Post by hawktalon on Jan 17, 2012 1:49:06 GMT -5
Shafts of soft yellow sunlight fell in slanted rays against the forest floor. A layer of snow coated everything, stifling the usual sounds of life that came from the forest. The white flakes had fallen nearly all of the previous day. Even as he watched the other kits play in them, Ravenkit hung back. He couldn't enjoy the simple activity anymore. He blamed it on growing up. He acted like it was only a game, and one he was too old for. But even he gad to admit that saying that would have been a lie.
Ever since he had come here, to MistClan, his daily life had been changed. Not for the better in any aspect either. All he could feel was numb. Creeping numbness that shut him away from everyone outside of his own small world. There was only Ravenkit to comfort himself each morning after a particularly bad dream. Only Ravenkit to look ahead and find the better side of things. Ravenkit shivered in the chill, standing up and grooming his shoulder fur down in a few messy strokes. His fur would spike up and fluff out on its own anyways. His pawsteps were swift and graceful, his eyes shining in health. It was his way of hiding pain that helped him feel better. If not better, at least it felt that way.
His amber-gold eyes swept over the camp, assessing it thoroughly. Each day from three days ago until apprenticeship, Ravenkit had vowed to come the fresh-kill pile and start acting more mature. He guarded the prey in case a hawk or raccoon tried to take some. He knew quite well that those kinda of things never happened. But it felt like he was being useful. And that was all that mattered, right?
Ever since he had come here, to MistClan, his daily life had been changed. Not for the better in any aspect either. All he could feel was numb. Creeping numbness that shut him away from everyone outside of his own small world. There was only Ravenkit to comfort himself each morning after a particularly bad dream. Only Ravenkit to look ahead and find the better side of things. Ravenkit shivered in the chill, standing up and grooming his shoulder fur down in a few messy strokes. His fur would spike up and fluff out on its own anyways. His pawsteps were swift and graceful, his eyes shining in health. It was his way of hiding pain that helped him feel better. If not better, at least it felt that way.
His amber-gold eyes swept over the camp, assessing it thoroughly. Each day from three days ago until apprenticeship, Ravenkit had vowed to come the fresh-kill pile and start acting more mature. He guarded the prey in case a hawk or raccoon tried to take some. He knew quite well that those kinda of things never happened. But it felt like he was being useful. And that was all that mattered, right?
