- Jun 13, 2022
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Errands, errands. Always run out of loyalty and routine, with perhaps a peppering of love on the side.What love he had left, at least, if it was love that he felt. This strange relationship, where everyone told him he owed them naught, everyone told him they shouldn't be doing this, and yet- and yet... excuses flooded from his maw. For them or himself, he did not know. Birds on his mind, birds in his brain... tirelessly, he brought them what they wished despite the doubt. Despite the ungratefulness. He'd learned to live with the side-glance, the flicker of attention and nothing more.
In his jaws he held a mouse- and of course it was not for him. For them, their lunch, and not what they wanted, never what they wanted- but birds were hard to come by. Preoccupation kept them tethered, though- caught Twitchpaw's steps, hitched his trot to a stroll. Mother and father both, sat side-by side... the former rapt in conversing with a queen. Ears angled to the conversation- a gift in tracking had helped him tune in.
"It's not that hard," his mother chimed, her voice airy as archangel's wings. As always. That sweet tone of hers, it never changed, never... "And you don't have to do it right away! We waited- dear, how long was it?"
"Three moons, about."
"Yes, three moons, about! Before we named Twitchkit. The inspiration took those moons to strike us!"
Mentioned by almost-name- almost- Twitchpaw felt his form shiver for a moment. Unconscious namesake- and he had not noticed when it was that he had stopped walking toward them. How long had he been stood here, plain in daylight, still unnoticed?
"But- oh, when it did! We realised we hadn't named him when all these 'kit' names got into fashion, and- well, have you seen him? Funny little thing!" And, to punctuate her harmonic insult, she- she mimicked him. Giggled after she did it. Seized herself voluntarily, kept doing it, an impression, laughing all the while. Beneath his flesh Twitchpaw felt a river of ice replace his blood, felt his face flush all the same.
Laughed. Then stopped, like it had been nothing. Continued telling the story clinically, as if she hadn't just- as if his father had not just stared past, away in his own ridiculous worlds, dreaming of and seeing nothing but Tidespin, not him, never him-
"He'd always done that. So Twitchkit it was, do you see?" Laughed again, gentle symphony, poisonous and rotten to the core. Bile in her smile, he wanted to spit acid at her, watch her melt before him, but then- would fire fight fire? Could poison succumb to its own touch?
Fire it was, then. A flare of anger seized his foot forward, rowdy step- and the scruff of a tom wasted not a moment in erupting. That magma had been beneath his skin for a long, long time- now bubbled, rose, flowing from his nose and eyes and lips, burning them alive, scorching his parents with their own creation. "Funny? Oh, it’s funny? You- you gave me my name because you thought it would be funny?" Fevered breath heaved through his lungs, ached his ribs. But he didn't care, let the flames consume him- and hopefully the'd spread far enough to consume them too. Turn them to ash before him, he didn't care- didn't care about the eyes, didn't care about the damage. "You don’t care about me! You only care what I do, and you only care when it’s useful. You never listen to me- you don’t even care enough to remember my fucking name! It’s Twitchpaw, not Twitchkit, and it has been for MOONS!"
Bellow from his gut, a rib-shattering shout, he froze them in stasis. His mother stared, stared like she never had before- his father, too. Looked and looked and looked, and how sad it was that he would bet this was the most they had ever looked at him.
The flame would not die. "Well I’m- I’m done! I’m sick of you! I’m sick of 'repaying’ you for being born! You can catch your own fucking food, make your own nests, I’m DONE!"
Never had Twitchpaw had a flare for the dramatics, but away he turned, uncaring of the scene he just caused. Smoke billowed from him in sooty, ebony plumes, pluming murky aura in the aftermath of his rage. Down did he settle with his mouse, his own, that he had caught. It was a wonder he did not bite his own tongue off in his fervour, back turned to the eyes of his parents which still likely burned holes through his flesh. No longer did he care whether they watched.
In his jaws he held a mouse- and of course it was not for him. For them, their lunch, and not what they wanted, never what they wanted- but birds were hard to come by. Preoccupation kept them tethered, though- caught Twitchpaw's steps, hitched his trot to a stroll. Mother and father both, sat side-by side... the former rapt in conversing with a queen. Ears angled to the conversation- a gift in tracking had helped him tune in.
"It's not that hard," his mother chimed, her voice airy as archangel's wings. As always. That sweet tone of hers, it never changed, never... "And you don't have to do it right away! We waited- dear, how long was it?"
"Three moons, about."
"Yes, three moons, about! Before we named Twitchkit. The inspiration took those moons to strike us!"
Mentioned by almost-name- almost- Twitchpaw felt his form shiver for a moment. Unconscious namesake- and he had not noticed when it was that he had stopped walking toward them. How long had he been stood here, plain in daylight, still unnoticed?
"But- oh, when it did! We realised we hadn't named him when all these 'kit' names got into fashion, and- well, have you seen him? Funny little thing!" And, to punctuate her harmonic insult, she- she mimicked him. Giggled after she did it. Seized herself voluntarily, kept doing it, an impression, laughing all the while. Beneath his flesh Twitchpaw felt a river of ice replace his blood, felt his face flush all the same.
Laughed. Then stopped, like it had been nothing. Continued telling the story clinically, as if she hadn't just- as if his father had not just stared past, away in his own ridiculous worlds, dreaming of and seeing nothing but Tidespin, not him, never him-
"He'd always done that. So Twitchkit it was, do you see?" Laughed again, gentle symphony, poisonous and rotten to the core. Bile in her smile, he wanted to spit acid at her, watch her melt before him, but then- would fire fight fire? Could poison succumb to its own touch?
Fire it was, then. A flare of anger seized his foot forward, rowdy step- and the scruff of a tom wasted not a moment in erupting. That magma had been beneath his skin for a long, long time- now bubbled, rose, flowing from his nose and eyes and lips, burning them alive, scorching his parents with their own creation. "Funny? Oh, it’s funny? You- you gave me my name because you thought it would be funny?" Fevered breath heaved through his lungs, ached his ribs. But he didn't care, let the flames consume him- and hopefully the'd spread far enough to consume them too. Turn them to ash before him, he didn't care- didn't care about the eyes, didn't care about the damage. "You don’t care about me! You only care what I do, and you only care when it’s useful. You never listen to me- you don’t even care enough to remember my fucking name! It’s Twitchpaw, not Twitchkit, and it has been for MOONS!"
Bellow from his gut, a rib-shattering shout, he froze them in stasis. His mother stared, stared like she never had before- his father, too. Looked and looked and looked, and how sad it was that he would bet this was the most they had ever looked at him.
The flame would not die. "Well I’m- I’m done! I’m sick of you! I’m sick of 'repaying’ you for being born! You can catch your own fucking food, make your own nests, I’m DONE!"
Never had Twitchpaw had a flare for the dramatics, but away he turned, uncaring of the scene he just caused. Smoke billowed from him in sooty, ebony plumes, pluming murky aura in the aftermath of his rage. Down did he settle with his mouse, his own, that he had caught. It was a wonder he did not bite his own tongue off in his fervour, back turned to the eyes of his parents which still likely burned holes through his flesh. No longer did he care whether they watched.
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