- Jun 21, 2023
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The joy and relief that Moonbeam had felt when it had been announced that they could finally return to camp had been bigger than herself. The heaviness within her chest that had grown the longer they were from the camp had suddenly been lifted and the small chattering of others as they all moved together in excitement to see what the camp would look like after flooding caused the pale moggie to have a smile on her maw. Everyone was excited, and it was hard to be worried when everyone around her were not.
As they neared closer that weight began to return though at the realizations of what they could be coming back to dawned on her. Where all everyone else had to worry about was similar to what they had dealt with at the beech copse - new dens, repairing old ones, catching enough prey for everyone to eat - Moonbeam had more, and that feeling of loss began to trickle back within her, that worry of what if's and how the clan would survive clawing it's way through her as they all approached the entrance once more. Everyone had filtered in, looked around to see dens broken and in need of repairs, everyone had quickly gotten to work to make their home feel as one once more, and silently Moonbeam moved through the noise of hard workers and excited kittens to her own den.
Hesitantly she moved within and instantly her ears pinned to the back of her head, her butt was on the ground as her heart shattered at the sight. Herbs so carefully collected and placed by Ravensong were finally gone, waterlogged or shredded in the aftermath of the raging waters that had swiftly moved through the camp. The abundance of marigold, so difficult to collect in the coming season, nowhere to be seen. Eyes scanned for just a moment as she took it all in, wave after wave of that heartbreak hitting her the more she saw missing, the more she saw shredded and beginning to mold, that nagging feeling in the back of her mind that she wasn't enough, that she wouldn't be able to help her clan growing louder and louder the more she saw until eyes finally landed on the area where she and Beefang slept and it all went away as white-hot static filled it's place.
Her nest. Her gifts given to her by clanmates both alive and dead were gone. The flowers so carefully picked by paws not made for gardening and so carefully brought back to camp with softness and care unusual for cats built and trained for hunting and fighting were gone. The moss she so carefully picked alongside Beefang that they had worked together to weave into something that was theirs was scattered haphazardly around the den, feathers and flowers that had been weaved together within it ruined or gone entirely, the only thing left behind and not washed away in the mess was the stones that they had found each other.
When Beefang finally moved within the medicine den to check on her mate, she would find the medicine cat moved forward sitting where their nest used to be, tears she didn't know that she shed washing down her face as she looked down upon the stones that were now pressed together against her body as she clutched them within her paws to make sure that they were real. That they wouldn't wash themselves away like everything else had, the static the only thing she was able to hear at the moment as she tried to wrap her mind around what to do next with nothing coming back to her. The overwhelmingness of the nothingness of her mind and her den was becoming too much.
As they neared closer that weight began to return though at the realizations of what they could be coming back to dawned on her. Where all everyone else had to worry about was similar to what they had dealt with at the beech copse - new dens, repairing old ones, catching enough prey for everyone to eat - Moonbeam had more, and that feeling of loss began to trickle back within her, that worry of what if's and how the clan would survive clawing it's way through her as they all approached the entrance once more. Everyone had filtered in, looked around to see dens broken and in need of repairs, everyone had quickly gotten to work to make their home feel as one once more, and silently Moonbeam moved through the noise of hard workers and excited kittens to her own den.
Hesitantly she moved within and instantly her ears pinned to the back of her head, her butt was on the ground as her heart shattered at the sight. Herbs so carefully collected and placed by Ravensong were finally gone, waterlogged or shredded in the aftermath of the raging waters that had swiftly moved through the camp. The abundance of marigold, so difficult to collect in the coming season, nowhere to be seen. Eyes scanned for just a moment as she took it all in, wave after wave of that heartbreak hitting her the more she saw missing, the more she saw shredded and beginning to mold, that nagging feeling in the back of her mind that she wasn't enough, that she wouldn't be able to help her clan growing louder and louder the more she saw until eyes finally landed on the area where she and Beefang slept and it all went away as white-hot static filled it's place.
Her nest. Her gifts given to her by clanmates both alive and dead were gone. The flowers so carefully picked by paws not made for gardening and so carefully brought back to camp with softness and care unusual for cats built and trained for hunting and fighting were gone. The moss she so carefully picked alongside Beefang that they had worked together to weave into something that was theirs was scattered haphazardly around the den, feathers and flowers that had been weaved together within it ruined or gone entirely, the only thing left behind and not washed away in the mess was the stones that they had found each other.
When Beefang finally moved within the medicine den to check on her mate, she would find the medicine cat moved forward sitting where their nest used to be, tears she didn't know that she shed washing down her face as she looked down upon the stones that were now pressed together against her body as she clutched them within her paws to make sure that they were real. That they wouldn't wash themselves away like everything else had, the static the only thing she was able to hear at the moment as she tried to wrap her mind around what to do next with nothing coming back to her. The overwhelmingness of the nothingness of her mind and her den was becoming too much.
- -- @BEEFANG
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ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ flesh wounds
ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ infections
ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ aches & pains
ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ illness
ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ breathing
ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ traveling
ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ broken bones
ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ kitting
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ꕥ SH white masking cinnamon torbie w/orange eyes & small ears
ꕥ 15 moons old; ages the 17th every month
ꕥ homosexual polyromantic ; mated to beefang, crushing on redacted
ꕥ currently mentoring none
ꕥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
ꕥ easy in combat unless in water, focuses on defensive tactics
