- Feb 7, 2024
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It had been sudden, unexpected, yet it came unannounced and uninvited. Death had yet again come to claim its prize to make the living pay. For everyone it was always the first time to experience the cold aftermath after death's unwelcomed kiss. That day it had just been another normal day but chaos had like a plague stormed into the camp, familliar and unfamilliar faces being the cause of this catastrophic day that would change one kit's life forever. Former clanmates now scorched as enemies. Like a livid storm they had attacked with victious intentions.
Ones brother having fought so bravery for the clan, to protect everything they hold dear only to lose their life along the line. A mother who had left the safety of the nursery in a desperate attempt to save their grown up baby, and the one left behind had been the forgotten child who was now suddenly orphaned. With two innocent eyes had watched the slaughter which had tainted the kit's eyes blood red. Pure and innocent no more. Four months old and life changed just like that. Family ript apart,shattered....and left was him with emptiness as their company.
Everyone had been in a rush, a hurry to see who had made it or not. To busy to notice, to care about the two bodies bleeding beside one another. Small paws had crept closer, hesitant and slow but moving forward until freezing right in front of the bodies to stare, and stare...and stare. It was almost like a game of waiting. Like if standing there long enough the two bodies would rise from their graves and together they could have laughted at death. But no such thing happend, just still, cold, lifeless bodies. No matter how long nothing happend, nothing changed not even when the kit dared to move the mother's body with a low plea to wake up, but still nothing. Indifferent to the touch.
Unable to decide what to do (how was he supposed to know?) Volatilekit, the kit's name had moved closer to the two bodies to place himself down at the cold ground in the blood to rest among them. Maybe then death would come to him as well so he could reunite with the only two who had ever adored him.
It had started to rain he rememberd. Even with the sun scorching down their backs, to blind them like a distraction with the awful beaming light. To the rest of the world it might have shined that day for all he knew but to Volatilekit it had been raining...his world was still raining until this day. Would it ever stop?
Days had passed since then, but for the kit time had stopped entirely. Even now he remained in the same spot where the mother and brother had got slaughtered days ago... staring at the empty spot, the hollowish existence of imaginaring bodies. Not speaking, food untouched and ignored. The world around had lost its importance. He did not wish to be anywhere where the sun touched, cursing it even for it's existence. Death seemed all the more alluring and tempting. It had always been that way, now more then ever before.
Ones brother having fought so bravery for the clan, to protect everything they hold dear only to lose their life along the line. A mother who had left the safety of the nursery in a desperate attempt to save their grown up baby, and the one left behind had been the forgotten child who was now suddenly orphaned. With two innocent eyes had watched the slaughter which had tainted the kit's eyes blood red. Pure and innocent no more. Four months old and life changed just like that. Family ript apart,shattered....and left was him with emptiness as their company.
Everyone had been in a rush, a hurry to see who had made it or not. To busy to notice, to care about the two bodies bleeding beside one another. Small paws had crept closer, hesitant and slow but moving forward until freezing right in front of the bodies to stare, and stare...and stare. It was almost like a game of waiting. Like if standing there long enough the two bodies would rise from their graves and together they could have laughted at death. But no such thing happend, just still, cold, lifeless bodies. No matter how long nothing happend, nothing changed not even when the kit dared to move the mother's body with a low plea to wake up, but still nothing. Indifferent to the touch.
Unable to decide what to do (how was he supposed to know?) Volatilekit, the kit's name had moved closer to the two bodies to place himself down at the cold ground in the blood to rest among them. Maybe then death would come to him as well so he could reunite with the only two who had ever adored him.
It had started to rain he rememberd. Even with the sun scorching down their backs, to blind them like a distraction with the awful beaming light. To the rest of the world it might have shined that day for all he knew but to Volatilekit it had been raining...his world was still raining until this day. Would it ever stop?
Days had passed since then, but for the kit time had stopped entirely. Even now he remained in the same spot where the mother and brother had got slaughtered days ago... staring at the empty spot, the hollowish existence of imaginaring bodies. Not speaking, food untouched and ignored. The world around had lost its importance. He did not wish to be anywhere where the sun touched, cursing it even for it's existence. Death seemed all the more alluring and tempting. It had always been that way, now more then ever before.
