it’s just waiting for him to look up to say HA! Got you! Now your eyes hurt you moron! Granted, this earns him a face full of bark a couple of times, as he’s not paying attention to what’s in front of him at all.
He continues this way for quite some time, unaware that around him the forest is changing, getting different and unfamiliar. The pines give way to oaks and there’s a faint sound in the distance, like a waterfall, though Basilpaw doesn’t know what a waterfall is yet.
When he finally looks up, he has no clue where he is, or what direction he has coke from. All he knows is he is lost.
Okay. He tells himself. Okay don’t panic. Mama told you if you get lost just stay put and someone will find you. Only that logic couldn’t work could it? What if nobody found him and he was lost for good? What if he went away like Marigold did? He shivers and try’s to swallow his tears. No, he was going to take destiny into his own paws! He was going to find his way back and prove to Harpyfall that he was smart! And capable! He lifts a paw and wipes the tears from his eyes before continuing on.
It’s some time before he stumbles upon another thing he hasn’t seen before. The sun is setting low in the sky, though he doesn’t look at it, he’s learned his lesson all right! He puts his paw out tentatively, touching the hard black surface before him with a cautious foot. When his fur doesn’t melt and the path doesn’t bite him he assumes it is safe to tread on.
Well this was turning into quite the predicament. He was hungry, he was lost and he was scared. It was going to be nighttime soon and all he could think about was how badly he wanted to curl back up in his nest. He lets out a whimper and then a barely suppressed sob and then he is crying. Bawling. He curls up on the black path, still warmed by the hot day time sun and sobs into his paws.
Not long into his crying there is a noise that makes him look abruptly up. A roaring like the one he had heard before. The ground trembles beneath him and then he sees it.
It’s perhaps the scariest thing he has ever seen in his life. Big hulking body on black paws that beat at the ground and eyes that are shining in the fleeting daytime. It’s blinding, just like the sun, but he cannot look away he is so gripped by fear. His body locks up and his feet refuse to move.
He braces for impact.
// @HOWLING WIND
He continues this way for quite some time, unaware that around him the forest is changing, getting different and unfamiliar. The pines give way to oaks and there’s a faint sound in the distance, like a waterfall, though Basilpaw doesn’t know what a waterfall is yet.
When he finally looks up, he has no clue where he is, or what direction he has coke from. All he knows is he is lost.
Okay. He tells himself. Okay don’t panic. Mama told you if you get lost just stay put and someone will find you. Only that logic couldn’t work could it? What if nobody found him and he was lost for good? What if he went away like Marigold did? He shivers and try’s to swallow his tears. No, he was going to take destiny into his own paws! He was going to find his way back and prove to Harpyfall that he was smart! And capable! He lifts a paw and wipes the tears from his eyes before continuing on.
It’s some time before he stumbles upon another thing he hasn’t seen before. The sun is setting low in the sky, though he doesn’t look at it, he’s learned his lesson all right! He puts his paw out tentatively, touching the hard black surface before him with a cautious foot. When his fur doesn’t melt and the path doesn’t bite him he assumes it is safe to tread on.
Well this was turning into quite the predicament. He was hungry, he was lost and he was scared. It was going to be nighttime soon and all he could think about was how badly he wanted to curl back up in his nest. He lets out a whimper and then a barely suppressed sob and then he is crying. Bawling. He curls up on the black path, still warmed by the hot day time sun and sobs into his paws.
Not long into his crying there is a noise that makes him look abruptly up. A roaring like the one he had heard before. The ground trembles beneath him and then he sees it.
It’s perhaps the scariest thing he has ever seen in his life. Big hulking body on black paws that beat at the ground and eyes that are shining in the fleeting daytime. It’s blinding, just like the sun, but he cannot look away he is so gripped by fear. His body locks up and his feet refuse to move.
He braces for impact.
// @HOWLING WIND
