𝗶𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹𝘀 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗳 𝗼𝗳 𝗶𝘁.
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abandoned as a helpless kit and left to the mercy of the wild, hollyhockfang's early life was marked by solitude and struggle. found and nurtur...
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thick foliage rustled and swished in the afternoon breeze, setting a strangely peaceful yet teeming atmosphere for the clan. one would not be remiss to picture a landscape comprising largely of hues with pops of blues where the sunlight managed to seep through. the occasional small flowers, gleaming brilliantly in their saturated colours, made a daring statement of vitality within the somewhat muddy ambiance.
the slow-moving river created a soothing rhythm to the afternoon as it cooled through camp, its waters mirrored the patches of clear skies and white clouds, casting fleeting ripples of light across the bank. the calling tree danced within the wind, it's broad branches creaked and groaned with every blow.
close by the lapping river sat the clans two elders, gentlesap and huntsmensight, threading stories of past valour, relentless battles and the fleeting moments of calm within a warriors life: a life they once lived moons ago. the elderly pair chartered while they enjoyed their morning feast, a large bird, a reward for a successful hunt from the previous day. they watched in amusement as flowerkit and berrykit scampered quickly around the camp.
the kits' agile forms flitted through the crowd and evoked a great amount of mirthful chuckles and startled gasps from the clanmates. the kits ignored the chastising voice of their mother as they crashed about the camp in search of their next victim to fall into the trap of telling them stories.
stemstream watched anxiously from where she rested beside her mate, lionstone, as their kits chased each other wildly around the camp: their shrill squeals of delight echoing off the distant trees.
❝ they're going to hurt themselves... ❞ she fretted. her fur bristled nervously as a particularly aggressive pounce almost resulted in a collision.
lionstone watched his mate and lightly lulled his eyes. he brushed a paw over hers to offer her some reassurance.
❝ you can't shield them from everything, ❞ he murmured as he watched as flowerkit tumbled into the fresh-kill pile. ❝ it's part of their learning and their growing, ❞
❝ but- ❞ stemstream began, cutting herself off as a particularly sharp shriek echoed throughout the camp. but her mate's soothing purr stopped her.
❝ remember how you used to always be? chasing butterflies, and never sitting still? i would guess your own mother felt just as anxious as you do now, ❞ he began with a wide smile on his golden face, ❝ but look at how you turned out, ❞
the queen shot her mate a quick look, and she then nodded as she turned her gaze back to their kits, who were now bounding after a grasshopper, in which was frantically trying to escape their tiny paws.
❝ and remember, ❞ lionstone added. he buried his head into her neck affectionately. ❝ the whole clan is also watching over them too. we aren't alone in this. trust them, trust their instincts. let them fall, and let them learn, ❞
