- Oct 7, 2024
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@Halfsun
Promisekit watches his aunt from afar, her exuberance outshining the rare sunlight they have. He thinks her an odd one, especially compared to the many cats he's met thus far in his short life. He's met hermits, cats who'd rather claw their hearts from their chests than share a morsel with a friend... but Halfsun isn't that. Halfsun is not hardened by her experiences (kitten tales, now, to scare him and his denmates into not tempting the camp's exit for any reason.) Instead, she is emboldened by them, seemingly unbothered too - a trait that he, no doubt, shares with her.
But it is not her childhood that he seeks her for. Stories will be shared regardless of his want for them. No, it's something less tactful, less... kind, maybe.
Whoever she's talking to leaves her side, and Promisekit takes the opportunity to depart from the nursery. His half lidded gaze skirts his aunt for the many steps it takes to find her, and once he stands before her, he spouts his hard earned statement;
"You look like her."
He says it as if he remembers Halfshade. As if his stay in the womb granted him time in the stars, with his deceased grandmother to cradle him before the depths of the world could claw him to shreds. Promisekit stretches out his back, uncaring if his words inflict discomfort or hurt in his aunt; he's heard it from others, and so there is no doubt that she's heard it, too. "That's okay," he says with a flick of his tail. "I look like someone, too," someone she'd remember, no doubt, however the tales he's been told often omit the ghouls within them.
Promisekit watches his aunt from afar, her exuberance outshining the rare sunlight they have. He thinks her an odd one, especially compared to the many cats he's met thus far in his short life. He's met hermits, cats who'd rather claw their hearts from their chests than share a morsel with a friend... but Halfsun isn't that. Halfsun is not hardened by her experiences (kitten tales, now, to scare him and his denmates into not tempting the camp's exit for any reason.) Instead, she is emboldened by them, seemingly unbothered too - a trait that he, no doubt, shares with her.
But it is not her childhood that he seeks her for. Stories will be shared regardless of his want for them. No, it's something less tactful, less... kind, maybe.
Whoever she's talking to leaves her side, and Promisekit takes the opportunity to depart from the nursery. His half lidded gaze skirts his aunt for the many steps it takes to find her, and once he stands before her, he spouts his hard earned statement;
"You look like her."
He says it as if he remembers Halfshade. As if his stay in the womb granted him time in the stars, with his deceased grandmother to cradle him before the depths of the world could claw him to shreds. Promisekit stretches out his back, uncaring if his words inflict discomfort or hurt in his aunt; he's heard it from others, and so there is no doubt that she's heard it, too. "That's okay," he says with a flick of his tail. "I look like someone, too," someone she'd remember, no doubt, however the tales he's been told often omit the ghouls within them.