something new || OPEN Sept 12, 2020 22:13:57 GMT -6
Post by dumpster on Sept 12, 2020 22:13:57 GMT -6
Had it been easy for her? Meadowfur’s thoughts shifted to LichenClan’s mottled leader not for the first time. Meadowfur had been far from the fighting when RedwoodClan had infiltrated their caves–it was theirs, wasn’t it? They were StarClan’s most faithful; they must have been chosen—but she had heard recounts of the great battle… of their grand victory. Mismatched eyes fell to the squirrel between her freckled forepaws. Tentatively, she touched her fangs to the kill’s already broken neck. How did she do it…? She wondered, head tilting so that her teeth could test the give in the creature’s throat. It must have tasted terrible, Meadowfur’s mind continued to wander to those sacred, blood-stained caves as she toyed with her food.
When was her first time? Who was it—did she ever hesitate? A sense of awe and a morbid sort of admiration began to bloom in her belly… not just for Minnowstar, though she had been the subject of Meadowfur’s absentminded daydreaming, but for all of those that had fought for the Mooncave; for every set of paws that had thrown themselves without question or hesitation at their enemies. They were warriors… real warriors. Her eyes drifted to her toes. Curiously, she flexed her claws to examine them. Was it hard to get through their pelts? she wondered, pricking at the thicker fur of the squirrel’s tail and trying her best to imagine that it was the bushy coat of one of their enemies.
I don’t know if I could, the young molly admitted to herself, shifting her weight over to another bony hip and elbow. It was more than just a matter of whether or not her claws could get through another cat’s hide… would she have been able to stand the sounds of their cries, angry and pained? Would the look of fear in another’s eyes have turned her stomach or exhilarated her? Her claws sheathed themselves… What if she thought of their families? They all had families. Did any of them think like this in the Mooncave? Mismatched eyes shifted throughout the caverns that their Clan called home. She didn’t think so. Hemlockheart had lost an ear, and she’d heard that he hadn’t even flinched as it was torn from his head. What was it like to be so brave, so sure—so… useful.
She would never know – it was something that Meadowfur thought she had resigned herself to moons ago… but some evenings, Meadowfur couldn’t help but imagine herself alongside her Clanmates as more than just another body inside of their caves and on their shores—something more than just another mouth to feed. Such daydreams and dawdlings seemed as unreachable as the stars themselves.