- Jun 7, 2022
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BORN TO FIND THAT GREAT UNKNOWN ⋆⁺₊⋆
It had been a couple of days since she had moved back into the warrior's den. As she started to drift off to sleep, she wondered how her kits were doing in their separate den. She missed them beside her...her nest felt empty, despite Flycatcher now being beside her. Instead of the cute, small sounds of her kits sleeping, grunts and snores filled the den. She would lift her head, and glance towards the den's exit, before finally settling down for the night, drifting off into the darkness of slumber.
A mouse! It's so close...Just a few pawsteps away, what an easy catch! She would think to herself as she creeped along the forest floor. With a powerful pounce she would propel herself towards the unsuspecting creature, killing it swiftly. Flamewhisker drew her head back in triumph, and she picked it up to bury it for later. She padded to a nearby tree, and began to dig a hole...however, her efforts were paused as she heard something coming from the direction of the camp.
Barking.
Her throat tightened, and she launched herself towards the sound. She claws viciously grasped the ground each time a single paw touched the surface, desperately doing everything she could to try to get back home faster. The barking was louder now, she could smell their fowl stench, their hot breath making the area warm. As she crashed through the camp's clearing, she found that it wasn't their camp at all. It was a rock wall that she knew all too well. Raising her gaze, she looked up at the ledges that the dogs were underneath. Up top stood her two children, crying in fear as the dogs tried to jump up at them. My kits...not my kits... she thought to herself, watching in horror.
Without thinking, she let out a yowl to get the dogs attention. She had to get them away from here...just like her mother had for her. Once she was certain they were all following, she spun around and raced off into the forest as fast as she could.
Her sides hurt as they begged for air, and the world around her seemed to be collapsing in. How long had she been running? She didn't dare look back to see if they were still behind her, she could feel their hot breath and teeth nipping at the hair on her tail. "I'm so sorry my dears....I love you..." she would say, closing her eyes and slowing her pace.
With a strong jolt, Flamewhisker was woken up. "My kits!" Her body was trembling, and her jaws were parted as she violently panted as she tried to breathe with her racing heart. "My kits where are they? Where are my kits?" Her eyes were wide and wild as they frantically searched then den, as if she were expecting the dogs to jump in there at any second.
She felt Flycatcher stir beside her, and it was then that she realized it had been a dream. Irritated grumbles and hisses broke the silence in the den, and she flinched in embarrassment. They were not in danger...it had been a nightmare..."I'm...I'm sorry...bad dream..." she would apologize quietly, hoping that they would understand. "I'm...I'm going to check on them.."
There was no way she could sleep now anyways...She would attempt to carefully step around the disgruntled bodies of her clanmates, and once she was out of the den, she would begin towards the apprentice den. Even if it had been a dream, she still needed to make sure they were alright. Quietly she would peak her head in, quickly picking out the sleeping bodies of Stormpaw and Falconpaw.
It had been a couple of days since she had moved back into the warrior's den. As she started to drift off to sleep, she wondered how her kits were doing in their separate den. She missed them beside her...her nest felt empty, despite Flycatcher now being beside her. Instead of the cute, small sounds of her kits sleeping, grunts and snores filled the den. She would lift her head, and glance towards the den's exit, before finally settling down for the night, drifting off into the darkness of slumber.
A mouse! It's so close...Just a few pawsteps away, what an easy catch! She would think to herself as she creeped along the forest floor. With a powerful pounce she would propel herself towards the unsuspecting creature, killing it swiftly. Flamewhisker drew her head back in triumph, and she picked it up to bury it for later. She padded to a nearby tree, and began to dig a hole...however, her efforts were paused as she heard something coming from the direction of the camp.
Barking.
Her throat tightened, and she launched herself towards the sound. She claws viciously grasped the ground each time a single paw touched the surface, desperately doing everything she could to try to get back home faster. The barking was louder now, she could smell their fowl stench, their hot breath making the area warm. As she crashed through the camp's clearing, she found that it wasn't their camp at all. It was a rock wall that she knew all too well. Raising her gaze, she looked up at the ledges that the dogs were underneath. Up top stood her two children, crying in fear as the dogs tried to jump up at them. My kits...not my kits... she thought to herself, watching in horror.
Without thinking, she let out a yowl to get the dogs attention. She had to get them away from here...just like her mother had for her. Once she was certain they were all following, she spun around and raced off into the forest as fast as she could.
Her sides hurt as they begged for air, and the world around her seemed to be collapsing in. How long had she been running? She didn't dare look back to see if they were still behind her, she could feel their hot breath and teeth nipping at the hair on her tail. "I'm so sorry my dears....I love you..." she would say, closing her eyes and slowing her pace.
With a strong jolt, Flamewhisker was woken up. "My kits!" Her body was trembling, and her jaws were parted as she violently panted as she tried to breathe with her racing heart. "My kits where are they? Where are my kits?" Her eyes were wide and wild as they frantically searched then den, as if she were expecting the dogs to jump in there at any second.
She felt Flycatcher stir beside her, and it was then that she realized it had been a dream. Irritated grumbles and hisses broke the silence in the den, and she flinched in embarrassment. They were not in danger...it had been a nightmare..."I'm...I'm sorry...bad dream..." she would apologize quietly, hoping that they would understand. "I'm...I'm going to check on them.."
There was no way she could sleep now anyways...She would attempt to carefully step around the disgruntled bodies of her clanmates, and once she was out of the den, she would begin towards the apprentice den. Even if it had been a dream, she still needed to make sure they were alright. Quietly she would peak her head in, quickly picking out the sleeping bodies of Stormpaw and Falconpaw.
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