- Jun 7, 2022
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Flamewhisker — I'll sleep when I'm dead
The blizzard had been unexpected. The previous day, her clanmates had been focused on securing the dens. The snow was still heavy today, and not many patrols dared leave the camp. She could hear the hungry cries from the nursery, and the thought of them going hungry didn’t sit well with her.
She eyed the camp’s exit, knowing she would surely be stopped if she tried to take a patrol out. I’ll slip out, and try to find something. I’ll be back before they notice. Surely there had to be a bird or two out there….anything to fill their bellies.
The red tabby would pad towards the dirt place tunnel, and slip out unnoticed. She had nibbled on a mouse this morning with the other queens, but it hadn’t sat well. It was growing more obvious to her with each passing day that she would have to move to the nursing soon…but she was too stubborn to give up her warrior duties. I can still walk…I’m expecting, not dying. she kept telling herself.
The wind was harsh, and the snow stung her face as she drug her heavy paws through the snow. Her jaws parted as she tried to catch any scent trails, but there was none to be found. A low growl rumbled in her throat, and she padded onwards. I will find something for them..
It was about sunhigh now, and the lead warrior had given up on her hunt. There was truly nothing out here in this mess, except her. I need to head back.. Surely her clanmates had probably noticed her absence by now, and she didn’t even have anything to account for it. Her head hung low as she started back in the direction of the camp….however, she didn’t get very far before an odd feeling crept over her.
The fur on her shoulders began to rise as she slowly turned her head to glance over her shoulder. Behind her, a large russet figure stood…drool dripping from it’s large jaws. As fast as she could, Flamewhisker whipped around to meet it. I can’t fight this! Not now anyways…she had more weight now, and more than one life to protect. A feeling of dread washed over her, but it was quickly replaced by a ferocious feeling…she was going to protect her kits no matter what…but how?
The fox lunged towards her with snapping jaws. Flamewhisker quickly rose her paw and smacked the fox across the eyes, letting out a battle yowl, hoping someone would hear her. She could distract it for a few more moments, but unless someone came soon…she didn’t want to think about it.
I’m sorry Flycatcher.
The blizzard had been unexpected. The previous day, her clanmates had been focused on securing the dens. The snow was still heavy today, and not many patrols dared leave the camp. She could hear the hungry cries from the nursery, and the thought of them going hungry didn’t sit well with her.
She eyed the camp’s exit, knowing she would surely be stopped if she tried to take a patrol out. I’ll slip out, and try to find something. I’ll be back before they notice. Surely there had to be a bird or two out there….anything to fill their bellies.
The red tabby would pad towards the dirt place tunnel, and slip out unnoticed. She had nibbled on a mouse this morning with the other queens, but it hadn’t sat well. It was growing more obvious to her with each passing day that she would have to move to the nursing soon…but she was too stubborn to give up her warrior duties. I can still walk…I’m expecting, not dying. she kept telling herself.
The wind was harsh, and the snow stung her face as she drug her heavy paws through the snow. Her jaws parted as she tried to catch any scent trails, but there was none to be found. A low growl rumbled in her throat, and she padded onwards. I will find something for them..
It was about sunhigh now, and the lead warrior had given up on her hunt. There was truly nothing out here in this mess, except her. I need to head back.. Surely her clanmates had probably noticed her absence by now, and she didn’t even have anything to account for it. Her head hung low as she started back in the direction of the camp….however, she didn’t get very far before an odd feeling crept over her.
The fur on her shoulders began to rise as she slowly turned her head to glance over her shoulder. Behind her, a large russet figure stood…drool dripping from it’s large jaws. As fast as she could, Flamewhisker whipped around to meet it. I can’t fight this! Not now anyways…she had more weight now, and more than one life to protect. A feeling of dread washed over her, but it was quickly replaced by a ferocious feeling…she was going to protect her kits no matter what…but how?
The fox lunged towards her with snapping jaws. Flamewhisker quickly rose her paw and smacked the fox across the eyes, letting out a battle yowl, hoping someone would hear her. She could distract it for a few more moments, but unless someone came soon…she didn’t want to think about it.
I’m sorry Flycatcher.