Post by x.Generic.Dragon.x on Jan 3, 2009 13:49:51 GMT -7
The small, emaciated cat pulled herself out of the abandoned rabbit hole with a wheeze, her tail dragging on the ground and her pawsteps weakened after many nights of scarce pray and fierce cold. Her pelt was dull and it clung to her alarmingly thin body; her ribs showed clearly through. She looked around, her once-bright eyes sullenly taking in the area. Without even needing to open her jaws to scent, she knew that this was an area for one of the Clans. The tiny mewl from within the abandoned 'den' brought her attention back to what was here, now.
With a heavy sigh, she flicked her tail and laid at the entrance of the hole. "Ghostkit..." She waited as the tiny scrap of gray fur toddled out of the den, fur fluffed up in alarm from the strong gales that rushed through the forest that night. Dusttail had positioned herself so that she lay in a way that blocked the wind...at least for her kit. She knew her time was up, though. She could barely stand as it was. And it was leaf-bare, and they were on a Clan's territory. How could she even hope to feed her kit, now...?
The Queen curled protectively around her kit, nosing her into her fur. It would provide some level of warmth, and hopefully a patrol would soon come upon the two wandering cats. But Dusttail hoped that the kit could make it through the night; she certainly could not. With a sigh, she murmured into the kits ear. "I need to rest now, Ghostkit..."
The kit mewed, "Are you sick, mom?"
"No, dear. But I am very weak..." She licked the kit's head once, and sighed deeply. Her voice was gentle, "Just remember, my dear Ghostkit. I love you. I always will. And one day, we will see your siblings, and Silversleet again..." She gave out a raspy purr of amusement as the kit curled closer to her.
Silverpelt was slowly fading, and dawn would be coming at any moment. The life from Dusttail dwindled away, and her kit remained there, worried from snout to tail. She rose, looking at her mother in concern. A feeling of dread clawed at her chest; was her mother going to wake up in a few hours? The horrid feeling told her no, but she clung to the Queen's lifeless body in hopes that she would rise again soon...