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He awoke from the clock towers chime, golden eyes snapping open frozen in the picture of old memories. Fading quickly along the edges and as the tom tried to burn them into memory it was quick to disappear from view. Leaving him staring at the dim walls of the nursery, longing for what he had already forgotten, unable to exactly say what it was that was lost to him. An old lullaby sang in his mind but left just as quickly as the image from his dreams. The shifting of one of the queens drew his attention, broke him from the spell he was under but didn't quite chase away the odd melancholy that plagued him.
Long silky tail flicking he pushed up to sit, careful not to jostle his siblings around him too much. Casting a brief glance down at their colorful pelts and soft downy fur before having to glance away. The feeling latching itself deeper onto his heart; making him fear he would never feel normal again. Briefly the thought of waking one of his siblings passed his mind, but was pushed away just as quickly. Putting how he felt into words seemed to impossible a task.
So he sat among them and simply took comfort in the sound of their soft breaths and the light slowly peeking into the den; heralding the awakening morning.
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Feb 24, 2019 18:02:19 GMT -5
"I can feel you thinking." Her meow was small but echoing as if she whispered but it came across the den like a call. Emeraldkit peeked one eye as she peered at her brother. Her deep green gaze the copy of their fathers. Now seeming a memory they never knew. Just a fading shadow in WinterClan's history.
Platinumkit's ears twitched at the sound of his sister's voice, "and I can hear your voice" a little groan escaping his lips as his eyes slowly opened. One was a bright blue, while the other was as golden as the sun. In his dream he had just been about to catch a large eagle when his sisters words had awoken him. The tom yawned sleepily, his pointed white teeth glimmering in the little light that was filtering into the nursery.
"And there goes any hope of a peaceful morning." Silverkit hummed, turning to look from Emeraldkit then to Platinumkit. But he supposed it could have been worse, Goldenkit could have woken up. "I suppose now that you two are awake I should make a quiet escape, then I can go think in the silence of camp." A quick glance out reveled the barley rising sun casting through a thick fog, warmer weather the night before being chased away by the chilly morning air. Pushing to his paws he moved off, carefully not to wake the 3 other sleeping siblings.
"Where do you think you're going?" Came a sudden voice, belonging to none other than the long-legged, white-and-golden tabby she-cat with bi-colored eyes. She stared down her brother, hard, her gaze meaning nothing other than 'are you seriously thinking about leaving right now'. Pushing herself up to her paws with a yawn, she began to move towards Silverkit, closing in on him. She was much larger than all of her siblings, gaining her father's height, yet her form was lithe and her movements calculated and elegant. She was a beautiful monstress, and she was a damn good one.
"Whatever you're doing, I want to be apart of it..." She trailed off for a moment, before adding, "please?"
"How about no." Was his immediate counter, not wanting Goldenkit to tag along. Not when she was often loud, bold, and a bit to hot headed to seemingly think for a moment before doing anything. Her personality clashed with Silverkits own and out of all his siblings she would most likely never be his first choice in company. Though logically as opposing parallels they should in fact be able to work easily off one another different strengths. Perhaps the patience to do so would come as they got older.
