Post by feralhearted on Jun 25, 2012 0:10:15 GMT -5
The peeping of the frogs in the reeds was the only sound heard over the babble of the stream that a young grey cat was watching. Little fish swam along the neat little creek, head to places the tom could only imagine. It was along this very creek nearly 3 moons ago that his parents had been taken from him. He had been stalking a bullfrog in this very spot, a new apprentice without a care in the world. He had felt so safe here, with parents to love him and a clan to protect them. How wrong he had been...
The tom swatted a paw into the gently bubbling water, scaring the tiny fish into deeper water. If only he had been faster...No...If only he had been braver, he could have saved his parents from those evil monsters. His loving parents, stuck in some dark place all by themselves without anyone to care for them. All because of him. He felt the tears begin to gather at the corners of his amber-green eyes and quickly blinked them away. No, he could not cry. His father had always told him never to cry, for that was something only the littlest of kits did when they nedded their mama. Not like he did not need his mother, but he was no mewling kit...at least on the outside.
The tom sighed as the fish came back to their frolicing by the shore like nothing had happened. They were just like the Clan after his parents had been taken, quick to scare and just as quick to move on like nothing had happened. In some ways he envied the simple lives of fish, going day to day without thought or care for the world. They just lived in their stream, not worrying about what will happen to them or the others around them. They just went with the flow... Something this cat could not just do. Life had cruelly taken everything from just as his own world had widened to new horizons, leaving him to flounder in the choking tide. Stars, he missed his parents... The tom looked up to the starry sky and sent a prayer to StarClan, asking them to protect his parents where ever they were and tell them...Tell them their only kit was sorry...Sorry for failing them in their time of need.
The tom swatted a paw into the gently bubbling water, scaring the tiny fish into deeper water. If only he had been faster...No...If only he had been braver, he could have saved his parents from those evil monsters. His loving parents, stuck in some dark place all by themselves without anyone to care for them. All because of him. He felt the tears begin to gather at the corners of his amber-green eyes and quickly blinked them away. No, he could not cry. His father had always told him never to cry, for that was something only the littlest of kits did when they nedded their mama. Not like he did not need his mother, but he was no mewling kit...at least on the outside.
The tom sighed as the fish came back to their frolicing by the shore like nothing had happened. They were just like the Clan after his parents had been taken, quick to scare and just as quick to move on like nothing had happened. In some ways he envied the simple lives of fish, going day to day without thought or care for the world. They just lived in their stream, not worrying about what will happen to them or the others around them. They just went with the flow... Something this cat could not just do. Life had cruelly taken everything from just as his own world had widened to new horizons, leaving him to flounder in the choking tide. Stars, he missed his parents... The tom looked up to the starry sky and sent a prayer to StarClan, asking them to protect his parents where ever they were and tell them...Tell them their only kit was sorry...Sorry for failing them in their time of need.