- Jun 8, 2022
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"SUREFIRE, YEAH, THE SETTING SUN WANTS COMPANY"
The sun high above them was masked with snowclad clouds, their heavy white layers pressing the cold at their backs. Daisyflight’s paws scarcely touched the slush beneath them as she sped through the streets. She needed to find her daughter, and quickly. A day had already passed since her suspected disappearance. At first, the mother’s worries had simply bubbled into clipped queries to clanmates, then a hasty trek across the territory. All the while there was that little nag in her mind.
What did her dad look like, the spire… How had she missed it? Those questions had fed a plan. Now her daughter was straying close to the one cat she sought to hide her from. If they met- how could she talk past his charm? He had his tricks, if he wrought a rift between them she didn’t know what she’d do. Self-directed fury lashed into her nerves, wicking the breath from her lungs.
An errant glance caught the eyes of those behind her. Once all other options had been ruled out, it had taken mere moments to gather up a small patrol and leave the territory. Daisyflight had hurried her apprentice and Tallulahwing into action immediately. Figpaw’s mentor wasn’t to blame for her disappearance, and she was a capable warrior. "We aren’t far. The area I spoke of is just up ahead."
Lazily trimmed evergreens lay flush against the cobbled flank of the nest, their branches smoked with snow. Above them towered the fabled spire, its arched hollows a novelty amongst the blocky exteriors around them. A clang rang flagrantly and Daisyflight’s ears flattened in habit, aware of the tolls that would follow.
And there, in the medley of scents anchored in the frosty air- Figpaw. "She’s nearby! Quickly, fan out. Be wary of the thunderpath, monsters are brazen in these parts." The strip of tar was wider than most in the area, and the twolegs that controlled the beasts were often as blind as they came when zipping across it.
Heart in her throat, Daisyflight hurried along the snowy embankment. Ignoring her own advice, the molly scouted the fringes of the char river. A smear of burgundy caught her eye, its malignant shade almost hidden in the mucky slush the monsters left in their wake.
"Blood... There’s blood! Figpaw!" Subtlety be damned, if her daughter was out here bleeding the whole twolegplace could hear her all they like. The worst- Let it not be the worst.
/ @TALLULAHWING @TWITCHPAW @FIGPAW
What did her dad look like, the spire… How had she missed it? Those questions had fed a plan. Now her daughter was straying close to the one cat she sought to hide her from. If they met- how could she talk past his charm? He had his tricks, if he wrought a rift between them she didn’t know what she’d do. Self-directed fury lashed into her nerves, wicking the breath from her lungs.
An errant glance caught the eyes of those behind her. Once all other options had been ruled out, it had taken mere moments to gather up a small patrol and leave the territory. Daisyflight had hurried her apprentice and Tallulahwing into action immediately. Figpaw’s mentor wasn’t to blame for her disappearance, and she was a capable warrior. "We aren’t far. The area I spoke of is just up ahead."
Lazily trimmed evergreens lay flush against the cobbled flank of the nest, their branches smoked with snow. Above them towered the fabled spire, its arched hollows a novelty amongst the blocky exteriors around them. A clang rang flagrantly and Daisyflight’s ears flattened in habit, aware of the tolls that would follow.
And there, in the medley of scents anchored in the frosty air- Figpaw. "She’s nearby! Quickly, fan out. Be wary of the thunderpath, monsters are brazen in these parts." The strip of tar was wider than most in the area, and the twolegs that controlled the beasts were often as blind as they came when zipping across it.
Heart in her throat, Daisyflight hurried along the snowy embankment. Ignoring her own advice, the molly scouted the fringes of the char river. A smear of burgundy caught her eye, its malignant shade almost hidden in the mucky slush the monsters left in their wake.
"Blood... There’s blood! Figpaw!" Subtlety be damned, if her daughter was out here bleeding the whole twolegplace could hear her all they like. The worst- Let it not be the worst.
/ @TALLULAHWING @TWITCHPAW @FIGPAW
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