- Oct 17, 2022
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✧ ✧ (=˃ᆺ˂=) - iridescent opal, "familial", Hazecloud
Silverpelt peeked through the dusk. Pinks and purples faded to the beautiful midnight blue ahead. White paws trek through sleet, crunching it and leaving shallow dents on the surface. Snow had given up a bit - it did not storm every day. The moon shines through icicles, shining an iridescent opal through cracked ice. She remembers to warn the others of them and shakes the thoughts of cats impaled by ice from her head.
Into camp. The air feels warmer already.
Cats lay around, sharing meals and tongues. She gives a smile with her eyes in passing. Bounceheart shoulders through the nursery, trying to offer the hare to the queens
'We've all eaten, thank you.' A queen says.
A late catch to be eaten alone. Hazecloud and the kits were well taken care of - forefront of everyone's mind when considering mouths to feed. On second thought, she heads to the elders den. Half of them were settling into their nests, while those that were not in the infirmary licked bones clean.
'Wisdom teaches you to eat the marrow,' one crowed. He cracks the bone, stripping the insides with browned teeth.
She takes note. Not wishing to eat her rabbit in a corner of the elders' den, she heads to a corner of camp.
RiverClan was a familial unit. Without any blood relatives here, the tabby still felt part of a bigger purpose. That purpose was usually to keep her 'family' full, or at least not starving.
That hare was an unsatisfying meal, but only because she had no one to share it with.
Silverpelt peeked through the dusk. Pinks and purples faded to the beautiful midnight blue ahead. White paws trek through sleet, crunching it and leaving shallow dents on the surface. Snow had given up a bit - it did not storm every day. The moon shines through icicles, shining an iridescent opal through cracked ice. She remembers to warn the others of them and shakes the thoughts of cats impaled by ice from her head.
Into camp. The air feels warmer already.
Cats lay around, sharing meals and tongues. She gives a smile with her eyes in passing. Bounceheart shoulders through the nursery, trying to offer the hare to the queens
'We've all eaten, thank you.' A queen says.
A late catch to be eaten alone. Hazecloud and the kits were well taken care of - forefront of everyone's mind when considering mouths to feed. On second thought, she heads to the elders den. Half of them were settling into their nests, while those that were not in the infirmary licked bones clean.
'Wisdom teaches you to eat the marrow,' one crowed. He cracks the bone, stripping the insides with browned teeth.
She takes note. Not wishing to eat her rabbit in a corner of the elders' den, she heads to a corner of camp.
RiverClan was a familial unit. Without any blood relatives here, the tabby still felt part of a bigger purpose. That purpose was usually to keep her 'family' full, or at least not starving.
That hare was an unsatisfying meal, but only because she had no one to share it with.