Posts by Tallow_Cat

“I am unsure of the specific events that lead up to this ending,” he told her truthfully, bowing his head to her.

“I came to collect the rouge Mrote,” he gestured to the creature, “and upon out leave I heard the glass shatter. We came and saw you and that man. You were wounded, your physical ones are all healed, I can do nothing for ones of the mind.”

He wasn’t too sure how to go about the situation, this was normally the kind of scene he’d be leaving. Being the one to cause such a panic of this nature.

Being on the other side was not something he understood, not really.

“Is there anything I can do to aid in your calming?”

Petalwhisker shuddered again, the cold creeping further up his wet body. This was very much the opposite of what a beautiful cat should deal with. But really, they’d been hunting, and it was probably in their best interest to head back and warm up.

He padded over to his scrawny mouse, looking back to her with a grin.

“Here’s the plan. We go back to camp, drop this off, dry as best we can, go and make to softest, warmest nest possible.” He nodded, “then we make any of the warriors in there come and cuddle us because we’re freezing our beautiful pelts off!”

That sounded nice, soft nest and another warm body.

“Why wait?” He laughed, quickly picking up his frozen prey, ready to leave as easily as he’d left.

Cold, wet, shivering, and embarrassed, that’s how Petalwhisker felt. Most certainly not enough to chase him away, but enough to get him whining, which wasn’t very hard at all.

He sprang up when Hopeclaw fell in, watching his disappear, and to avoid being splashed again, of course. He knew how to swim, no need to be so concerned.

Petalwhisker looked to Bearmumble and Sanddune, whiskers twitching at their interactions.

“Bearmumble,” he whined, calling to the tom. “When we get back to camp you’ll help me warm up, won’t you handsome?”

His whines continued for a moment as he looked down at the water again, following Hopeclaw’s instructions.

“And…then I just… Aha!”

Petalwhisker gave her a soft look, “like you said, it’s more luck than anything.” She seemed a bit upset, “and I technically didn’t catch anything either, no one’s going to berate you. You would have got that mouse if not for that hawk,” he reminded.

His ears twitched, feeling frozen simply by existing.

“Of course, they can’t refuse.”

Moving through the snow was just as easy this time as it had been the first time, though his mouth was freezing from his frozen catch. Hardly something a cat such as he should have to deal with! Frozen ears and all!

He couldn’t describe his relief as he saw the camp come into view.

“Thank Starclan,” though it came out completely muffled, so no cat could really hear what he’d said.

Petalwhisker’s heart jumped to his throat at the sign of the badger and the kits so close. A badger could snap them in half without even a care, it brought a sick feeling, bile nearly slipping from his mouth.

And suddenly one of all those bad thoughts was very, very real.

“Oh Starclan, no…”

The anxiety and fear that bubbled in his gut burned to an anger that he had to force himself still with. If he could he’d fight that badger all on his own. Oh, those poor kits, he could only imagine how scared they were! How much they desired their mother in that moment.

Looking between all the cats with him Petalwhisker nodded, squashing all doubt in his stomach. Even if he had to die, which he really hoped didn’t happen, he’d make sure those kits were safe with their mother again.

“I’m ready whenever you all are.”