✿ 𝘔𝘖𝘖𝘕𝘚 20 - 23 ✿

23 2 0
                                    

                     **✿❀ 🌺 ❀✿**

                              **✿❀ 🌺 ❀✿**

Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.

                  **✿❀ 🌺 ❀✿**

TW// Broken neck scene
in the start of moon 22

     Baywhistle observed her kits closely, noting each one's progress as they began to vocalize and interact with their siblings. However, she couldn't help but notice that Shadowkit remained notably quiet compared to his siblings. And when he did speak, stars he just made sounds, no notable words ever came out. Concerned by his lack of vocalization, Baywhistle's maternal instincts kicked in, prompting her to scoop up Shadowkit and make her way swiftly to the medicine cat's den, where Gladebranch awaited with a knowing gaze. With a gentle touch, Gladebranch examined Shadowkit, her expression thoughtful as she carefully observed the young kit's behavior. It didn't take long for her to confirm Baywhistle's suspicions: Shadowkit was deaf.
     Baywhistle's heart clenched with worry as Gladebranch delivered the news. She had feared as much, but the confirmation still hit her hard. She couldn't help but worry about her kit's future, knowing that his inability to communicate like his siblings could present significant challenges. With a reassuring paw on Baywhistle's shoulder, Gladebranch offered words of comfort and encouragement. She assured Baywhistle that while Shadowkit's deafness posed unique challenges, they would work together to ensure he received the love, support, and resources needed to thrive within the clan.
     Despite the absence of sound, Shadowkit felt no sense of loss or longing. To him, this was simply the way things were, and he had never known any different. His world was one of vibrant colors, tantalizing scents, and the gentle brush of fur against his own. He found joy in the rustle of leaves overhead, the warmth of the sun on his fur, and the soft touch of his mother's tongue as she groomed him. As the other cats fussed over him, their expressions filled with concern and sympathy, Shadowkit couldn't understand their fussing. To him, being deaf was just another aspect of who he was, no different from the color of his fur or the sparkle in his eyes. He bounded about the den with the same enthusiasm as his siblings, his heart light and his spirit unburdened by the limitations others saw in him. In Shadowkit's eyes, there was no need for sympathy or pity. He was simply Shadowkit, a curious and playful kit eager to explore the world around him, deafness notwithstanding.

— Shadowkit was confirmed deaf

                                            ✿

     Mulberrycrash sat beneath the dappled shade of a towering oak tree, the sunlight filtering through the leaves above casting a golden hue on his fur. As he watched the bustling activity of the camp, he couldn't shake the feeling of weariness that seemed to settle deep within his bones. Age had crept up on him like a silent shadow, reminding him of the countless moons he had spent serving his clan with unwavering dedication. Turning his gaze to Serpentstar, the leader of PosyClan, Mulberrycrash felt a sense of gratitude wash over him. Despite the weight of his decision, he knew that stepping down from his duties as a warrior was the right choice, both for himself and for the clan he had sworn to protect.
     With a heavy heart, Mulberrycrash broached the topic with Serpentstar, his words tinged with a mixture of nostalgia and acceptance. He spoke of the countless battles fought, the victories won, and the memories forged alongside his clanmates. But now, as age began to take its toll, he knew that it was time to pass the torch to the next generation. To his relief, Serpentstar listened with understanding and compassion, her gaze filled with respect for the warrior who had served PosyClan with unwavering loyalty. With a solemn nod, she granted Mulberrycrash the rank of elder, acknowledging his years of service and the wisdom he had accumulated along the way. As Mulberrycrash watched the camp bustling with activity, he couldn't help but feel a sense of peace settle over him. Though his days as a warrior may be behind him, he knew that his journey was far from over.

POCKETS FULL || A Clangen StoryWhere stories live. Discover now