The night isn't what I fear | [p] w, Feather

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    Pumpkinkit ♚

    trad RC - Kit - Tom - 4 moons - Bio


    ―  Gasps of breath escaped the little tom. He was panting heavily, with his chest shaking every breath he took.


    "No! Please stop..." he whimpered as he watched two dark figures murdering a tom. The only thing he could see clearly through the darkness and shadows was the toms silver tabby pelt. He ran up to try and make the two cats stop, but it was like he wasn't even there. "Please!" he begged for them to stop, but they didn't hear him. He felt hopeless. This innocent tom was going to die, and he couldn't do anything about it. As he sat back, with his eyes shut to try and block out the image. All he could hear was the word 'dismay' repeatedly. He opened his eyes to try and give his last effort to make them stop, but much to his surprise, he was safe and sound in the nursery. It was only a dream...


    Hours passed and Pumpkinkit was still just as traumatized as he was when he woke from the dream. He could still here the word 'dismay' echo in his head. There was a tugging in his chest, that lead him out of the nursery. The night was silent and calm. the tugging stopped after he was closest to the medicine cats den, Maybe he should tell one of them? They might be able to help? His tired and still shivering body shuffled into the medicine cat den, "Hello?" He called, his tone frightened.


    //Here it is [Polynesia]  

    It was one of those quiet nights that gave her time for reflection. A night like this was a rare moment of peace for Feathersong. There were very few moments that she had to herself anymore between her duties and training her apprentices. Stretching her scarred body, the healer would roll onto her right side, keeping her eyes on the entrance of the den. Something felt strange and she couldn't quite grasp what it was that made her feel this way.


    As though he himself were the answer, the silhouette of her son broke the silence of the night. "Pumpkinkit, what's wrong, sweetheart?" Against the light of the moon she noticed his trembling. "Come inside, you can sit next to me in my nest." She offered, sitting up and beckoning him with her fluffy tail. It wasn't clear to her what had gotten him so scared but it made her nervous. Was her kitten okay?

    Pumpkinkit ♚

    trad RC - Kit - Tom - 4 moons - Bio


    ―  Pumpkinkit scurried into Feathersong's nest and sat down. He took a deep breath, before squeezing close to Feathersong's side. "I had a bad dream." He mumbled, "And i can't go to sleep." He added in a weary tone. He was still trembling as the only thing he could think of was the dream he had been given.

    "A bad dream?" Feathersong would question gently, wrapping her fluffy tail around him soothingly. "Do you want to talk about it?" The scarred sheline would offer, her tone soft. She was hoping that being beside her would help him relax enough to fall back asleep. It wouldn't bother her if he needed to sleep in her nest. The chance to soothe him in this way had never been presented to her before and she desperately yearned to bond with her son.

    Pumpkinkit ♚

    trad RC - Kit - Tom - 4 moons - Bio


    ―  "Well. I saw a fight. Two cats were trying to hurt an injured tom, a-and I ran over to try and make them stop. But-but they didn't hear me. It was like i wasn't even there..." He said with a quiver in his voice, "I covered my eyes to try and block it out, but all I could hear was 'dismay'... I think the tom died." He whined. "Why couldn't I help him?" He asked. He laid down and covered himself with Feathersong's tail, waiting to see what the medince cat would say.

    For a few serene moments she was blissfully ignorant of the implications of his dream, it sounded like a nightmare and that was bad. When the name, or word as Pumpkinkit described it; dismay, appeared she stiffened involuntarily. In her surprise she hardly managed to mask her shock and she turned her head to look out of the den thoughtfully.


    Could her son have had a prophetic dream? It was a question that she knew was troubling but she couldn't deny the answer being yes. For a few moments, she sat in thought until she remembered he had asked her a question.


    "I don't know, little one, sometimes things like that happen." She hadn't really ever considered herself a murderer until now. She had helped kill that injured tom, that had been awful but surely it was justified?

    It couldn't be though, not if she couldn't even explain it to Rootlegs, or her children, or Finchpaw.

    She had felt blood run at her paws and been spellbound by it. Feeling protective of her son, she pressed her body subtly closer to him, assured in some way by his closeness.


    Would he ever be this close if he knew what she'd done?

    Pumpkinkit ♚

    trad RC - Kit - Tom - 4 moons - Bio


    ―  Pumpkin noticed a change in Feathersong once he had spoken of dismay. He didn't know if he hurt her, or if he scared her, or what. But he wanted to know. "Feathersong? Are you alright?" He asked, nuzzling into her fur for the comfort of both of them.

    His question woke her from the haze in her mind and she craned her head to look at him. "I'm alright, I'm just worried about you." It was an easy lie and allowed her to avoid any explanations. "I know the world is so big and scary right now but you'll begin to explore further and wider as you get older." She didn't really know what she was doing and she cleared her throat. "You'll begin to understand so much more."

    Pumpkinkit ♚

    trad RC - Kit - Tom - 4 moons - Bio


    ―  "Really?" He asked softly. He rested his head on Feathersong as he felt a wave of tiredness hit him, his eyes blinked repeatedly before they shut for the night, "Thank you, Feathersong." He mumbled drowsily.

    "Really." Feathersong confirmed. She could feel his breaths becoming rhythmic and she curled her body around him. Looking around for a moment, she would close her eyes. "Goodnight, my beautiful son..." She'd whisper almost wordlessly, as she too gave in to slumber.


    (sorry for the delay, work has been hell.)