Post by froststream on Jan 17, 2010 14:56:53 GMT -6
"Honeykit, I'm scared..."
"Shut up, Brightkit!"
The pale ginger she cat had enough sense to keep her little mouth closed. She kept looking over her shoulder, her pale blue eyes flickering nervously. She knew they weren't supposed to be here. Why, if Goldenheart had even the faintest idea they were so far from camp, they'd be crow-food! This was just another of Honeykit's schemes, and normally Brightkit didn't participate. But she was so curious to see the river. Often she heard of cats speaking about it, casually in unimportant (at least to her) conversations. SHe often caught bits that told of a majestic dark blue turbulent river that had both the stregnth of a hundred cats and the grace of the wind. Her mind ached with want to see this tell-tale place. Her soft white paws hauled herself up over a log, and she staggered. For before her were cliffs, giving way to reveal a cutrain of twirling, twisting waters that sparkled in the sunlight.
After a moment or two of silence, Honeykit nudged her small sister and purred, "C'mon. I want to get on a lower rock overhang. I want to touch the river!" Naturally, Brightkit didn't object. Honeykit lead the way down the steep, jagged stones, her small paws letting her get into even the most awkward places. She paused on a solid rock overhang, helping little Brightkit step down to join her. They were far from the water. About ten fox-legnths lower, the cold water lapped at the rocks and sprayed in the air. It was deep, Honeykit noted. The dark water was opaque, and she couldn't see the bottom.
"Dad's gonna kill us."
Honeykit turned to her sister. "Yeah. But before he knows it, we'll be back at camp. What Daddy doesn't know won't hurt him."
"I suppose."
In reality, Goldenheart was near by. Purely by coincidence, he was out hunting in some undergrowth, and he was so concentrated he failed to scent his kits. What broke him out of his thoughts, however, was a sharp, startled mewling close by. He jerked his head, opened his mouth and inhaled. Honeykit, and Brightkit! It wasn't unusual for the kits to be trundling around camp, but under no circumstances should they be this far away. He dashed forward, following the scents, and what he saw startled him.
Brightkit and Honeykit had been sitting peacably, taking a rest from their climb. Honeykit stood, stretched, and Brightkit gamely got up and smiled. How the day was bright and beautiful! She was smelling all the warm scents when she heard a sort of grinding noise. That was her first clue something was off. Honeykit heard it too. There it was again; a low, mournful sound like scraping claws on stone. Stone! Honeykit looked at her feet and noticed that the rock felt looser.
"It's going to cave!" Honeykit squealed. "Jump to another rock!"
Brightkit, purely by reflex, leapt as far as she could, aiming for a smooth grey stone farther down. But she landed flatly, awkwardly, her weak little legs sliding on the stone. She hit her head, and, in a dazed state, fell off. Honeykit cried out, but was unable to do anything. Brightkit's tiny, thin sandy form disappeared as the water spread and swallowed her. As a wave pulled back, she caught a final glimpse of Brightkit. She had landed among jagged stones, and the water was only red for a second. Then the merciless water spread over it, and when it slunk back, Brightkit was gone forever. She had died instantly.
All this happened within two seconds. Honeykit, transfixed in horror as she watched her sister die, was unaware of teh rock now sliding completely out of it's place. She flipped on her back, trying to grab something, anything. But he little paw reached only air, and with the rock she fell. Her first impression was how cold the water was. It was frigid, frosty, freezing! And it swallowed her immediately. She was blinded by the underwater shadows, and struggled to get back up. The water was so heavy, and so cold....
Goldenheart had only witnessed teh end of Brightkit's descent, and Honeykit's fall. They were on teh other side of teh river. He had crossed over in shallow water earlier, but he remembered how cold it was. His kits would never stand a chance! There was teh option of going back to camp for help, but by then the kits would be long gone, and the other warriors would have as much power as him. So, impulsively, he yowled for help, and scaled down teh cliff onto the narrow, sandy earth right next to the river. Far up ahead there was a fallen tree. If he could get there, he could grab his kits. He sprinted as fast as his bony body could carry him, hauling himself over the puddles, pebbles and throns. He was forced to wade into the freezing water, and pulled himself onto the tree branch. He bent down, seeing a pale form coming. He bent down, and with success, picked up teh kit. It was Brightkit. He knew immediately she was dead. Her small body glistened with water, and she had no pulse. Her little body was completely broken.
Placing his daughter gently on a limb, in sorrow, he prepared himself for Honeykit. But he didn't see her. He waited, and knew it wouldn't take this long for a kit to wash down the river. Either she was on shore, safe, or he had missed her. He leapt into the water, swimming, desperately trying to find his kits.
The battle against the frigid waters was short. Before Goldenheart located Honeykit, his eyes closed forever.
((So, final causes of death.
Brightkit: Died from the fall.
Honeykit: Hypothermia
Goldenheart: Drowned.
Farewell my brave kitties! May you find peace in StarClan! I'm sorry! *breaks down* ))
"Shut up, Brightkit!"
The pale ginger she cat had enough sense to keep her little mouth closed. She kept looking over her shoulder, her pale blue eyes flickering nervously. She knew they weren't supposed to be here. Why, if Goldenheart had even the faintest idea they were so far from camp, they'd be crow-food! This was just another of Honeykit's schemes, and normally Brightkit didn't participate. But she was so curious to see the river. Often she heard of cats speaking about it, casually in unimportant (at least to her) conversations. SHe often caught bits that told of a majestic dark blue turbulent river that had both the stregnth of a hundred cats and the grace of the wind. Her mind ached with want to see this tell-tale place. Her soft white paws hauled herself up over a log, and she staggered. For before her were cliffs, giving way to reveal a cutrain of twirling, twisting waters that sparkled in the sunlight.
After a moment or two of silence, Honeykit nudged her small sister and purred, "C'mon. I want to get on a lower rock overhang. I want to touch the river!" Naturally, Brightkit didn't object. Honeykit lead the way down the steep, jagged stones, her small paws letting her get into even the most awkward places. She paused on a solid rock overhang, helping little Brightkit step down to join her. They were far from the water. About ten fox-legnths lower, the cold water lapped at the rocks and sprayed in the air. It was deep, Honeykit noted. The dark water was opaque, and she couldn't see the bottom.
"Dad's gonna kill us."
Honeykit turned to her sister. "Yeah. But before he knows it, we'll be back at camp. What Daddy doesn't know won't hurt him."
"I suppose."
In reality, Goldenheart was near by. Purely by coincidence, he was out hunting in some undergrowth, and he was so concentrated he failed to scent his kits. What broke him out of his thoughts, however, was a sharp, startled mewling close by. He jerked his head, opened his mouth and inhaled. Honeykit, and Brightkit! It wasn't unusual for the kits to be trundling around camp, but under no circumstances should they be this far away. He dashed forward, following the scents, and what he saw startled him.
Brightkit and Honeykit had been sitting peacably, taking a rest from their climb. Honeykit stood, stretched, and Brightkit gamely got up and smiled. How the day was bright and beautiful! She was smelling all the warm scents when she heard a sort of grinding noise. That was her first clue something was off. Honeykit heard it too. There it was again; a low, mournful sound like scraping claws on stone. Stone! Honeykit looked at her feet and noticed that the rock felt looser.
"It's going to cave!" Honeykit squealed. "Jump to another rock!"
Brightkit, purely by reflex, leapt as far as she could, aiming for a smooth grey stone farther down. But she landed flatly, awkwardly, her weak little legs sliding on the stone. She hit her head, and, in a dazed state, fell off. Honeykit cried out, but was unable to do anything. Brightkit's tiny, thin sandy form disappeared as the water spread and swallowed her. As a wave pulled back, she caught a final glimpse of Brightkit. She had landed among jagged stones, and the water was only red for a second. Then the merciless water spread over it, and when it slunk back, Brightkit was gone forever. She had died instantly.
All this happened within two seconds. Honeykit, transfixed in horror as she watched her sister die, was unaware of teh rock now sliding completely out of it's place. She flipped on her back, trying to grab something, anything. But he little paw reached only air, and with the rock she fell. Her first impression was how cold the water was. It was frigid, frosty, freezing! And it swallowed her immediately. She was blinded by the underwater shadows, and struggled to get back up. The water was so heavy, and so cold....
Goldenheart had only witnessed teh end of Brightkit's descent, and Honeykit's fall. They were on teh other side of teh river. He had crossed over in shallow water earlier, but he remembered how cold it was. His kits would never stand a chance! There was teh option of going back to camp for help, but by then the kits would be long gone, and the other warriors would have as much power as him. So, impulsively, he yowled for help, and scaled down teh cliff onto the narrow, sandy earth right next to the river. Far up ahead there was a fallen tree. If he could get there, he could grab his kits. He sprinted as fast as his bony body could carry him, hauling himself over the puddles, pebbles and throns. He was forced to wade into the freezing water, and pulled himself onto the tree branch. He bent down, seeing a pale form coming. He bent down, and with success, picked up teh kit. It was Brightkit. He knew immediately she was dead. Her small body glistened with water, and she had no pulse. Her little body was completely broken.
Placing his daughter gently on a limb, in sorrow, he prepared himself for Honeykit. But he didn't see her. He waited, and knew it wouldn't take this long for a kit to wash down the river. Either she was on shore, safe, or he had missed her. He leapt into the water, swimming, desperately trying to find his kits.
The battle against the frigid waters was short. Before Goldenheart located Honeykit, his eyes closed forever.
((So, final causes of death.
Brightkit: Died from the fall.
Honeykit: Hypothermia
Goldenheart: Drowned.
Farewell my brave kitties! May you find peace in StarClan! I'm sorry! *breaks down* ))