restless (open!)
Oct 24, 2015 11:22:12 GMT -6
Post by mouseface ✿ on Oct 24, 2015 11:22:12 GMT -6
her dreams were troubled that night. though her sleep was light, restless, the images that came to her were not fantastical or even simply mundane and pleasant - instead, they were memories, or crude reconstructions of them. her sons; firfang's abuse. shellpaw's tantrum; spiderpaw's accident; firfang's death. and ... spidermoon's disappearance, more recently. mouseface awoke to an emptiness in her chest almost as great as the day he had gone missing.
she didn't like to dwell on it. she didn't like to dwell on many things, really; it was easier just to forget, after all, to simply not think about all she had lost. as she rose from her nest, shaking out her pelt for good measure, she stole a quick glance around the den. no one else seemed to be awake. though no light from the outside reached this far into the cave, she felt that it was probably before dawn. heaving a sigh, and exaggerating the motion out of habit in her broad shoulders, the old she-cat made her way out of the cave, pushing past her clanmates and through the medicine cat's den without so much as another glance their way.
the stars were nearly gone, the telling signs of the coming sunrise visible in the sky's hue. sometimes she longed for the days when she'd slept out here among her clanmates - sleeping within the cave somehow made her feel trapped at times, and she missed awakening to see the stars blinking down above her. still, she'd chosen to retire so early on in life - she had no one to blame but herself. (didn't mean she couldn't still sometimes be a little bitter over it, though.)
she blinked out at the pelts of her clanmates, wondering if any of them might be awake. giving herself a long stretch and letting out a yawn, she shook herself once more, briefly, before heading over to the freshkill pile. everything here was cold, long-since killed and nearly stale. disappointed, she nudged at a bright-looking minnow - recoiling just a little when it flopped over and she could smell that it didn't smell so fresh anymore. sure, another cat might have chanced it anyway, but she was an elder. wasn't she supposed to be treated with respect, have nice food brought to her...? maybe if she looked sad enough about it someone would notice and go catch her something nice. her stomach growled on cue, and she huffed, turning and scowling as she again tried to search the pelts of clanmates for any signs of life. was anyone awake?? she was hungry, and worst of all, bored. it wouldn't do to go back to sleep now, but she hated waited around, too.
hmph. maybe she'd go wander off for a sunrise stroll. there was certainly no one around now to tell her she couldn't do so.
she didn't like to dwell on it. she didn't like to dwell on many things, really; it was easier just to forget, after all, to simply not think about all she had lost. as she rose from her nest, shaking out her pelt for good measure, she stole a quick glance around the den. no one else seemed to be awake. though no light from the outside reached this far into the cave, she felt that it was probably before dawn. heaving a sigh, and exaggerating the motion out of habit in her broad shoulders, the old she-cat made her way out of the cave, pushing past her clanmates and through the medicine cat's den without so much as another glance their way.
the stars were nearly gone, the telling signs of the coming sunrise visible in the sky's hue. sometimes she longed for the days when she'd slept out here among her clanmates - sleeping within the cave somehow made her feel trapped at times, and she missed awakening to see the stars blinking down above her. still, she'd chosen to retire so early on in life - she had no one to blame but herself. (didn't mean she couldn't still sometimes be a little bitter over it, though.)
she blinked out at the pelts of her clanmates, wondering if any of them might be awake. giving herself a long stretch and letting out a yawn, she shook herself once more, briefly, before heading over to the freshkill pile. everything here was cold, long-since killed and nearly stale. disappointed, she nudged at a bright-looking minnow - recoiling just a little when it flopped over and she could smell that it didn't smell so fresh anymore. sure, another cat might have chanced it anyway, but she was an elder. wasn't she supposed to be treated with respect, have nice food brought to her...? maybe if she looked sad enough about it someone would notice and go catch her something nice. her stomach growled on cue, and she huffed, turning and scowling as she again tried to search the pelts of clanmates for any signs of life. was anyone awake?? she was hungry, and worst of all, bored. it wouldn't do to go back to sleep now, but she hated waited around, too.
hmph. maybe she'd go wander off for a sunrise stroll. there was certainly no one around now to tell her she couldn't do so.