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Post by Snakekit on Apr 2, 2017 21:43:29 GMT -6
Snakekit was proudly walking around camp. He had annoyed and pestered enough cats today and he felt accomplished. The tom made his way over to his favorite sunning spot in the camp and stood in the sunlight for a few moments just to relax. "Soon, I'll be an apprentice." His eyes glittered and he smiled. "Then after that, I'll be the bravest warrior of Rockclan!"
Suddenly, his legs froze. No, his whole body froze. He couldn't move. "What-What's going on?" He called out in fright, but no one seemed to hear him.
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Post by Cloudclan on Apr 4, 2017 4:51:36 GMT -6
SNAILTAIL
The silver tom was stepping away from Cloudclan almost upon reaching it. He had found watching from afar tedious so far and was still fresh enough to mourn his lost life. The knowledge that his kits had recently been born did not help the matter. Upon learning of a message that needed to be delivered to one of his special children, it had been Snailtail who volunteered.
He appeared in the middle of camp, not skilled or bothered enough to create a vast illusion. "Snakekit." He murmured plainly. He wondered if he was still remembered, or missed. "There is something I must share with you, my son."
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Post by Snakekit on Apr 4, 2017 8:35:49 GMT -6
The kit's eyes widened at the sight of his father. "You're-you're supposed to be dead!'' Snakekit shrunk back in fear. He had very few memories of his father. His scent he remembered, but Snailtail had died before Snakekit ever got to know him well. Snakekit had tried to act like being fatherless was no big deal, but deep down he wanted a male figure in his life. "Brackensky told me you were one of the bravest Rockclan warriors!" His eyes shifted away from his father's. I want to be like him..
Suddenly, his eyes glowed with excitement. "Am I going to be like you?"
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Post by Cloudclan on Apr 9, 2017 22:24:29 GMT -6
SNAILTAIL
The silver tabby looked upon his son with gentle scrutiny. Cloudclan had decreed that he was to have a special future laid before him, Snailtail was nothing but the messenger. His heart sunk slightly at Snakekit's excitement. It didn't seem he yet understood Snailtail's position before him, and the tom did not know how to gently inform him.
"My future is apart from yours now, my son," he murmured, his voice hollow. "Your life will be much brighter and harder than mine could ever be." His eyes faded of color, becoming nothing but bright orbs of light. "A snake sunning upon rocks will be guided by the stars. You will find guidance in one at home in the sea." With his message delivered the dead warrior began to slowly fade.
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Post by Snakekit on Apr 9, 2017 23:15:32 GMT -6
Snakekit felt his ears flatten to his head. He didn't want Snailtail to leave nor did he understand anything he was saying. He shifted his paws uncomfortably. "Why would I need guidance? And how could a snake be smart enough to interpret anything?" He tried to ignore the mention about his life, picturing Snailtail's trampled body in the middle of camp when Snakekit was barely even old enough to walk properly.
When his father started to fade away, he panicked. "Don't leave! Rockclan needs you!" He closed his eyes and squeaked, "I need you!" Snakekit opened his eyes once more and his father was gone. The kit whipped his head around, looking to see if Snailtail had gone elsewhere. "Dad? Dad!" Snakekit didn't seem to grasp that Snailtail was permanently dead. That he wouldn't come back.
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