- Oct 15, 2024
- 9
- 3
- 3
It's been one full day. One day since their mother left them at the border, one day since ThunderClanners ushered them both into their camp. A whole night of shivering, curled up against Rosekit's flank within the dim, oaken warmth of the nursery, nearby soft-furred queens and their snuffling kittens. And now the sun creeps above the horizon, and Scarkit's purpose is really, truly dawning.
The nursery is...nice. There's way more space than any of the hovels that they've stayed in before. Curiously, Scarkit tests the leaf-milled floor beneath her paws and finds it strangely soft. It smells rich, she thinks. Like hickory and pine.
ThunderClan leads warm, full lives surrounded by comfort. Scarkit never really understood what that meant. Now, though, she's starting to get it.
Wide, headlight-yellow eyes turn toward Rosekit, Scarkit's own emaciated body angled toward the den's chilly, silver maw. She waits for her sister to march ahead like she always does, and together they climb outside.
Instantly, the fur around Scarkit's tiny body fluffs up, though her thin pelt does little to stave the cold. Surrounding them are high walls of bramble. Beyond them, heavy clusters of ferns and piles of snow. And the trees! Scarkit can follow the tree trunks all the way up to the sky, until she has to crane her neck in half to glimpse at their spiky green peaks stabbing at the sky. "...Woah," she whispers, feeling impossibly small.
// pls wait for @Rosekit ❀ < 3