- Feb 26, 2024
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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ CW FOR CHILD ABANDONMENT Under the cover of night, a white-furred molly slinked through the forest. Fox-like as she was, she slithered under and over logs and between undergrowth. A scent marker had long been passed, and the stars were just beginning to dim - but with no direction, she could not find her way.
No matter. She was exactly where she wanted. Clasped in her jaws was a small bundle of white, a kitten who's mewling had stopped many tail-lengths back as drowsiness began to take its toll. Lulled by the gentle swing by his scruff as his mother moved, the kitten's hazel eyes lazily closed. The mother, meanwhile, slowed her steps to a halt. In front of the pair was quite possibly the largest tree the queen had ever seen, with branches stretching across the dark sky and a deep hollow at its base. Without another moments' hesitation, the white-furred feline dropped her kit at the tree's base, pushing him into the hollow with a nudge of her nose - scarcely checking to see if it was empty.
"Wait here," the molly commanded. Alike to her snow-white fur and piercing blue eyes, her tone was stern and voice cold. The kitten's eyes flew open as his paws touched the snow, and instinctually he backed into the hollow with his tail tucked around his legs. "Yes, mama," the kitten replied. His mother did this often when she left to hunt; with just the two of them, it was much safer to sit him in a hollow or bush while she scoured the nearby undergrowth. So, unbothered, he watched his mother take one last glance around before disappearing into the woods, the exact direction she came from.
And so, the kitten waited.
And waited..
..and waited.
Several times had he fallen into sleep, warmed only by his long fur and the shelter of the wood around him. With heavy eyelids, it was hard to resist the cold's grasp. And several times had he woken up, startled by the sounds of the forest - distant rustles, rodents' chirps, creaking branches. For the final time, it was birdsong, and when his eyes opened again, the sky was a dull blue with a fiery horizon. His mother had not yet returned.
The kitten knew better than to disobey his mother's words. He knew even better than to wander away from the safety of the hollow, into the unknown. But his mother had never been gone for so long, even on her longest hunting trips. Perhaps she caught something and was waiting for him to emerge. Maybe she needed help hunting her prey. Could she have gotten sleepy and fallen asleep? Whatever it could have been, the kitten finally stepped out from the sycamore's hollow, and took his first trembling steps into the forest.
"Mother?" came a word, barely a whisper, from the kitten as he stepped into her footprints in the snow. One by one, he hopped into each footstep, thinking that surely she was at the end of this trail. But as the kitten ventured further along that path, he noticed more and more pawprints amongst the snow. Soon, it was coupled with lines and mounds, as if the snow had been hurriedly swept aside by a paw or tail. It was all too confusing for him to follow. The white-furred she-cat had covered her trail.
"Mom?" the kitten called again, louder this time. "Mother?" He heard his voice echo through the trees. Stumped, the kitten sat down on the pawprint he stood on, tucked his nose into his long-furred tail once more, and waited.
And waited..
..and waited.
No matter. She was exactly where she wanted. Clasped in her jaws was a small bundle of white, a kitten who's mewling had stopped many tail-lengths back as drowsiness began to take its toll. Lulled by the gentle swing by his scruff as his mother moved, the kitten's hazel eyes lazily closed. The mother, meanwhile, slowed her steps to a halt. In front of the pair was quite possibly the largest tree the queen had ever seen, with branches stretching across the dark sky and a deep hollow at its base. Without another moments' hesitation, the white-furred feline dropped her kit at the tree's base, pushing him into the hollow with a nudge of her nose - scarcely checking to see if it was empty.
"Wait here," the molly commanded. Alike to her snow-white fur and piercing blue eyes, her tone was stern and voice cold. The kitten's eyes flew open as his paws touched the snow, and instinctually he backed into the hollow with his tail tucked around his legs. "Yes, mama," the kitten replied. His mother did this often when she left to hunt; with just the two of them, it was much safer to sit him in a hollow or bush while she scoured the nearby undergrowth. So, unbothered, he watched his mother take one last glance around before disappearing into the woods, the exact direction she came from.
And so, the kitten waited.
And waited..
..and waited.
Several times had he fallen into sleep, warmed only by his long fur and the shelter of the wood around him. With heavy eyelids, it was hard to resist the cold's grasp. And several times had he woken up, startled by the sounds of the forest - distant rustles, rodents' chirps, creaking branches. For the final time, it was birdsong, and when his eyes opened again, the sky was a dull blue with a fiery horizon. His mother had not yet returned.
The kitten knew better than to disobey his mother's words. He knew even better than to wander away from the safety of the hollow, into the unknown. But his mother had never been gone for so long, even on her longest hunting trips. Perhaps she caught something and was waiting for him to emerge. Maybe she needed help hunting her prey. Could she have gotten sleepy and fallen asleep? Whatever it could have been, the kitten finally stepped out from the sycamore's hollow, and took his first trembling steps into the forest.
"Mother?" came a word, barely a whisper, from the kitten as he stepped into her footprints in the snow. One by one, he hopped into each footstep, thinking that surely she was at the end of this trail. But as the kitten ventured further along that path, he noticed more and more pawprints amongst the snow. Soon, it was coupled with lines and mounds, as if the snow had been hurriedly swept aside by a paw or tail. It was all too confusing for him to follow. The white-furred she-cat had covered her trail.
"Mom?" the kitten called again, louder this time. "Mother?" He heard his voice echo through the trees. Stumped, the kitten sat down on the pawprint he stood on, tucked his nose into his long-furred tail once more, and waited.
And waited..
..and waited.
┌── JUST THE TWO OF US
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BUILDING CASTLES IN THE SKY ──┐
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ooc - lone kitten left near the great sycamore. time of day is about sunrise, this is open to anyone :)
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UNNAMED KITTEN ✩ he/him, loner kitten, 2 moons.
⭃ a long-furred white tom with chocolate markings on his ears, tail, and a heart-shaped mark on his flank.
⭃ loner heritage, family unknown
⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
⭃ penned by ixora ↛ @.ixora on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
