ROEFLAME — break the air to feel the fall.
Under a star-freckled sky, there is nothing but blissful darkness for the slumbering warrior, tucked against the outskirts of the warriors den.
The abyss does not last long, her tail twitching lightly as she is yanked into a dream.
Unsteady legs move side to side, uncertainty heavy underfoot.
She’s doing it though, wiggling from one end of the nursery to the other. Her eyes felt as though they had just opened, her eyelids still tugged low with the natural instinct to close them. There is a distant cheering from somewhere in the den, the voice is warm and full of love, but cracked with exhaustion, tugged low with underlying sadness- not that the kitten toddling away for the first time could notice all those things, all those warnings. No, the kitten reveled in the praise, in the bright love.
Ivory paws turn, facing the owner of the cheers for the first time. Her mothers features are no longer hollowed, instead they are stretched wide with rejoice, her paw steps move quick to bundle the little kitten up with a series of purrs and nuzzles.
The kitten giggles- she giggles, against her mothers whiskers.
Something wiggles in her peripheral, another tabby pelt, sunshine eyes wide as they had followed in her lead with their awkward side-steps.
She cannot find herself to care though, not as she was still being showered with her mothers affection, her face still pressed up against a silver forepaw.
”Oh Toraline, my darling Toraline! Look at all of you go!”
Another fit of giggles, another series of nuzzles.
It wasn’t a dream at all, instead it was a distant memory. A soft smile is graced upon Roeflame’s features as she is graced with her moment of peace, her opportunity to feel nothing but simplistic love. It was an addicting feeling, which is perhaps the reason why Roeflame would not be able to recall all of its entirety when she had to wake up, or why the warrior would convince herself it was simply another fantasy born of wishful thinking.
That was okay, though, because a part of her still got to be blessed with it.
Soon, however, the warmth would turn into a different kind, and Roeflame would subconsciously kick a leg out in an attempt to cool herself off.
The gentle smile remains though, even as the fever tries desperately to take it away.
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Under a star-freckled sky, there is nothing but blissful darkness for the slumbering warrior, tucked against the outskirts of the warriors den.
The abyss does not last long, her tail twitching lightly as she is yanked into a dream.
Unsteady legs move side to side, uncertainty heavy underfoot.
She’s doing it though, wiggling from one end of the nursery to the other. Her eyes felt as though they had just opened, her eyelids still tugged low with the natural instinct to close them. There is a distant cheering from somewhere in the den, the voice is warm and full of love, but cracked with exhaustion, tugged low with underlying sadness- not that the kitten toddling away for the first time could notice all those things, all those warnings. No, the kitten reveled in the praise, in the bright love.
Ivory paws turn, facing the owner of the cheers for the first time. Her mothers features are no longer hollowed, instead they are stretched wide with rejoice, her paw steps move quick to bundle the little kitten up with a series of purrs and nuzzles.
The kitten giggles- she giggles, against her mothers whiskers.
Something wiggles in her peripheral, another tabby pelt, sunshine eyes wide as they had followed in her lead with their awkward side-steps.
She cannot find herself to care though, not as she was still being showered with her mothers affection, her face still pressed up against a silver forepaw.
”Oh Toraline, my darling Toraline! Look at all of you go!”
Another fit of giggles, another series of nuzzles.
It wasn’t a dream at all, instead it was a distant memory. A soft smile is graced upon Roeflame’s features as she is graced with her moment of peace, her opportunity to feel nothing but simplistic love. It was an addicting feeling, which is perhaps the reason why Roeflame would not be able to recall all of its entirety when she had to wake up, or why the warrior would convince herself it was simply another fantasy born of wishful thinking.
That was okay, though, because a part of her still got to be blessed with it.
Soon, however, the warmth would turn into a different kind, and Roeflame would subconsciously kick a leg out in an attempt to cool herself off.
The gentle smile remains though, even as the fever tries desperately to take it away.
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