- Apr 28, 2024
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જ➶ tw: parental verbal abuse, cat death, blood
Early in the morning before the sun has barely breached the horizon the apprentice finds herself within the Elders den. Her ears slightly pulled back as she listens to her go on and on. The other couldn't sleep because the moss wasn't soft enough. The food was terrible because her daughter didn't give her the best piece of freshkill. It is a wonder if Midnight can do anything right when it pertains to her blind mother. A frown pulls at her maw then as she looks at Eveningnight, jaw flexing before she rolls her eyes. How long has she sat here and tried to please her mother, tried her hardest to do everything the way she has wanted it. Honestly if she thinks about it, it has been too long. It's tiring honestly and she wants nothing more than to go and lay back down in her nest. But Evening wants to go on their usual morning walk and so she stands up. "Ready to go, Mom?" Her question lingers in the air before the older molly snaps. "Of course I'm ready. I've been waiting on someone who doesn't know how to be proactive. Hurry up." The voice of her mother is cold, like a spear of ice in her chest but she says nothing as she helps the other leave out of the Elder den. Her steps are precise and caring. Easily directing her blind parent out of camp and into the territory. Her burning amber orbs focus on nothing as they walk together because she already knows what the other will talk about. Her progress. "So how come I haven't heard anything about you doing well with your training? Then again I always expected you to fall behind. You can't even seem to get simple requests right "
Eveningnight shifts her head slightly, inclined towards her daughter as she speaks to her. Ever since her mate perished she is always reminded of her shortcomings, of her mistakes. Her daughter the embodiment of all of it, she should have never had such a weak willed mate like him and Midnightpaw flounders just like he does. Shaking her head she turns her head away knowing the excuses that will come. "I'm trying, mom, I swear. My hunting is really good now and I'm catching some big fish for the clan. Plus my battle skills ar-," She is cut off though before she can say more with a whipping smack of a tail against her flank. "Your battle skills are nothing. I heard you let yourself get pummeled by Beepaw. Pathetic."
Midnight falls silent then, clenching her jaws. It's not fair. Beepaw is further along than she is but her mother brings it up as if it is her fault. The young molly turns her head to the side then, releasing her breath as she keeps pace with her mom. "Sorry...." Is all she says as they keep walking, falling into a tense filled silence. Her paws stay steady with her mothers as they venture up along the river near thick reeds when the apprentice tilts her head up. A soft breeze blows but that isn't what catches her attention, no, it is a bigger shape in the sky. One with large wings and at first she thinks it to be just a carrion eater. But soon she can tell it is not just that and her breath catches. For a moment she thinks to call out to her mother and warn her so they can hide but her mind twists. If only to just never hear her again. And so slowly and carefully Midnight backs up, she slinks down low and into the thick reeds. Hushed and quiet as the dark shape sweeps over the area. Her mother is still talking but soon she notices the silence and stops. "Midnight? Midnightpaw where have you gone? Get back here this instant!" Evening hisses sharply as she twists around trying to hear for her daughter. But she hears nothing but the movement of the river and wind. The silence starts to worry her and she slowly takes a step forward only to pause when she feels like something passes over her.
"What is tha- AHHHHH!" The woman lets out a screeching yowl as talons dig into her body. Paws scrambling to stay connected to the ground, only to be torn from the earth. "MIDNIGHT! MIDNIGHT! HELP ME!" The eagle pulls the cat up into the air and Midnight watches with wide eyes. She feels a twinge in her heart and it makes her paws move as she bursts from the reeds. Yet her hesitation and inaction have already sealed her mother's fate. The apprentice can't take it back. This is what she wanted, right? "MOM!" She tries to rush after the large avian, huffing as her mixed colored paws hit the ground before what she sees next makes her eyes widen. High up the eagle opens it's talons and drops the feline. She can hear her mother scream before the subsequent crushing thud of her hitting the ground. The sound seems to fill Midnight's ears as she races forward on shaking legs. Her breath painful heaves as she gets to the twisted and contorted figure of what was once her mother. Blood seeps from the older molly's mouth and it's very clear she fell from too high to save herself.
The eagle twists and seems like it will come back only to fly over the river and towards the lands where the loners dwell, annoyed at how difficult it's prey was. Now silence reigns again and she sits there staring. Her muzzle twitches and a smile pulls at her maw as tears fill her eyes. She is both horrified and relieved at the same time. Shaking and trembling she is quick shake off her broken smile, taking in deep breathes.
Early in the morning before the sun has barely breached the horizon the apprentice finds herself within the Elders den. Her ears slightly pulled back as she listens to her go on and on. The other couldn't sleep because the moss wasn't soft enough. The food was terrible because her daughter didn't give her the best piece of freshkill. It is a wonder if Midnight can do anything right when it pertains to her blind mother. A frown pulls at her maw then as she looks at Eveningnight, jaw flexing before she rolls her eyes. How long has she sat here and tried to please her mother, tried her hardest to do everything the way she has wanted it. Honestly if she thinks about it, it has been too long. It's tiring honestly and she wants nothing more than to go and lay back down in her nest. But Evening wants to go on their usual morning walk and so she stands up. "Ready to go, Mom?" Her question lingers in the air before the older molly snaps. "Of course I'm ready. I've been waiting on someone who doesn't know how to be proactive. Hurry up." The voice of her mother is cold, like a spear of ice in her chest but she says nothing as she helps the other leave out of the Elder den. Her steps are precise and caring. Easily directing her blind parent out of camp and into the territory. Her burning amber orbs focus on nothing as they walk together because she already knows what the other will talk about. Her progress. "So how come I haven't heard anything about you doing well with your training? Then again I always expected you to fall behind. You can't even seem to get simple requests right "
Eveningnight shifts her head slightly, inclined towards her daughter as she speaks to her. Ever since her mate perished she is always reminded of her shortcomings, of her mistakes. Her daughter the embodiment of all of it, she should have never had such a weak willed mate like him and Midnightpaw flounders just like he does. Shaking her head she turns her head away knowing the excuses that will come. "I'm trying, mom, I swear. My hunting is really good now and I'm catching some big fish for the clan. Plus my battle skills ar-," She is cut off though before she can say more with a whipping smack of a tail against her flank. "Your battle skills are nothing. I heard you let yourself get pummeled by Beepaw. Pathetic."
Midnight falls silent then, clenching her jaws. It's not fair. Beepaw is further along than she is but her mother brings it up as if it is her fault. The young molly turns her head to the side then, releasing her breath as she keeps pace with her mom. "Sorry...." Is all she says as they keep walking, falling into a tense filled silence. Her paws stay steady with her mothers as they venture up along the river near thick reeds when the apprentice tilts her head up. A soft breeze blows but that isn't what catches her attention, no, it is a bigger shape in the sky. One with large wings and at first she thinks it to be just a carrion eater. But soon she can tell it is not just that and her breath catches. For a moment she thinks to call out to her mother and warn her so they can hide but her mind twists. If only to just never hear her again. And so slowly and carefully Midnight backs up, she slinks down low and into the thick reeds. Hushed and quiet as the dark shape sweeps over the area. Her mother is still talking but soon she notices the silence and stops. "Midnight? Midnightpaw where have you gone? Get back here this instant!" Evening hisses sharply as she twists around trying to hear for her daughter. But she hears nothing but the movement of the river and wind. The silence starts to worry her and she slowly takes a step forward only to pause when she feels like something passes over her.
"What is tha- AHHHHH!" The woman lets out a screeching yowl as talons dig into her body. Paws scrambling to stay connected to the ground, only to be torn from the earth. "MIDNIGHT! MIDNIGHT! HELP ME!" The eagle pulls the cat up into the air and Midnight watches with wide eyes. She feels a twinge in her heart and it makes her paws move as she bursts from the reeds. Yet her hesitation and inaction have already sealed her mother's fate. The apprentice can't take it back. This is what she wanted, right? "MOM!" She tries to rush after the large avian, huffing as her mixed colored paws hit the ground before what she sees next makes her eyes widen. High up the eagle opens it's talons and drops the feline. She can hear her mother scream before the subsequent crushing thud of her hitting the ground. The sound seems to fill Midnight's ears as she races forward on shaking legs. Her breath painful heaves as she gets to the twisted and contorted figure of what was once her mother. Blood seeps from the older molly's mouth and it's very clear she fell from too high to save herself.
The eagle twists and seems like it will come back only to fly over the river and towards the lands where the loners dwell, annoyed at how difficult it's prey was. Now silence reigns again and she sits there staring. Her muzzle twitches and a smile pulls at her maw as tears fill her eyes. She is both horrified and relieved at the same time. Shaking and trembling she is quick shake off her broken smile, taking in deep breathes.
