- Nov 17, 2022
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The dark-furred medicine cat slipped out of his den. Night was falling, so his figure blended well with the shadows cast alongside the walls and reeds of camp. He could hear the low mumblings of cats sharing tongues and prey all about them, and it made his heart ache with a steady pain. He was more of a recluse than he had ever been before and while he enjoyed it within the confines of his den where he could truly feel like he was the only cat who existed, coming out to the light where cats went about their day brought back that familiar ache.
Getting mates, having kittens—two things happening at breakneck speed now. And yet Ravensong was nowhere close to any of that. When he was younger, he scorned the idea, but now he wondered if that was the secret to happiness. Ravening blinked slowly, remembering the last time he felt so connected to another apart from Dovepaw's estrangement. In his mind's eye a scarred cinnamon tabby appeared.
Ravening found his paws had led him to the edge of the river where it came close to the camp. He looked down at his reflection, almost a shadow now with his dark fur and the lack of light behind him. Lost in his own thoughts, he sighed and lowered his ears.
@CLAYFUR
Getting mates, having kittens—two things happening at breakneck speed now. And yet Ravensong was nowhere close to any of that. When he was younger, he scorned the idea, but now he wondered if that was the secret to happiness. Ravening blinked slowly, remembering the last time he felt so connected to another apart from Dovepaw's estrangement. In his mind's eye a scarred cinnamon tabby appeared.
Ravening found his paws had led him to the edge of the river where it came close to the camp. He looked down at his reflection, almost a shadow now with his dark fur and the lack of light behind him. Lost in his own thoughts, he sighed and lowered his ears.
@CLAYFUR