- Mar 28, 2023
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ACORNKIT — the cow jumped over the moon .
[ TW for trauma / disturbing content ]
Sleep something that had come in waves all of Acornkit’s young life. Waning and waxing, waning… and waxing.
Yet, the glimpses of sleep she was able to catch her often still, as if even her subconscious was too frightened to move in the silence of the forest, just as it had been in the noise.
She’s older now- she noticed that this morning, how she didn’t have to crane her head as much to look upon the warriors, how her own paws had started to make a thumping sound when she didn’t try to be quiet.
Older now… how amazing.
She had gone to sleep with that sweet thought glued to the front of her mind.
Sweet thoughts meant sweet dreams, and at first it was sweet, sickly so.
She’s running through the forest, yet something is off- her paws don’t make that thumping noise, and everything is so much bigger.
Rot and fear sting at her nostrils, and her breath is heavy.
She isn’t running in the forest.. she was escaping to the forest.
She see’s the ravine just up ahead, and eyes spark with relief- now she knew that just below lay her sanctuary, where her brother smelled of sap and strange faces looked down on her with kindness.
Just as she nears, a thumping underfoot begins, but it is not hers. A throat-closing realization, the sound isn’t even a cats- it’s an up-walkers!
She runs faster, as fast as her little legs could take her, she’s trying! Oh, stars see that she’s trying!
She’s ready to launch herself into the ravine, anything to get away from the monster at her heels, even going head on to rocks and roots instead.
Yet, little legs are still weak, and she cannot move fast enough. Pink, gangly fingers grasp at either side of her as she screams, screams so loud that Oak-kit had to hear her, that mama could reach her.
Thin claws sink into her flank and give her a silencing shake, and she watches the forest drift away with an agonizing wail.
The walker mumbles harshly, but Acornkit cannot understand it, her confusion kicking her fear into overdrive as a familiar name leaves the things mouth.
”Dogbait.”
Faint and distorted growling pricks at her ears then, and she is gazing upon the rippling face of her worst fear.
"No! no! I’m Acornkit! I have a home! No!" She shrieks uselessly as she is tossed into the jaws of the beast.
Everything goes black then.
She wakes mid-sob, body sprawled out wildly as she feels for her surroundings.
Moss… moss and fur. Wrenflutters comforting scent fills Acornkit’s nose, but it isn’t enough to stifle the shuddering sob that breaks from the little ones maw. She buries her muzzle into the moss she is clutching too tightly, crouching pathetically into where her brother slept soundly next to her.
I’ll… never be dogbait again. No. N-not ever. The vow is silent, but meaningful. She has no fire buried in her soul, no ambition- even now. She only has her emotions, feeling as they splinter from where she silently cries into her nest.
Never. Never. Never.
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[ TW for trauma / disturbing content ]
Sleep something that had come in waves all of Acornkit’s young life. Waning and waxing, waning… and waxing.
Yet, the glimpses of sleep she was able to catch her often still, as if even her subconscious was too frightened to move in the silence of the forest, just as it had been in the noise.
She’s older now- she noticed that this morning, how she didn’t have to crane her head as much to look upon the warriors, how her own paws had started to make a thumping sound when she didn’t try to be quiet.
Older now… how amazing.
She had gone to sleep with that sweet thought glued to the front of her mind.
Sweet thoughts meant sweet dreams, and at first it was sweet, sickly so.
She’s running through the forest, yet something is off- her paws don’t make that thumping noise, and everything is so much bigger.
Rot and fear sting at her nostrils, and her breath is heavy.
She isn’t running in the forest.. she was escaping to the forest.
She see’s the ravine just up ahead, and eyes spark with relief- now she knew that just below lay her sanctuary, where her brother smelled of sap and strange faces looked down on her with kindness.
Just as she nears, a thumping underfoot begins, but it is not hers. A throat-closing realization, the sound isn’t even a cats- it’s an up-walkers!
She runs faster, as fast as her little legs could take her, she’s trying! Oh, stars see that she’s trying!
She’s ready to launch herself into the ravine, anything to get away from the monster at her heels, even going head on to rocks and roots instead.
Yet, little legs are still weak, and she cannot move fast enough. Pink, gangly fingers grasp at either side of her as she screams, screams so loud that Oak-kit had to hear her, that mama could reach her.
Thin claws sink into her flank and give her a silencing shake, and she watches the forest drift away with an agonizing wail.
The walker mumbles harshly, but Acornkit cannot understand it, her confusion kicking her fear into overdrive as a familiar name leaves the things mouth.
”Dogbait.”
Faint and distorted growling pricks at her ears then, and she is gazing upon the rippling face of her worst fear.
"No! no! I’m Acornkit! I have a home! No!" She shrieks uselessly as she is tossed into the jaws of the beast.
Everything goes black then.
She wakes mid-sob, body sprawled out wildly as she feels for her surroundings.
Moss… moss and fur. Wrenflutters comforting scent fills Acornkit’s nose, but it isn’t enough to stifle the shuddering sob that breaks from the little ones maw. She buries her muzzle into the moss she is clutching too tightly, crouching pathetically into where her brother slept soundly next to her.
I’ll… never be dogbait again. No. N-not ever. The vow is silent, but meaningful. She has no fire buried in her soul, no ambition- even now. She only has her emotions, feeling as they splinter from where she silently cries into her nest.
Never. Never. Never.
"speech"
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