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Post by Kibbles on Aug 25, 2015 19:58:43 GMT
The Young she-cat wondered around the hill. There were sleeping cats up near the gathering place. Her tired, green eyes weren't the bright, playful ones she used to have when she was younger. Nor were they the fear-filled ones when Mistclaw was around. They seemed more experienced, more sure, yet still very tired. But what cat wasn't tired these days? Everyone had been through so much.
She had just found out that her brother was alive, as well as her aunt. But she saw not one of her kits. Her adopted kit, Duskblaze was there. He looked as if he wanted nothing to do with her, though. She didn't blame him, though. While he had stayed and fought for as long as he could, she ran. She had left her mate, her kits, her clan. All because one of her sons had told her to. She had listened instead of stayed and died like a good warrior.
She wouldn't let that happen again. She would never let that happen again. From now on, she would fight until she died if needed. She wasn't the scared she-cat she had been moons before. She was still scared, but it was a different type of fear. And that fear had recently let up some, once she saw her family and other cats of the clans. Now, all she had to do was show that she was stronger than she ever had been before. And she wanted to desperately prove it.
She sat at the base of the hill, wrapping her tail around her paws. She looked up at the stars sadly. Her father was up there. Her siblings. Her mother. Her kits. Her aunts and uncles even. And she even believed her mate Boltfang was up there. And the one nice tom from Birchclan whom had fathered a set of her kits, Volebelly. She sighed a bit. Would she ever be as close to these cats as she was to those? Only time would tell.
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Post by Thunderstruck on Aug 25, 2015 20:05:50 GMT
I can't believe you're going back!
Boltfang's paws stepped slowly over the ground, the cool night air had chilled the grass slightly. His eyes were fixated on the hill in the distance as he stopped. He took a small breath and then slowly continued forward, each step felt a little longer than the last. But he wasn't paying much attention to the walk. no he was zoned out, arguing with himself and that made each step seem longer and longer, and longer.........
We have no reason to go back, we have all the information you wanted! Can't we just move on? Please?
No, I'm sick of walking alone every damn day, I'm going to go back and wait till morning, then approach when everyone is awake and alert.
And you think that will keep them from removing your throat through your ears?
I can hope.
You don't know if they even know you.
I know Starlingfur does, so does that Snowstorm cat.
Boltfang's eyes gazed outward towards one lone cat sitting at the bottom of the hill. But nothing registered at first.
Well, you might have a problem with your plan....
What's that?
That she cat is awake, and I think she's looking at you....
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Post by Kibbles on Aug 25, 2015 20:13:48 GMT
Fernheart's ears flicked as she heard paw steps. She got to her paws quickly, turning so that she was facing the cat whom was approaching. Her claws were unsheathed and her teeth bared, ready to protect the cats up on the hill if needed. Her green eyes didn't recognize the tom at first, but after a moment, her breath hitched in her throat.
"I thought you were dead... I watched them drag you into the den... How... How did you get away?" She asked, taking a few steps toward him. She looked him over, examining him. He looked different, yet not so much. He was still black and white with blue eyes. Still larger than herself. Still the father of some of her kits. But he also looked rugged, more wild. Rough, even. She was fairly sure he hadn't been taking care of himself, according to the several scars that hadn't been there before.
"Boltfang... do you know who I am?" she asked suddenly, when she could tell that he didn't recognize her. Her heart hammered in her chest as she stared at him, scared for an answer. What if he didn't want to see her? What if he didn't even know who she was? What would she do?
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Post by Thunderstruck on Aug 25, 2015 20:23:58 GMT
Boltfang stopped as the shecat ran up to him, his eyes grew slightly wider as she grew closer. When her green eyes met his and she spoke to him, he relaxed slightly. So she remembered him, that was good. His heart felt like is was stopping. He looked her up and down, quietly. that scent filled his nose once more. Those eyes, that fur... Boltfang knew her very well. Boltfang remembered back to his final days is Stormclan. The den... where he woke up. So that's what happened... His memory was blurry of the attack, but he remembered enough. This cat was there, This cat was there for him before then too. He knew that.
Boltfang's head dropped, getting slowly closer to hers. His voice was sounded off, but only because he was tired and worn out. But he knew who she was.
"I would never forget you... Never... again... Fernheart...."
Boltfang watched her silently. Did she want to see him again? He spent all these moons alone, away from her. he couldn't imagine her being here in front of him again. If memory served, they had a very hard time together, did she ask because she hated him? Boltfang was scared to ask, he wasn't sure the answer was one he wanted.... he held his breath silently waiting for her to speak.... Silence filled between the two..... Waiting for one of them to make the first move...
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Post by Kibbles on Aug 25, 2015 20:33:21 GMT
She couldn't believe her ears. It was him. He said her name. He hadn't forgotten her. She saw his head coming towards hers and immediately thrusted her cheek into his, rubbing them together. She purred loudly, sobbing at the same time. Tears began to flow a bit, but she didn't try to stop them. They weren't tears of sadness. She was happy to see him, although she wasn't sure if he was as happy to see her.
That was one thing that had never changed about Fernheart, she had always been impulsive. She always did things before asking the questions. It could end up good or bad, but she would never know until the other cat reacted.
"I-I'm so so-sorry, Boltfang," she sobbed. She licked his shoulder, pressing her nose to his fur. She breathed in his scent. It hadn't changed much. Her heart pounded as she let him fill her mind once again. It had been so long. She had been so alone. And from what she can see from him, he had been too. "I don't know what to say...."
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Post by Thunderstruck on Aug 25, 2015 20:55:04 GMT
Boltfang was slightly startled as Fernheart shoved her cheek into his, but he didn't push her away, he left a soft purr come from his throat. They had found each other again, after all these moons. After he was so sure she was gone, yet here she was sitting right in front of him, she was crying and Boltfang didn't know how to make her stop, but part of him wasn't sure he should. She seemed so happy, and so was he. But then she spoke of being sorry, and he had no idea what she would be sorry for, but he pushed it away for now, he would have to ask later.
"You don't need to say anything Fernheart, Nothing at all. We're together again... After so long...."
Boltfang finally sat down and moved a bit closer to Fernheart and licked her shoulder.
"So... did you enjoy our time apart? One long vacation...."
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Post by Kibbles on Aug 25, 2015 21:02:17 GMT
She smacked him lightly with a paw, purring still. "That's not funny," she said, leaning against him. She twined her tail with his, unsure of how to stop crying. She looked up at him again, her eyes meeting his. They had so much to catch up on. What to say first? She wasn't sure. Should they just sit here in silence?
Then something else came to mind. She had watched Hawkfeather die. But what of her other kits? "Have you seen the rest of our family?" she questioned, ears perking. Were some of her kits around? She didn't smell any on him, nor had they come up with him. But perhaps they had gone off on their own? She wouldn't know why they would, but it was a possibility.
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Post by Thunderstruck on Aug 25, 2015 21:12:05 GMT
Boltfang paused as Fernheart wrapped their tails together, if only for a second he felt like everything was normal, but he knew it wasn't. The deaths and the blood that soaked the territory was going to keep them far from ever being normal again, but they would at least try. Boltfang's nose twitched slightly and then Fernheart asked about their kits. After the attack he was alone, he had spent the first few moons looking, but after nothing turned up for 2 solid moons he stopped. He needed to make sure he survived, he never gave up hope, but more and more over the moons he became more concerned for his own survival than theirs as it seemed they were in a better place anyway.
"I'm sorry....."
Boltfang began with sorrow filling his voice.
"When i came too... the camp was empty, I looked, I really did, I tried, but I found no one... But I found you, so maybe we'll find them someday soon too.... just have to hope.."
Boltfang looked down at her and sighed.
"I've missed you so much.... is this... real?"
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Post by Kibbles on Aug 25, 2015 21:17:26 GMT
Fernheart's ears drooped a bit. Her kits hadn't been seen by herself or Boltfang. She blinked a bit and nodded, understanding that it wasn't his fault, nor hers. She looked into his eyes and smiled softly. "Yes, I believe it is. If not, this is one cruel dream," she responded back, pressing her nose to his.
"I do know what happened to one of our kits, though. Hawkfeather died in the attack. He was helping me escape and the Dark Forest got him as we were running away. There were so many, he didn't have a chance," she said, a bit of sadness clouding her eyes again. She missed her kits just as much as she missed Boltfang. And she knew many of them she wouldn't see until she died and joined them in Starclan. Perhaps she wouldn't see any of them until then.
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Post by Thunderstruck on Aug 25, 2015 21:37:07 GMT
Boltfang purred as Fernheart confirmed that this was as real as he felt it to be. He was struggling to accept it, but it was becoming more and more apparent as time went on, he became more and more relaxed. he was no longer secretly expecting her to fade away into the stars again like she did in that dream he had.... he couldn't let it happen again. he wouldn't let it happen again. Never. But as Fernheart spoke of their kits, he did too. he desperately wanted his family to be whole again. But he wasn't sure how likely that was until they both died. Hawkfeather passed from the dark forest, that made a growl form in Boltfang's throat, he couldn't have done anything, but that didn't make him feel any better, that just made him feel weak.
"I'm sorry i couldn't protect our family... I thought moving us away from Duskclan would keep us safe, but it doomed us.... I'm so sorry I did that to you I can't imagine what you went through...."
Boltfang looked her up and down, still making sure she was there, and not vanishing on him.
"Please..... Don't leave me alone again..... it was a worse hell than death...."
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Post by Kibbles on Aug 25, 2015 21:42:53 GMT
She shook her head. "Neither of us could protect them. And Duskclan shared the same fate that we did," she told him. She gave him a small, sweet smile at what he said next, though. She pressed her side to his, leaning against him.
"I won't, Boltfang. Not until one of us leave to travel to Starclan. I won't leave you again," she said to him. She licked his cheek again, sitting there at the base of the hill. Her eyes moved from him, to the stars. She then looked back at him. "Duskblaze is up there," she said suddenly.
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Post by Thunderstruck on Aug 25, 2015 21:53:56 GMT
Boltfang purred and then looked to the hill as Fernheart mentioned Duskblaze. At first his mind was drawing a blank, but then...
"Wait he's alive?! Last time I seen him he was completely sure his brother was dead... I have some good news for him. Actually, i wonder if he's still around here...."
Boltfang looked around the clearing, trying to spot the small white cat that had slammed into him earlier tonight, Snowstorm had said he was spending his days around here, but he ran off before Boltfang could ask him anything about it. Boltfang sighed, so many cats he knew... it was almost astounding, he had never thought about these cats when he was by himself, in fact, he would even argue that he was a different cat by himself, but that wasn't going to be his future if he had any say. Boltfang then turned to Fernheart.
"Fernheart... Is anyone else alive? Anyone...."
Boltfang finished as if he wasn't done talking, but he wasn't sure how to ask if he had any allies on that hill, he wasn't sure if he wanted to know if any of his friends had perished....
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Post by Kibbles on Aug 25, 2015 22:01:45 GMT
Fernheart's ears flicked up. "I saw Rookshadow, Birchtail, Starlingfur. Ravenmist also. Heavypaw, Firecloud, Crooked-eye, and Cavernpaw from Breezeclan. Not any others that come to mind at the moment," she explained. She tried to remember anymore, but none were really coming to mind. She shrugged.
"Who were you looking for?" she asked, curious.
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Post by Thunderstruck on Aug 25, 2015 22:13:40 GMT
"Anyone who doesn't want me around here, We both know I'm not exactly the biggest fan of anyone around here...."
Boltfang swallowed lightly and then sighed. it was entirely true, Boltfang wasn't the most respected or even tolerated cat in the forest, for a time most would chase him off just for scenting him near their territory. it was uncomfortable and made him feel worse inside every time he thought of it, and the worst part was he didn't remember his past, he just remember His feelings for this one cat he was sitting under the red moonlight with. And he remembered that they were never going away.
Boltfang licked Fernheart's cheek.
"So, Rookshadow is alive? That's good to hear.... Wait... That's bad, I must look like I walked through hell... Oh well, not like I don't always have some new wound..."
Boltfang chuckled to himself, it was true though, every conversation he could remember having with Rookshadow usually involved some form of comment about his war zone of a body, wonder what she'd say when she seen him this time, he wondered if she'd even recognize him.
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Post by Kibbles on Aug 25, 2015 22:22:27 GMT
Fernheart nodded at the question, confirming of Rookshadow's status. She butted her head against his shoulder. "You should know it'll take a lot more than the Dark Forest to take Rookshadow down," she said, tail curling. She had to admit, her aunt had been through a lot. Like herself, Rookshadow had lost all of her kits. Not only that, but she had also lost her siblings as well. She knew her aunt was strong, though, that was why she was still around.
She suddenly got really quite, her fur heating up a bit as she looked up at her mate. Her feelings had never changed for him. She had felt like this towards him for so long. Had she felt like this even as his apprentice? When did her feelings change? Maybe one day when they were training together. That seemed like so long ago. Neither of them were old, and yet, she couldn't help but feel that way. She remembered the bright eyes of both of them when they would go train, Boltfang was a new warrior and Fernheart a new apprentice. They had their whole lives ahead of them. And yet, their lives had taken them and put them into a whirlpool of hurt and loss. They always seemed to find each other in the end, though. Something that would never change.
"Boltfang.... would you... like to have a family again?" she asked suddenly.
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