Brittle Timber

by weirdo.cat

Deep, green eyes stared across the clearing, the rainy, depressed look causing silence among all. The eyes showed exhaustion and hatred towards life, as well as anger. So many things had happened that these furious eyes had seen that they no longer wanted to see. They were tired of seeing things in black and white. All they wanted to see was hopeless black.

2. Quivering Excitement

It was soon morning, and he and his sister gave adorable little yawns after their pleasant slumber against Moonshine's warm pelt. They heard a cat pad nearer, curiosity growing inside the little male as a new scent enthralled his nostrils. A cool female's voice interjected his thoughts, new and powerful sounding yet gentle and understanding. "Hello Moonshine. How are the kits?"

"Two survived. I'm afraid the other two died in the night while we were asleep." Even though Moonshine was trying to keep quiet, the two surviving kits heard anyways. They didn't really feel upset about their deceased brothers, just disturbed and unsettled by the thought that they too might die.

"Well, I can at least tell you their names. The brown kit is named Timberkit, the white and ginger kit is named Stormkit." The sound of their new names sent a tingle of excitement down Timberkit's spine, curiosity welling up inside him. His sister gave a pleasant rumble in her throat, showing how pleased she was to know that they have a home now.

"Thank you, Emptystar. I will do my best to take care of them and raise them." Timberkit quivered his tiny little tail. He knew Emptystar was the leader of this group of cats, but he had no idea that she would already be greeting them to the group of wild cats. Emptystar could be heard leaving as Moonshine began to teach the two kits things about the clan and clan life.

That day, Timberkit attempted to absorb as much of the information he heard coming from his adopted mother relating to Clan life.

Afterwards, they noticed a stir in the air and smelled another young kit approaching. "Hi there. My name's Quiverkit. Sorry I never introduced myself before. I haven't been feeling well these past couple of days." He had a quiet tone, his tail beginning to quiver at the excitement of new kits in the clan.

Stormkit was the first to reply to the young kit. They had smelled him, but never saw him, considering they haven't opened their eyes yet. "What's wrong? Are you sick?"

"I've been coughing a lot lately. ThunderClan's medicine cat, Dappleheart, says I have White Cough, but I just saw him and he says I'm getting better."

"That's good." It wasn't long before the two started chatting, leaving Timberkit to curl up into a little ball of fluff next to Moonshine, falling into a deep, gentle sleep.