Post by JellyFish(: on Jun 19, 2012 18:10:28 GMT -10
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Darkness descended upon the landscape, accenting the tall trees and twoleg nests in the distance, along with the thunderpath itself, which stretched before her now. The occasional flash of silver and the whoosh of a monster passing lessened as night fell. It seemed that they were settling to bed as well, which she--she being the cat that was making it's way down the side of the road--should've been doing. Nighttime's brush cascaded down almost violently in comparison to sunrise's calm, steady approach. With the growing shadows came it's companions: fear, uncertainty, and nostalgia. Sunrise was easy to cope with; but this...not so much. The silver-gray cat let her head hang as old memories resurfaced. This night was all too familiar.
"Are we going outside tonight, Mama?"the kit asked, pouncing on the long, black and white tail of her sister. It had been swishing tauntingly in front of her face, making it impossible to resist. Her littermate shot back a fierce glance, making young Concept recoil slightly. There was still no reply from the she-cat dubbed 'Mama'. The five cats just continued walking across the soft stuff that covered the twoleg nest's floor in silence. Eventually, they came to a large white thing with a square flap. "Here we are," proclaimed Mama. Her blue-gray tail made a sweeping motion towards the door. "Now, out you go. You are much too old to be living with me any longer."
Eight small eyes stared up at the she-cat in confusion. Where would they go now? Though she had spoken of it for moons, none of them had really thought she'd make them leave. Concept shook her small head slowly, edging backwards until her rump hit the smooth flap. She hadn't meant to go this way. It was just...mother scared her. And she had no idea why. "Aren't you coming with us?" asked one of them, a lighter gray one named Anther. His awkward paws fidgeted nervously. It was obvious that their mother had set her mind to getting them out of the nest this time.
[/i]Darkness descended upon the landscape, accenting the tall trees and twoleg nests in the distance, along with the thunderpath itself, which stretched before her now. The occasional flash of silver and the whoosh of a monster passing lessened as night fell. It seemed that they were settling to bed as well, which she--she being the cat that was making it's way down the side of the road--should've been doing. Nighttime's brush cascaded down almost violently in comparison to sunrise's calm, steady approach. With the growing shadows came it's companions: fear, uncertainty, and nostalgia. Sunrise was easy to cope with; but this...not so much. The silver-gray cat let her head hang as old memories resurfaced. This night was all too familiar.
"Are we going outside tonight, Mama?"the kit asked, pouncing on the long, black and white tail of her sister. It had been swishing tauntingly in front of her face, making it impossible to resist. Her littermate shot back a fierce glance, making young Concept recoil slightly. There was still no reply from the she-cat dubbed 'Mama'. The five cats just continued walking across the soft stuff that covered the twoleg nest's floor in silence. Eventually, they came to a large white thing with a square flap. "Here we are," proclaimed Mama. Her blue-gray tail made a sweeping motion towards the door. "Now, out you go. You are much too old to be living with me any longer."
Eight small eyes stared up at the she-cat in confusion. Where would they go now? Though she had spoken of it for moons, none of them had really thought she'd make them leave. Concept shook her small head slowly, edging backwards until her rump hit the smooth flap. She hadn't meant to go this way. It was just...mother scared her. And she had no idea why. "Aren't you coming with us?" asked one of them, a lighter gray one named Anther. His awkward paws fidgeted nervously. It was obvious that their mother had set her mind to getting them out of the nest this time.
Concept's thoughts snapped back to reality when an owl hooted nearby. By now the miniature moons had flickered on and washed the thunderpath in a harsh, eerie light. She shivered and tried not to remember the rest of the memory. Four moons old and standing outside in the rain, during a night much like this one, drenched to the skin in frigid rain...No, I won't think about that. Not now. Her pace lagged until she was practically standing, looking up at a stormy gray twoleg nest; wondering how she had ever called that place home. Now she preferred the Rebel's territory. Oh yes, absolutely. Nothing could entice her to go back to that soft kittypet life, or the reckless, lonely life of a loner.
The she-cat sat back on her haunches and stared at the large, dull, ticky-tacky shape. A warm glow radiated from nearly every window of the nest. Was it possible that her mother still lived there? Or had she found another tom to run off with? Both were probable theories, and Concept would've been interested in knowing what had happened to her siblings, as well. Ears flattened against her head, she allowed herself a small sigh. Soon she would have to go back to camp. Not because she would be scolded, which she wouldn't, but because if she stayed away too long she might not come back.[/color][/font][/justify]
