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Post by ♏aple♢ on Sept 24, 2015 3:21:40 GMT
Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?
Soft pine needles underpaw. Dark shadows looming behind every tree. A gray and churning sky, obscured by thick firs. This land held many similarities to the mountains, but the differences were key. Less rocky terrain for one- something that Stone was quite thankful for as he traversed the flat forest. There was little undergrowth, and even fewer actual obsticals to deal with here. Less predators than the mountains. Easier prey. But no place was safe from the elements- not truly. Rain's scent hung heavy in the air. It would storm soon. And they needed to find shelter.
A clap of thunder rang out, and Stone moved closer to his daughter. Summit hopped about, youthful kit-excitement clear in every movement. Blissfully unaware of the impact that Gold-Tree storms could have. But Stone- he knew. He'd seen them uproot entire trees in his youth. And he would not have himself, let alone his daughter out and about in one of them. No proper parent would. He would not be the kind of father who would send his kit out in a hurricane as a 'test'. He would not be his own. "Stay close, now." he meowed, voice rough as the first raindrops began to fall. Fluffing out his thick fur, Stone looked around as they walked. Where could they take shelter in this empty forest? The lack of terrain had its drawbacks, he now realized.
Back in the mountains, they'd been high enough up not to have to worry about flooding or fallen trees. A cave in the cliffs, the tribe's home had been a well sheltered one. But this.. Where did these cats even sleep? And he knew there were cats here- he had scented them. But ever since he'd come down from the alps, he had struggled to understand how the lowland cats went about their lives. Simple, comfortable lives in many respects. Enjoyable ones. He liked that. What he didn't like was never having a comfortable place to sleep! Bushes were small, and badger sets and foxholes stunk. He wouldn't mind if it was just him, but he wanted something better for his daughter. For his family. Sighing gruffly, Stone blinked against the worsening storm. They had better find something soon...
Wait... what was that?
The sound of rushing water met his ears, and Stone blinked. Hard streams crashing against stone and shore. It was too early for flooding, it had only just begun to rain! A river...? Or something else?
"Do you hear that, Summit?" he asked now, looking down to his daughter with less harshness in his gaze. This was a good learning experience! Picking out softer sounds over the louder. It was an important skill to learn. "What do you think it is?" Maybe not the best time for a lesson. And if it was a river, they likely shouldn't be moving towards it. But Stone had a gut feeling that it was something else...
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Post by Shad on Oct 2, 2015 2:01:05 GMT
The shecat was having the time of her life! She could feel it. She could feel the charge of energy that surged through the world, on the wings of the winds, through the pulse of the earth beneath her paws, from the crackling of the trees, so alive and active, more so than she had ever seen them. Summit had lived through storms before of course. She knew the pitter patter silvery song of gleaming water falling from the sky to splash in a steady symphony of sound on the leaves and stones and pelts of all that lived below the mystical world of the clouds and all the creatures that watched over them from high up, so high Summit would never be able to see anything more than the gleams of their eyes as the stars overhead in the eve. But this, this was a wholly different tune. As the sky greyed, the winds became fiercer, fiercer than Summit had ever known. If she had been smaller, she fancied one of the gusts would have picked her up from the simple grass where she stood and carried her up, up, up into the treetops, which sang with a worried groaning as trees always did when the rains came. So strange. So very strange. Everyone needed the waters. The waters brought life. The waters brought joy. And yet the leaves always chattered frantically with the sky water's coming and the trees sang out songs of broken limbs and watered stumps, as if all would end with the falling liquid drops of life that filled the air. This song was even more dire than any Summit had ever heard. It was fascinating. The first strings of rain drip drip drip dropped on the shecat's pelt and she found herself tilting up her head, opening her mouth to catch the sweet sound that began to ring around her, over and over. The wind swept through, so fast! so aggressive!, and pierced right through the shecat's thick fur with its force. A chill ran down the shecat's spine and her eyes widened at the electrifying sensation. What did this mean? She had never heard the wind screech so loud before, almost taking control of the song of the whole forest with its ferocity! Summit did not know what it all meant, a storm truly, this was a storm's voice that wailed through the world to reach her ears and tell her its tale, but this was a tale more determined and mournful than any she had ever heard. It was a powerful gale that threatened to sweep her senses away with its force. Summit closed her eyes, giving herself over to the song. She listened, to the soft plucking tunes of the raindrops, to the fearful chattering of the leaves, to the mad babbling of the river so far away, to the- the cry? Summit lost touch with the world that touched her paws as her ears guided her over stone and hill, through whistling trees and shivering bushes. Was it an owl's cry? Was it- was it another cat? Where there other's here? The shecat's heart picked up speed, matching the rhythm of the rain drops, faster oh faster now. What did she hear? Was it a cry? She had thought she heard a cry! Not of bird or tree or mouse or river, but of cat! A silvery rumble started to make its way up through her throat- perhaps if she returned the call she could know for sure. Perhaps if she- "----?"Something brushed her fur and the shecat's call died in her throat before she had even given it form. She snapped open her eyes with a start, taking a small gasp of breath to remind herself of what the world around her, the world close enough to touch and so awfully loud compared to the sounds she had been focusing on. Her father's pelt was close to her now, his head cocked toward her although his eyes wandered. Summit tried to quickly recenter herself, so catch up with the pieces of the song she had missed. He had asked her something. She was sure of it. "What do you think it is?"Now her father looked to her. It was rare for Summit to need a second prompting. Her ears flickered down guiltily and a sour note tainted the music of her heartbeat. Oh. Her thoughts had wandered, her ears taking her astray too far. She felt the uncomfortable twang, sharp and unwelcome permeate her own inner song as guilt made itself known in her heart. She did not wish for her thoughts to wander. She did not wish it at all. She knew too many stories of another cat -a very bad and horrible shecat- who had let her thoughts wander always, never keeping in tune with the sound around her. That shecat had ruined her father. That wandering shecat was what made her beloved father's eyes grow sad and mournful, sad in ways that Summit herself could not fully understand and could not fix with her music. That horrid shecat who had given birth to Summit, and left her father alone in darkness. Summit would never leave her father. Ever. She loved him more than the music of the world itself, more than any song she had ever heard, even the song that sang through her body and made up the force of her own life. She wished to be his joy, his song of happiness and light. She never wanted to be a mournful, sad tune that lurked deep in his amber eyes full of regret and sorrow. She was sometimes though. Once, when she had come awake late at night, she had seen such things in her beloved father's gaze as he watched over her, tormented by memories. Another time had been with Aunt Raven, a white cat or maybe a grey one, Summit could not be sure anymore as the memory was hazy. They had been talking about her mother and about... Summit's coat, when they thought she was distracted. The young kit had looked at her coat, realizing for the first time it did not match her father's brilliant silver. Hers was much more muddled. It held brown and black and red and hints of orange all swirled around like the Leaffall leaves. Afterwards, she had been so unhappy with it she had run outside and buried herself in the snow to try to make it white, to try to make it like her father's. The rest of the memory might be hazy, but when her father found her was crystal clear. Summit had been out for hours, or what felt like hours. Even with her thick coat, she had still been a kit and not yet ready to take on the snows alone. She must have fallen asleep at some point as the moon had moved into the sky. She had felt cold, colder than she had ever felt before or since. Snow and ice had crusted on her eye lids and her limbs were stiff but her ears, her ears never failed her. She heard her father. He -he was yowling, yowling out her name over and over. At first the tiny Summit was afraid and burrowed deeper into the snow which had already covered her and hidden her away from any cat's sight. She did not want to be in trouble. She was cold. Cold. The cold wrapped around her and held her tight until it was all she could think about, but as her father kept calling she heard something wrong with his voice. His song was broken, coming in wails and shuddering gasps Summit had never heard before, too young to know the wail of fear or the horrible breaking sound of hopelessness and grief. She had not known what these things were or what they meant, but instinct told her these things were wrong. She knew they were notes she never wanted to hear in her father's deep, powerful music. The music that sang to her with its warmth and love as she drifted off to sleep clutching his fur, pure happiness and love singing back to him through her own, tiny purr. "I'm here." First it had been a whisper, lost in the snows that buried her beneath the world so distant, so far above, but as her father's song called to her, broken and wrong, she found her own song reaching out back to him, to fix the notes that had gone wrong, even if she did not understand how or why they were wrong. "I'm here." Her song rose up, up, higher and higher until she was fumbling with numb paws at the snow and crying out as loud as her small lungs would allow. "I'm here!" Finally she broke through. Finally she saw sky. "I'm here!"Only heartbeats passed before her sight of the sky was gone and all she could see was her father's terrified, tearful face. All she could feel was the immense heat of his fur has he crushed her against him. Broken, gasping notes that Summit had never heard, but would later learn were sobs, continued to break out from her father's chest. She put a weak paw on his cheek. "I'm here," she told him faintly. She felt dazed by all the heat that suddenly washed over her pelt. She was still so cold, and so sleepy. "Is my fur white yet? Do I look like you now? Will you be happy?"Her father had not let her go all evening. Or the next morning. Or even the next day. And Aunt Raven had hovered with worried eyes too. But Summit did not remember all that. She had been too young. She just remembered the feel of her father's fur and the ferocity in his voice when he told her he loved her, and he loved her muddled fur. She was not supposed to look like him -she was supposed to look like Summit! And he never, ever wanted her to change. That had kept Summit from going out into the snow to try to change her coat again, but she still worried faintly. She did not want to be like the bad shecat who was her mother. She did not want to make her father sad, ever. She tried to avoid the things she knew her mother did or liked. Her mother liked kits so Summit had always made a conscious effort to avoid other kits. Her mother had always talked a lot so Summit tried to keep her words short or share them in song. These things were easy enough, but some things were harder -like focusing. Aunt Raven told her once her mother was a daydreamer, always caught up in her own thoughts and forgetting the world around her. Summit tried to never do this. She did not want to be like the bad shecat who made her father sad -but sometimes the song was just so enticing, sometimes it tried to carry her away on the winds of its call and she had to fight back the urge to let it. Now, as she realized she had failed and allowed her mind to wander, she felt embarrassment and guilt crash down on her like the rumble of the quarreling thunder and lightning overhead. Her ears were down and her joyful song squelched by the sour notes striking through her heart as she looked down at her paws guiltily. "I... uhm," she mewed unhappily, shifting on her paws. She should not have let her ears wander so far. It was careless of her. She would make her father sad and she did not want to make her father sad. "... I don't know," she finally answered softly.
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Post by ♏aple♢ on Oct 6, 2015 20:46:22 GMT
Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?
There was patience in the tom's eyes as he watched his daughter. She seemed to be thinking, with her blue eyes that roamed all over the wood. But after a few moments.. Stone wondered if perhaps she just wasn't paying attention? There was a distant light to her eye. A glaze like clouds, or thin ice on a pool. The same light that had once shaded her mother's eyes, nearly every time they'd spoken. Every time he'd tried to open up to the she-cat, or speak to her sincerely. It... left a bad taste in the tom's mouth. But he quickly pushed it down. This was Summit, not the dread she-cat. There was no malice in her distant eyes, only youthful joy and thoughts that scattered like birds. Sometimes, he had to remind himself of that. But it was just one of her traits that made her her.
Still, the tom gently nudged his daughter after several moments had passed. They couldn't wait here forever, no matter how patient he wished to be with her. It was a learning experience, yes. But first and foremost it was a matter of survival. The rain fell harder with each moment, and he could feel its pellets bouncing off of his thick coat. Before long, they would begin to set in. And he knew it would be the same for Summit. They could not afford an illness- not now. Not without... Not without Raven, here. Stone's eyes lowered, thoughtful. He felt... guilty, about leaving her there. Alone. She had been his first friend- his first true friend. The only cat, other than his daughter, who he had ever been able to open himself fully to. And he'd left her alone in their tribe with more mess than she'd ever deserved. The tom sighed.
Oh- oh no. Summit looked down at her paws, unhappiness clear in her voice as she finally answered. Had- had she thought that sigh was at her? No, no! He would never- could never be disappointed in her Stone forced a smile to his face. "Well then, why don't we go find out?" he meowed, wrapping his tail around her and urging her forward.
The sky darkened. The rain fell harder. It whipped at his fur, pulling his whiskers to and fro. Finally, it was beginning to sink in. And yet the roar of water grew louder and louder. Unease prickled at the tom's heart, but he pushed onward. If he was wrong about this... They would be having a very unpleasent night. "It's getting closer, isn't it?" Stone now had to raise his voice against the tear of the wind. It pushed his steps backwards, but Stone moved onward. He nudged his daughter onward, too, when it seemed like she would fall behind or stray. They had to find shelter. And fast. THey had to-
And there it was.
Through the trees. He could see it now. A towering stream of water, frothing and white bursting forth through the forest. A waterfall. "There it is. Lets get closer." Now, for any other cat, closer might have seemed like a fool's idea. But Stone knew. He'd found Waterfalls in the mountains, both large and small. Like rivers pouring downward, they often concealed secrets. Caves. Dens. Treasures of all sorts. There had been one place, where he and Raven had used to go... To get away from the noise. The chaos. The roaring of water would drown out all else. He hoped that this place would be just as secure.
Coming into the small clearing, A smile spread across the massive tom's face. It really was towering. Beautiful, breaking through the earth like clouds through the sky. It slammed into a circular pool below, creating a deep froth. This was by far the biggest Waterfall that Stone had ever seen. "This is called a Waterfall, Summit." he explained, walking around the edge slowly. Close enough for the icy water to spray his fur- but far enough not to worry of falling in. "There are many in the mountains. They tower from the sky, and carry the cleanest water you'll ever find. And oftentimes behind them there are..." ah! There it was! Stone could see, just through the wave. A darkness. Darker than any stone. To the untrained eye, it might have been invisible. But to a cat of the mountains- one who was learned, despite his father's best intentions... He knew. A breath of relief went through the tom. They would be safe here.
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Post by Shad on Oct 10, 2015 2:09:00 GMT
The shecat's ears flickered as the sound of water got louder, and louder -and even louder, it roared out over the tickling swipes of rain that now danced through the air. She looked at her father but did not understand. This sound was louder than she had ever heard from a river before. Louder than even the growling rapids she had listened to once as a child. It was too loud, so massive the song was lost in a growling roar she could not make out clearly. She tried to understand, puzzling at the mystery. Were there rapids here? But very big ones? "It's getting closer, isn't it?"Summit nodded, her eyes drawn to the black clouds overhead and the sweet but sharp ringing that came down to them as the rain sang it song -a song that was faster and more aggressive than any Summit had ever heard save her own heart's when she had been running for long past a sane or safe hour. The wind buffeted the shecat's fur and the rain fell harder, soaking through her thick kit fur. She shivered slightly and pressed close to her father's legs, soaking in their warmth and listening to the comforting sound of his heart's steady song. It hummed through her quietly even as the rain pelted down, the sharp exclamation of each drop an echoing harmony that radiated against each other. Louder. The wind kicked up the chilled drops, wailing against the small tabby's ears. Louder. The rain picked up, the water splashed back against her paws in rapidly forming puddles. So much water. So much rain. All ringing around her in an inescapable echo. Fiercer. The sounds and howls and rings and chimes clung to the flailing wind, who moaned in worry as if it too had lost control of the song's force. So many sounds all came to the shecat at once, almost more than she could bare, but bare it she must. They were still moving. She had to press on, but with each step she took she felt the storm's song do the same, press harder, chime louder and sharper with notes of icy rain that froze her soaking coat. It would not be denied as with each heartbeat it grew. More insistent. The trees groaned deeply and the leaves chittered and chattered in fear, a few even taking flight as their terror overcame them and they whipped away into the night seeking sanctuary of the black cloud's roar. More sounds. Lightning struck, an almost blindingly bright clap of white noise, attempting to draw order from the chaos the world had fallen into like water to a swirling pool, but the song was too powerful to be stopped. Summit knew this. She felt it. Her heart hammer with excitement and trepidation as she yearned to listen -as she feared to hear. More sounds. More voices raised to contribute to the madness of the storm's ballad. More and more and more until it was almost enough to set Summit's ears pounding with all of the noise that assailed her. But beneath it all, steady and unrelenting as the mountains on high, was the thundering. Not of the sky, but of the ground -of the water. As they moved onward, Summit gasped in amazement when she saw it, for a moment the song falling away entirely as the river's mighty drum beat reached out to wrap itself around her and pull her in, as dangerous and seductive as the music of the night. "This is called a Waterfall, Summit.""It is incredible," the mangy black shecat mewed in awe. She wished to go closer, but she feared the beast would swallow her song whole with its huge crashing music that plunged onward never endingly, never quieting in the slightest. How could a song as quiet and young as hers possibly hold a flame to one so grand and ancient? Her rare hesitance seemed to draw out her father's amusement, but as the rain chimed down on them with icy rings and gusty wails of water, the large tom did not slow, instead heading straight up to the monstrous beast. Summit hurried behind to catch up, embarrassed by her silliness. She had nothing to fear. Her father's song was the strongest in the world. Nothing would harm her when she was within its comforting melody. "There are many in the mountains. They tower from the sky, and carry the cleanest water you'll ever find. And oftentimes behind them there are..."A cave!Summit knew much of caves. She had lived in them often as a tiny kit in the mountains. She had missed their gentle echos and whispering sounds that often made her giggle with delight when she had been small, thinking the walls were talking to her, playing with her -she had only to listen to them. She had not known they could hide behind falling rivers! Now the shecat found the twanging fear of the monstrous Waterfall mellowed into the background as she let herself get caught up in the melody of the cavern that opened up before them! "Oh how marvelous! How beautif- AHHH!"The shecat's song ended on a high pitched note of surprise and fear as she passed the cavern's entrance. The moss was slick with water and she had not been expecting it. Her paws slid out from under and down, down she dropped with the angry thundering of the Waterfall roaring in her ears. The sound was drowned out immediately -everything was drown out immediately- as she was sucked into the screaming water and plunged downward with a speed that made her heart rabbit frantically in her chest. She cut off her cry was water forced its way into her mouth, making her sputter and cough, but even that she could not hear over the furious roaring. Oh the ROARING! It was everywhere! All around her! So much angry, violent sound that Summit was more terrified than she had ever been in her life! And then she was plunged, shoved under the pool's surface and held down by the never ending torrent of waves as surely as if by a cat's paws. And the world was silent. So horribly, horribly SILENT. She had been wrong. So wrong. So very, very, very wrong. The angry roars were not the worst sound in the world. ANY sound was better than the horrible cushion of silence that pressed in all around her. She had never not been able to hear before! She could not hear anything! The songs! The songs were gone! ALL GONE! If Summit could breathe she would have screamed. In fact, she did. A shrill, sharp and muffled sound that hardly even reached her ears. She lost all of her air but dear god it was worth it to hear something, ANYTHING other than that silence! But her air was out and the water was sucking into her lungs now and she had nothing left. Her whole body thrashed and writhed against the horrible wrongness that pressed in all around her. The horrible, horrible silence! But she could not do anything! She had no sounds left to make. She had no air left to cry. She had no breath left to scream. She could not break free from the silence, the terrifying, muted silence that rushed in faster than a wave to squelch her stifled song, one thrashing note at a time.
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Post by ♏aple♢ on Oct 11, 2015 19:00:25 GMT
Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?
A calm joy lit the tom's face as he watched his daughter investigate the towering stream of water. The wind howled around them, but they would be safe for the night. Perhaps for longer. And Summit... What with how she talked of the world and its song, she would no doubt love the place. The sky was dark and gray- they would have time to explore tomorrow. Now, the spray of the waterfall and pounding of rain soaked into the tom's coat, chilling him to the bone. They could wait outside only a moment longer. He didn't want to risk the either of them catching a chill. Without Raven here.. Recovering from any kind of illness would be difficult. But she would be happy. They would be safe. Home free, as it were. And Stone began to wonder what kind of temporary home this place would make...Until a slip of the paws. It happened so quickly- had he not been watching, he might not have even caught it. The splash would have been invisible among the thundering waves of the falls. But he'd seen. Stone watched as that brown body disappeared into the water, an expression of contentedness turning to one of horror."SUMMIT!" Without so much as a thought for the future or his own wellbeing, Stone bound forward to the edge of the pool. The stones beneath his paws were slippery and wet, and the wind roared around him. And below, any semblance of bubbles were washed away. Waterfall pools were dangerous. In an instant you could be sucked in, whirled like a leaf in the wind. You would lose any sense of direction you had. Up would be down. Left would be right. And all would be dark. He had seen it before. There was no escape. And now, he couldn't see her. Where was she? WHERE WAS SHE?!"Stone plunged into the pool, and in an instant he was soaked. Icy water knocked the breath from his lungs, and pounding streams shoved at him from every direction. He spun, lightheaded and breathless, struggling against a lack of air. His eyes were open and yet he could see nothing. Which way was up- he had to find up! The tom struggled in a manner of direcctions, but his thick fur weighed him down. Water filled his lungs. He couldn't- he couldn't drown. He had to find her. He had to save Summit. He had to save Summit. In his frantic struggling for the surface, his paws found fur. Wispy and blown with water, but pulling it closer he found it to be brown. There she was. He didn't even have time to feel relief. Growing lightheaded and unable to breathe, he didn't even have time to think. But Stone wrapped his jaws around what he thought to be Summit's scruff, kicking and thrashing in every direction in an effort to find the surface. It was so deep. There was no bottom. Blackness swirled around, and white blurred the edges of his vision. The cold began to numb him. No- no. Not yet, not yet. He pleaded with whatever greater force might exist, giving one last frantic kick. And his head broke water. Stone gasped for air- but he didn't even get a full gulp before wrapping his jaws around Summit's fur once more. He couldn't drop her. Not now. They were so close to the edge- but his limbs were already so heavy. Eyes bleary with water, Stone paddled against the savage waves and towards the stony edge. It took effort to pull the both of them up. No- he couldn't get both of them up at once. Bracing his paws against the side of the pool, he used all his energy shoving his daughter up to land. She would be safe, at least. Paws still on the edge, he coughed and sputtered, pressing his head against the cool stone. Even such a short time in the water had taken all the life out of him. His limbs were heavy. He couldn't breathe. But he knew, whatever he was feeling, it had to be worse for Summit. She was so small- no... She was large, but still so young. How could she handle such strong waves? He had to get up. For her. It took a great deal of effort for the heavy tom to pull himself up over the edge. And when he did, he collapsed into the mud. He vomited water. Once, twice. He couldn't count the heaves. He felt lightheaded- but her. How was she? Stone struggled to his paws, and every step felt like moving mountains. He moved towards her lying form, still at the edge of the pool, and began to pump her stomach. Had to get the water out.. Had to get the water out. Was she breathing? Oh stars please let her be breathing. Please. "Sssss-Summi-" a cough, wet and wracking through his body. "Summit. Wake up. Please. Wake up."
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Post by Shad on Oct 22, 2015 23:32:20 GMT
Summit woke up by following the song of her father's voice. It was all very sweet and touching -right up until she woke up. She barfed water. A lot of water. She collapsed on her paws for a moment. She got up, shakily and turned to look at her father, her teal eyes bright and all that. She smiled and laughed. Because she's a kit so its funny. "I knew your song was stronger than the water's, Daddy!" she mewed way too frickin' cheerily for a kit who just almost died. "I think we should get rid of that moss though. I did not like the under-water's silence."And quite merrily started to climb up the way to the waterfall again. Why? Because Summit is either an idiot or a badass. I still haven't decided. Anyway, this time she was careful about the moss. P.S.: I wrote out a 2.1k post and proboards ate it while I was copying&pasting in the link to the song. So...
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Post by ♏aple♢ on Oct 24, 2015 1:56:41 GMT
Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?
Stone pressed and pressed and pressed. He tried to be gentle with his large paws, but oh, he'd never done this before and his head still spun and his lungs still dripped and-
Summit shivered. Summit convulsed. Summit coughed up the water.
A deeper sigh of relief had never been breathed. Stone flopped to his side, putting one gentle paw on her back and trying to soothe his daughter, all the while coughing up water of his own. His lungs burned like the fiercest Winter's storm. His body felt like his name. And all the while, rain continued to pour. His daughter coughed. Stone coughed. Thunder and lightning broke the sky. In his mind, Stone felt as though he was stil swimming. His thoughts spun white, and his thick fur weighed as much as the mountains. But it still stormed. His daughter still coughed. And they were not safe here. Not outside. Not right now. They had to... They had....
Summit was talking. Stone forced himself to focus, raising his head and looking at her with bleary eyes. His ears were still clogged- no wonder he still felt like he was underwater. But Summit- she seemed like... Like she'd fully recovered..? Cheery and bright. Stone forced himself to focus. Songs and moss and under-waters. At least she was alright. At least she was alive. Water dripped from her dark pelt, slicked black by water and rain, but her eyes were still as bright as a Winter sky. "We... We'll have to-" cough "Get rid of the... The moss, yes." he managed. And then, he smiled weakly. Always... Always so happy, even now. He didn't understand it. But.. it gave him hope. It gave him determination.
Summit always did.
Stone struggled to his paws- and storms above was it a struggle. His heavy pelt weighed him down, as though there were boulders strapped to his body. His legs felt limp and wobbly. And yet there was Summit. Hopping through the waterfall and into the darkness of the cave, as though nothing had happened. Stone still knew not what they would find within that darkness- but anything would be better than the pouring rain. Stone padded slowly after her- making sure to be careful on those mossy stones- and into the shadows.
The gloom was endless. Stone blinked- urging his eyes to adjust. And when they did... The tom curled his lip. It smelled like... Blood. Old blood. Like something rotting. But nothing fresh. No cats, no wolves, no bobcats. No recent predators, and no reccent prey. Just old wounds. "Summit, stay close now." he ordered, voice still shaky as he peered through the black. The waterfall's echo was earshattering. A constant. He had to raise his voice just to be heard over it. The click of claws against hard stone was barely noticeable as he stepped forward, looking back and forth for any sign of danger. Any sign of anything.
Old dens. Like the Tribe. Golden eyes narrowed. Gentle crevices and caverns and dips in the stone, filled with sand and bedding long-dried. Brown stains on gray flooring. Blood, most likely. And further back.. Stone's eyes widened.
Bodies.
So many bodies.
Oh Stars above. Earth below. Stone breathed deeply, turning around and urging Summit back towards the nests closest to the entrance. They would have more problems than moss on their paws. How many were there? Was it his eyes blurring that made it seem like nearly half a tribe lay dead in the back of that cave? Stars above, Earth below. Stars above, Earth below. Stone closed his eyes, breathing through his teeth. All his training with his father- all the deaths done by his own claws- all the lives taken between his jaws- none of those could prepare a cat for a sight like this. The tom looked back towards the waterfall. The sky was black. The storm raged. They could not leave. Not now.
"...Summit, I need you to listen to me." he meowed, crouching to his daughter's level. He looked her in the eyes seriously. "Stay only in the dens closest to the waterfall. There are.. Bad things, in the darkness. But if you stay close to the front, I can keep you safe." never more serious had his voice been. His gaze was hard, and his tone harder. She was... so young. She did not need to see such things as... Whatever had befallen these cats. He did... He did not know what had befallen them. What would he do? What could he do? All he'd wanted was a safe place for he and Summit to stay for the night. Not- not... Not this.
But they would have to make do.
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