Post by froststream on Jan 6, 2010 19:04:20 GMT -6
Paleflower and Poppyfrost were returning from their drink. They had only been a moment, really. Poppyfrost was teh first to notice the odd silence in the nursery: the only sounds were the odd grunt from a newborn. Poppyfrost crept in father, and shot a glance near Paleflower's nest.
"Paleflower, I think -"
"Yes?"
"Your kits.... They... They're gone! They're not in the nest!"
"Of course not," Paleflower mewed impatiently. "Remember? They have their own nest, back..."
SHe padded towards the nest. She turned it around casually with a paw, expecting to see Duskkit and Tawnykit curled up together. But it was empty.
"Here." Palelfower's words echoed in the quiet nursery. And something else was off. It was colder. And brighter, too. Then, she noticed a hole in the back wall. No kit, no matter how old, could've done that so quickly. Images of Tawnykti adn Duskkit, screaming, backed against a wall, a badger or a fox snarling at them. But she hadn't heard any screams! Then, suddenly, she saw a wisp of golden fur caught on a bramble. No. It wasn't a hawk, a badger, a fox or the dog. It was worse. Alfa.
Paleflower started breathing deeply, sporadically. It was too much. Too, too much! She started screaming, too. She backed up, and looked at her paw to see she was standing in a pool of blood. She screamed louder, frantically, desperately.
Poppyfrost raced into camp, her glossy black form barely a blur. "The kits!" she screamed. "Duskkit and Tawnykit! They're gone! There's blood enerywhere, and Alfa's been there! His fur and his scent is everywhere! Help!"
"Paleflower, I think -"
"Yes?"
"Your kits.... They... They're gone! They're not in the nest!"
"Of course not," Paleflower mewed impatiently. "Remember? They have their own nest, back..."
SHe padded towards the nest. She turned it around casually with a paw, expecting to see Duskkit and Tawnykit curled up together. But it was empty.
"Here." Palelfower's words echoed in the quiet nursery. And something else was off. It was colder. And brighter, too. Then, she noticed a hole in the back wall. No kit, no matter how old, could've done that so quickly. Images of Tawnykti adn Duskkit, screaming, backed against a wall, a badger or a fox snarling at them. But she hadn't heard any screams! Then, suddenly, she saw a wisp of golden fur caught on a bramble. No. It wasn't a hawk, a badger, a fox or the dog. It was worse. Alfa.
Paleflower started breathing deeply, sporadically. It was too much. Too, too much! She started screaming, too. She backed up, and looked at her paw to see she was standing in a pool of blood. She screamed louder, frantically, desperately.
Poppyfrost raced into camp, her glossy black form barely a blur. "The kits!" she screamed. "Duskkit and Tawnykit! They're gone! There's blood enerywhere, and Alfa's been there! His fur and his scent is everywhere! Help!"