by Hopeflower » Mon Mar 08, 2010 9:02 pm
Bloodspill grinned as she disappeared. She'd forgotten how much fun it was to mess with cats...
Demontalon shifted. She felt restless. She wanted to run as far and as fast as her legs could take her. She didn't want to stay in her nest like a good kit. She sat up, and slipped out of her nest. She nearly leaped out of her fur when Blazeheart's voice murmured, "Can't sleep?" She turned her head, looking for the dark ginger tom. He was sitting a little further away, his amber gaze trained on the darkening sky. She limped forward to join him. "Are you looking for Sunstorm?" she asked softly, glancing at him. Blazeheart let out a long, quiet sigh. "Him and our mother," he answered. He fell silent, meowing after a moment, "Do you think Auburnpelt would blame me...or would she say that I did my best, like Thunderheart?"
His sister closed her eyes, thinking of a reply. "I think she would understand that you couldn't have done more for him," she murmured at last. "But I could have!" He whispered, turning an anguished stare on the black she-cat. "I could have done so much more, and it kills me knowing that because of me, our brother's dead." His voice choked, and he swallowed hard. "I should have gotten him away from there," he whispered. "I should have fought harder. I should have known it would come to a fight." He reached out and pressed his muzzle to her shoulder, feeling himself shaking. She was shaking, too - less noticeably. She turned her head and rested her chin on the dark ginger tom's neck, taking in a deep breath and swallowing a yowl of sorrow.
"It isn't your fault," she murmured, closing her eyes as memories flooded her mind. She'd never been really close to her brothers - but the bond had still been there. She remembered telling Blazeheart of ShadowClan when they were apprentices - he'd been tempted by an offer of power Cindersoul, and had been seeking advice after being brought home by their father. She remembered Sunstorm's laugh, the way his eyes would light up with emotion. She remembered being hailed as a warrior alongside her brothers. Fresh grief drove its claws into her heart. It's gone now...all of it. No more hunting with him. No more late-night conversations. No more... "It's not your fault," she repeated, feeling Blazeheart's shaking intensify.
"Gotta have a little sadness once in a while so you know when the good times come."
"Talent is a pursued interest. In other words, anything that you're willing to practice, you can do." ~ Bob Ross
"The future is always uncertain and painful but it must be lived." ~ Unknown