The [Silver] moon on a [Frosty] night || TAGGED

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Frostkit peered up at the silver moon...

It's light shone down upon the forest, lighting up every tree with sparks of pure moonlight. He gazed around the silent landscape, oblivious to the nighttime sound that rand through his territory. The little tom continued walking, enjoying the feel of a cool breeze that brushed lightly against his side. Ducking under and over-arching fern, he reached a beautiful clearing where small flowers were scattered across the ground, as if the stars had fallen from the sky and alighted on the ground. Frostkit ran into the clearing and rolled over onto the short grass. Nearby a calm river flowed past. He remembered when he had fallen in. Was it the same river? It didn't look like it. Now that he thought about it, this didn't look like the rest of the territory. Had he left Stormclan territory? It didn't matter. All that mattered was exploring. He saw a line of small stones in the river and padded curiously over. They looked strong enough to hold him. He put a paw on the closest one, stretching over the running water. It wasn't flowing as fast as before, but was still strong enough to carry him away. Gulping, Frostkit placed another small white paw on the stone, closely followed by his other two. The stone held. And so he continued until he was on the other bank. That was easy. The little kit decided to continue along the river until he found the big part where he had fallen in. For what seemed like moon, he kept on walking and walking. Until eventually, the spray from the river began splashing onto his fur. He had found it. but now that he was here, he didn't want to stay there. It was too scary. So he began padding into the forest on his side of the river.

...And realised that he wasn't alone

TAGS: Twix - WORD COUNT: 317 - NOTES: n/a

[Twix]

Silvershade had forced her way out of camp under the darkness of night. How many cats would flip if they knew she was leaving the nursery in the middle of the night? Especially this close to kitting? but she couldn't stay here. Her mind whirled and depression made her paws heavy. She still hadn't pushed away the sadness that grew inside of her ever since Shadegorse died. Oh, how she missed him. With everyone getting sick with greencough, she worried that she and her kits would catch it too. Along with Leafbare closing in.. she wondered if she and her precious kits would even make it through the season. Her belly sagged and brushed the ground as the silver cat padded through the forest, her paws instinctively bringing her to the last place her and Shadegorse had spent time together. The river, and minnow pond a little ways off. This was the place she had told him the news of their kits. Their new family.. how quickly it had all got ripped away from her. Is Starclan punishing me? but she couldn't think of any reason why they would be.

Her bright green eyes stared down at the water, still as could be, with the stars reflected on it's surface. Was Shadegorse watching her from Starclan? She lifted her head to stare into the sky. If you are, please give me strength. Both me and ours kits. I don't know how I can do this without you.. Grief pushed at the back of her eyes, and she had to close them to keep the tears and the pain that hid behind them. The only thing that pulled her out of her mourning was a movement in her stomach. Her kits were wriggling on top of each other, changing position and trying to get comfortable. She wondered if they could feel her sadness. My darlings, I'm so sorry. I never meant for any of this to happen to you. Her pelt shined from the moonlight, turning it white beneath the rays. At least the she-cat was in better shape than she was before. Finally her pelt was well-kept and groomed, and she had returned to feeding herself. but.. it was all for her kits, it wasn't for her. Everything she would do from now on would be for her children. She would still be the mother she had always planned to be, whether or not Shadegorse was here. but something in her heart told her that her mate would still be watching over her. She wondered if he was proud of her, or was saddened by the way she had been acting lately. She shook her head. What else was there to do? Only time would heal her wounds. And the birth of our precious, beautiful kits.