- Feb 23, 2023
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"SPEECH"
There are certain birds that, every moon, fly away to destinations unknown. Somewhere where it doesn't get cold someone had said to her once and she often finds herself wishing she could do the same. If she knew how to get to such a place she would not hesitate to go, to bring her clan with her so that they no longer had to suffer through the cold moons. No more hunger, no more sickness. It seems like such a unattainable dream and maybe it is but she thinks about it every year when she sees the birds leaving. If she were them she would never come back.
It is far past that time now, so when she trots up to the sun-warmed pool, desperate to soak in the ever-warm water and ease her weary bones she is surprised when she sees a solitary dove, its beak bent to drink from the pool. It looks up at her, surprised and afraid but it does not fly away. It does not take long to figure out why. The creature flaps one wing pathetically, the other hangs limp and broken by its side. Left behind. She had not been strong enough so her flock had been forced to move on without her.
Bluepool does not hesitate to leap forward, to snap her neck and end her life quickly. It is a mercy, she tells herself. Another predator would not be so kind but still, it doesn't feel good. She looks down at the dove with sympathetic eyes and then she turns her gaze skyward, perhaps searching for a flock that is already long gone or perhaps thanking StarClan for the easy prey. Even she is not sure which.
// apprentice tag @FEATHERPAW