Post by -:-Stormflight-:- on Feb 17, 2013 23:32:50 GMT -5
Ivypaw felt her cheeks heaten slightly as he clean her fur before dipping her head in thanks, keeping her muzzle low in shyness. "It's fine." She licked the tuffs of fur sticking up against her chest and sat back, her eyes gliding over the ocean, which was now glowing orange because of the sunset.
"We caught a good amount of food today!" He said happily, totally oblivious. He snatched up his fishes and trotted back to camp with his tail high.
After dropping his large hog fish into the freshkill pile, he ate the minnows he had caught earlier, watching the sky change color above his head. After licking his lips and washing his face, he said goodnight to the other cats and headed back to his part of the den to rest.
Pebblesplash picked up her catches and headed back to camp as well, worn out. Instead of eating her prey, she decided to take some minnows someone had caught earlier that day. Just as the sky began to darken, she haeded back the the den, tired.
SplashStar had watched all this drama from her perch. She smiled to herself, and jumped down from the ledge. Yawning, she entered her den, and laid down, exhausted. Her tail fluttered over her nose, and she closed her eyes.
RippleFur's dreams were filled with sludge. It crept down into his body and filled his lungs, and he kicked and sputtered wildly in his sleep. The dark form of his mother rose before him, and choked out all thoughts of anything else and all happy feelings in the world, and he slunk down in terror as she raked her bloody claws across his face...
He awoke with a start. In his sleep, another cat had swiped him in the face to stop him from kicking out. Exhausted yet unable to sleep, he exited the warrior's den and made his way down to the fresh-kill pile. Biting the head off of a gull, he tried to recall his dream, but it trickled out of his mind like water as the sun began its ascent.
RippleFur looked at PebbleSplash sheepishly and gave her a weak smile. "Yes I'm fine," he murmured unconvincingly. "I'm just tired."
He rose and left to go sit at his favorite haunt, a cliff that jutted out toward the sea from the camp, many feet in the air. It was thankfully lonely here, with only the sand grasses and sparse trees to keep him company. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes, and smelled the salty wind that rippled his fur. His muscles trembled as he struggled not to cry out in despair. He didn't have any idea why he felt so desolate, but he couldn't stop himself from collapsing in the sand and letting a low moan escape his lips.
There was a sudden gust of wind, and RippleFur became chilled. He shivered, and rose to his paws. He slipped down to the camp again. His face was downcast, and his heart had sunken into the waves crashing mercilessly against the shore, tearing away at the stone it bordered.