Post by Shad on Nov 10, 2015 18:33:21 GMT
The little black kit stretched as she rose from her nest. Today was the day. Today she was healthy enough to return to the Nursery. She was going back to her family, to her friends, -to her old life, and yet she knew that things would not be the same. They could not be. She was not the Old Dawnkit. Nor did she want to be.
"Hi, Mom," the black kit mewed as Fernheart, Boltfang, and Frostkit all came in. They had just gotten the news from Ravenface. The Medicine Den was now open to all, and their kit was free to go. Perhaps it was strange for Fernheart. She had been 'mommy' when she last saw Dawnkit, but somehow the title did not fit as well now. It felt too close, too reliant. That was not what the black kit wanted, not anymore at least.
They all were shocked and horrified by her eyes. Ravenface had taken the little kit to a small puddle nearby to show her, to prepare her. The kit did not blame them. She had been shocked when she saw them for the first time too. Her soft baby blues had been broken, shattered under the onslaught of her harsh fevers. The blood vessels had been strained too far in too short a time span and would never be able to repair themselves. Her eyes were an angry, ferocious red that looked terrifying and intimidating. There would be a cute, sweet looking Dawnkit no more and... the kit was alright with this. She even liked the change. It felt right. She was not Dawnkit any longer, nor did she want to be. She was not one in 10 zillion. She was more than that, because she chose to be.
Then the initial shock was over and Frostkit was right at her side, talking a million miles a minute as usual. The kit was quiet, as always, but there was something different about her now. Where before she slumped beside her sister, trying to hide and only shyly meeting other's eyes, now she walked with more purpose. Her back was straight and her tail held high. Her striking red eyes still danced away from other's gazes but there was the sense that the kit was thinking, rather than hiding.
A quick goodbye was said to Flickerkit. The older brown kit watched the younger black one hold her head high in farewell and nodded her approval. She told the black kit she was never to come back there and she had better not be a liar about her specialness as Flickerkit would be watching. The little black kit grinned, a fire in her burning eyes as she promised.
The trip back to the Nursery was uneventful. That was to say, the little black kit marched right passed everyone that tried to greet her. She had something she wanted to do. Now. While she was fresh. While she had just returned and before anyone tried to drag her back into her old ways. She found Starlingfur in the back of the den, playing with Shrikekit.
"Miss Starlingfur?" the kit asked. "I want to talk to you." Not 'can I talk to you'. No. That was too gentle, too smothering of her own wants and needs. Dawnkit would say such a thing, always considering others first, but not this kit. This kit wanted more than that out of life. "Can we talk alone, Shrikekit?" Do you mind? No. That last bit was held out too. It felt strange not to hide. It made her feel exposed and vulnerable to be so forward with others and yet... and yet it was elating too.
A brush of excitement ghosted through the shekit's fur. Her tone was still polite of course, but firmer. There was no hesitance or fidgeting about her now and it felt good. It felt good to let herself have confidence, something Dawnkit had always held back. Confidence was too close to arrogance in Dawnkit's mind. No one liked an arrogant kit. She must be quiet and submissive so as to make others happy, so as to make sure they liked her. To let that fall away, to believe in herself regardless of what others would think... great Star Clan it felt glorious! A small smile creased at the corners of the little tuxedo kit's lips, although she tried to keep her face straight.
Yes. This felt good. This felt right.
This felt a whole lot more like her than Dawnkit ever had.
"Hi, Mom," the black kit mewed as Fernheart, Boltfang, and Frostkit all came in. They had just gotten the news from Ravenface. The Medicine Den was now open to all, and their kit was free to go. Perhaps it was strange for Fernheart. She had been 'mommy' when she last saw Dawnkit, but somehow the title did not fit as well now. It felt too close, too reliant. That was not what the black kit wanted, not anymore at least.
They all were shocked and horrified by her eyes. Ravenface had taken the little kit to a small puddle nearby to show her, to prepare her. The kit did not blame them. She had been shocked when she saw them for the first time too. Her soft baby blues had been broken, shattered under the onslaught of her harsh fevers. The blood vessels had been strained too far in too short a time span and would never be able to repair themselves. Her eyes were an angry, ferocious red that looked terrifying and intimidating. There would be a cute, sweet looking Dawnkit no more and... the kit was alright with this. She even liked the change. It felt right. She was not Dawnkit any longer, nor did she want to be. She was not one in 10 zillion. She was more than that, because she chose to be.
Then the initial shock was over and Frostkit was right at her side, talking a million miles a minute as usual. The kit was quiet, as always, but there was something different about her now. Where before she slumped beside her sister, trying to hide and only shyly meeting other's eyes, now she walked with more purpose. Her back was straight and her tail held high. Her striking red eyes still danced away from other's gazes but there was the sense that the kit was thinking, rather than hiding.
A quick goodbye was said to Flickerkit. The older brown kit watched the younger black one hold her head high in farewell and nodded her approval. She told the black kit she was never to come back there and she had better not be a liar about her specialness as Flickerkit would be watching. The little black kit grinned, a fire in her burning eyes as she promised.
The trip back to the Nursery was uneventful. That was to say, the little black kit marched right passed everyone that tried to greet her. She had something she wanted to do. Now. While she was fresh. While she had just returned and before anyone tried to drag her back into her old ways. She found Starlingfur in the back of the den, playing with Shrikekit.
"Miss Starlingfur?" the kit asked. "I want to talk to you." Not 'can I talk to you'. No. That was too gentle, too smothering of her own wants and needs. Dawnkit would say such a thing, always considering others first, but not this kit. This kit wanted more than that out of life. "Can we talk alone, Shrikekit?" Do you mind? No. That last bit was held out too. It felt strange not to hide. It made her feel exposed and vulnerable to be so forward with others and yet... and yet it was elating too.
A brush of excitement ghosted through the shekit's fur. Her tone was still polite of course, but firmer. There was no hesitance or fidgeting about her now and it felt good. It felt good to let herself have confidence, something Dawnkit had always held back. Confidence was too close to arrogance in Dawnkit's mind. No one liked an arrogant kit. She must be quiet and submissive so as to make others happy, so as to make sure they liked her. To let that fall away, to believe in herself regardless of what others would think... great Star Clan it felt glorious! A small smile creased at the corners of the little tuxedo kit's lips, although she tried to keep her face straight.
Yes. This felt good. This felt right.
This felt a whole lot more like her than Dawnkit ever had.
