Post by bingpot! on May 18, 2019 2:09:36 GMT -5
sksksk this is a copy of the original but i can edit it sweet
the sky is dark, and esmeralda knows she cannot care for this kit any longer. she does not have the energy, the strength, or the will to deal with the nameless kit. the harsh leaf-bare winds blow past her as she grips the kit by the scruff, heading towards the clans. she veers to the right some, staring down at the river. esmeralda knows a clan lives by here, but she does not know the name. the she-cat hesitates, before dropping the kit on the bank. she glances back and forth nervously, shaking some snow off her pelt, before darting off, hoping the gods will spare the kit and send a clan cat to rescue it.
but it is not a clan cat who finds the kit first, and it will not be a clan cat who cares for the kit.
"dance?" a tall, broad-shouldered tom stepped into the dirty tunnel, striped tail flicking. "where are you?"
a pair of bright green eyes appeared in the darkness. "killjoy?"
the brown tabby nodded, padding closer. a faint shape lifted its head up at the massive tom, somewhat relieved. "is he here, dance? i want no mistakes." killjoy demanded.
"of course, sir. right this way." the shape nodded briefly, vanishing into the darkness of the tunnels. killjoy stalked after him, tail flicking. after several minutes of tense silence and weaving through the maze of tunnels, past cats trying to block off the less sturdy ones with ramshackle walls of dirt, past a few flickering lights, past it all, until they reached the main room. a pair of cats lifted their heads as killjoy and the other cat approached. a flame-carrier accompanying the guard, a thin gray she-cat with dull yellow eyes, held a flame-holder in her jaws. flame-holders were very simple, but still dangerous, branches with fires lit at the ends of them. certain tests were required for you to work as flame-carrier, due to the dangers, and clan cats, plan and boring as they were, didn't even hold the rank. of course, they didn't know these cats existed either; the group had taken over some abandoned windclan tunnels and lived, almost peacefully, underneath the clans.
"sir?" the second guard asked politely. a tom, with dirty ginger fur and one eye of an almost indistinguishable color. "he asks not to be disturbed, s-"
"i don't care. he'll want to be disturbed for this," killjoy snapped, starting to shove past the guards. the flame-carrier let out a muffled hiss, stepping forward.
"wait, wait!" the shape, positively identified as dance, hurried forward, nudging killjoy out of the way. "listen, you two, this is killjoy. you know, his son-"
"adopted," killjoy muttered darkly, as the guard, glancing at the flame-carrier, stumbled back.
"so sorry, sir, i didn't...realize..." the guard meowed nervously, and with an uneasy glance at the flame-carrier, he stepped back to let them pass. killjoy strode by without further comment, while dance followed more cautiously.
"you know, it was very simple," he meowed quietly, pausing in the entryway. "elementary, i might even say. you just had to look at him properly. good day to you, sir, and to you as well." dance nodded briefly to the flame-carrier, who was now watching curiously, and continued into the chamber.
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the sky is dark, and esmeralda knows she cannot care for this kit any longer. she does not have the energy, the strength, or the will to deal with the nameless kit. the harsh leaf-bare winds blow past her as she grips the kit by the scruff, heading towards the clans. she veers to the right some, staring down at the river. esmeralda knows a clan lives by here, but she does not know the name. the she-cat hesitates, before dropping the kit on the bank. she glances back and forth nervously, shaking some snow off her pelt, before darting off, hoping the gods will spare the kit and send a clan cat to rescue it.
but it is not a clan cat who finds the kit first, and it will not be a clan cat who cares for the kit.
"dance?" a tall, broad-shouldered tom stepped into the dirty tunnel, striped tail flicking. "where are you?"
a pair of bright green eyes appeared in the darkness. "killjoy?"
the brown tabby nodded, padding closer. a faint shape lifted its head up at the massive tom, somewhat relieved. "is he here, dance? i want no mistakes." killjoy demanded.
"of course, sir. right this way." the shape nodded briefly, vanishing into the darkness of the tunnels. killjoy stalked after him, tail flicking. after several minutes of tense silence and weaving through the maze of tunnels, past cats trying to block off the less sturdy ones with ramshackle walls of dirt, past a few flickering lights, past it all, until they reached the main room. a pair of cats lifted their heads as killjoy and the other cat approached. a flame-carrier accompanying the guard, a thin gray she-cat with dull yellow eyes, held a flame-holder in her jaws. flame-holders were very simple, but still dangerous, branches with fires lit at the ends of them. certain tests were required for you to work as flame-carrier, due to the dangers, and clan cats, plan and boring as they were, didn't even hold the rank. of course, they didn't know these cats existed either; the group had taken over some abandoned windclan tunnels and lived, almost peacefully, underneath the clans.
"sir?" the second guard asked politely. a tom, with dirty ginger fur and one eye of an almost indistinguishable color. "he asks not to be disturbed, s-"
"i don't care. he'll want to be disturbed for this," killjoy snapped, starting to shove past the guards. the flame-carrier let out a muffled hiss, stepping forward.
"wait, wait!" the shape, positively identified as dance, hurried forward, nudging killjoy out of the way. "listen, you two, this is killjoy. you know, his son-"
"adopted," killjoy muttered darkly, as the guard, glancing at the flame-carrier, stumbled back.
"so sorry, sir, i didn't...realize..." the guard meowed nervously, and with an uneasy glance at the flame-carrier, he stepped back to let them pass. killjoy strode by without further comment, while dance followed more cautiously.
"you know, it was very simple," he meowed quietly, pausing in the entryway. "elementary, i might even say. you just had to look at him properly. good day to you, sir, and to you as well." dance nodded briefly to the flame-carrier, who was now watching curiously, and continued into the chamber.
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