Post by Silver on Mar 10, 2015 4:10:19 GMT
Paws trembled against the cold, hard ground as Silverkit sat outside the nursery, the sounds of her sister's coughing deafening her. She stared ahead of her with wide eyes as she tried to focus on something, anything; as long as it wasn't the sickening sounds coming from behind her. Her stomach felt as though it was tumbling around within her, trying to escape through her throat.
Silverkit tried to control her breathing as she heard the muffled chattering of her mother and the medicine cat get more and more frantic with each passing second. The coughing was getting worse. And worse. And worse. Hacking, wheezing, gagging; hot tears welled up in her wide eyes. It was going to happen. Soon; very soon. Now.
One last spluttered cough reached her ears before everything went silent; every cat in camp held still and held their breath. Silverkit stayed quiet for a moment, her mouth drying up even more as she slowly turned her head towards the nursery behind her.
Just then, a loud wail rang through the camp and made all the cats' fur stand on end. Silverkit felt her heart beat faster and she was on her feet in a second. She quickly pushed through the low hanging leaves of the large bushes that made up the nursery, frantically blinking as she tried to adjust to the dim light. Silverkit was breathing hard, and her vision was blurry. When her eyes came in to focus, she thought she might throw up.
"Diamondkit?" She whispered softly, her eyes watering. Her mother was wailing, and there was more distant noise, but Silverkit couldn't hear any of it. She slowly walked towards her sister's motionless, coughless body. She stopped right in front of her, her eyes fixating on her chest; it wasn't moving. "Diamond...kit?" She said again, so quietly that no one would have been able to hear her. She prodded her sister's side; one, twice, then missed as her paw became too shaky for her to move.
Silverkit whimpered as she nudged Diamondkit's face with her nose, "Come on, stop messing with me. You're supposed to have greencough, remember? Start coughing again. Please." She sniffed, a tear dropping into her sister's fur. "If you start coughing again, Thistlefur can cure you. He can make the coughing go away!" Her voice was becoming a quiet squeak as tears began rapidly falling onto Diamondkit.
"Remember how we always talk about becoming apprentices? If you start coughing again we can-" Suddenly, she felt something tug on her neck, and the ground fell out beneath her. She gasped and struggled, trying to break free of the hold. Diamondkit was getting farther and farther away from her as she was carried away by Thistlefur. "Diamondkit!" She screamed, extending her paws out to try to get towards her sister.
It was to no avail; Diamondkit soon left her sight, and Silverkit began to thrash around more, "Let go of me! Put me down! I need to help my sister!" She twisted around and grazed Thistlefur's cheek with her claws. The medicine cat looked at her with glazed eyes as he brought her back to the medicine den. As he set her down, she tried to run back out, but he stopped her.
"Silverkit, you need to stay with me. You can't be bothering your sister while she's trying to...rest." He meowed quietly, laying down in front of her. Silverkit glared at him, tears still fresh in her eyes. After staring outside for a while, she eventually lied down on the opposite side of the medicine cat's den.
After a while, she mewed quietly, "Why did Diamondkit have to die?"
Thistlefur was looking outside with a blank expression. He closed his eyes and sighed very quietly, "Starclan demands great sacrifices to be made if the balance within the clan is to be kept." He explained.
Silverkit narrowed her eyes and glared at the floor of the den, her tail twitching in though. She then looked up defiantly, "So, Starclan wanted my sister to die? They gave her greencough?" The medicine cat sighed and looked at her, "Silverkit, look-"
She glared at him as her tiny tail began to thrash, "That's ridiculous! Some dead cats in the sky couldn't make her sick! And they certainly couldn't - wouldn't - kill her, and-" She stopped as she stared at Thistlefur, her expression changing from one of anger to one of confusion and disbelief. "And they wouldn't be able to talk to us. Unless..." She tilted her head, staring daggers into the medicine cat's eyes.
"Starclan isn't real." She breathed quietly.
YEA IM NOt,,,,great at writing stuff like this but i Tried. this story really made me want to write this so i figured i might as well!
i think i made silverkit a little too,,,,smart,,for a kit,,idk
Silvertail
i think i made silverkit a little too,,,,smart,,for a kit,,idk
Silvertail
idk mate re-purposing Shrew of course, under a different name, also have to think of that.
