Post by Rendezvous on Apr 13, 2013 22:09:34 GMT -5
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The sun rose high above the canopy of the trees, the rays reaching into the warrior's den. Brightcloud had already been awake in her nest, her deep blue eyes observing warriors as they got up out of their nests, stretched, before finally exiting the den to tend to their usual warrior duties. Even though it was a new day, the memories of only six moons ago still plagued the she-cat's mind. Those said memories was the main cause that the she-cat had retreated into this invisible shell, refusing to utter more than a few soft-spoken words before carrying on with whatever she was doing.
Brightcloud remembered how her dear mother died much too young with the early kitting of Larkpaw. She remembered all too well the look in her mother's eyes as she gazed at her three kits, Brightcloud, Lionfur and Whitethroat, before joining the ranks of Starclan. After deciding to name their little sister Larkkit, Brightcloud had simply lost the will to speak, even though she was fully capable of doing so.
Pushing the memories to the back of her mind, the calico got to her paws and exited the den, blinking as her eyes adjusted to the brightness of the day. Shifting her gaze she noticed that the prey pile was running low. Hunting wouldn't hurt. She thought as she scanned the clearing for a moment. Flicking the tip of her tail, the she-cat decided to take it into her own paws to hunt, not wanting to wait for the clan deputy to organize a patrol.
With the removal of old news, Brightcloud found herself focusing on the problems within the present. The quiet she-cat held a secret that no one needed to know right now. She didn't want the questioning glances of her clanmates, she didn't want to be questioned about the whys and hows. The calico thought of Flameheart, the calico tom whom she had shared the nursery with as a kitten. The tom had always been quite a unique tom, and his looks drew other she-cats in like a magnet. Alas, Brightcloud had found herself caught up in the tom's magnetic field, drifting towards him like the planets to the sun.
He was handsome, intelligent, simply delightful. How could the quiet she-cat not fall for the tom? Yet risks lurked around every corner, and when you played with fire, you were more than likely to get burned. In this case, the she-cat was sporting third degree burns. She didn't feel like herself lately, she felt genuinely different. She had been eating more, sleeping more, and last night it had hit her. She was pregnant. The thought sickened Brightcloud, she couldn't be expecting kits. Especially not a tom who was not her mate, a tom that would not love her.
She was alone, yet again. She wouldn't go to the medicine cat, Fogheart didn't need to know nor did anyone else in the clan. This battle was hers, and hers alone to fight. Whenever she groomed her fur, she noticed that her belly was getting a little bit bigger every day, for now her long fur would hide it, if not only for a little while. Shaking the thoughts again, she resumed her thoughts of hunting. This is my problem, no one else's. She thought as she stepped into the warrior's den, figuring she might as well as Flameheart if he would like to join her on a hunt.
Brightcloud couldn't put up with any other cat, except for Flameheart, her brothers, and probably Kitecry, seeing that the tom didn't say very much. "Flameheart?" She meowed quietly before waiting a few moments and adding, "Will you come hunting with me, please?" She asked before retreating from the den without waiting for an answer. She didn't want to stand around all day waiting for the tom so she headed out of camp on her own accord, disappearing through the tunnel and arriving in the midst of the forest.
The forest welcomed her, its peaceful nature embracing her. Brightcloud enjoyed hunting, but it was almost as if it was becoming a chore nowadays, she almost felt the need to protect the precious gift that she was harboring within her body for the time being. Brightcloud refused to let that slow her down, she wouldn't risk any other cats noticing a change in her.
No cat could know.
But I must tell Flameheart.
