Post by Yoko on Nov 19, 2011 15:56:33 GMT -6
Silence can grow heavy when met with weariness. This was Lizardeye's observation after what seemed like a never-ending hunting patrol. The tabby tom's paws hardly lifted from the semi-solid ground before landing heavily one before the other. Eyes that usually flashed with icy intelligence were dull and half-shut with desire for sleep.
Still, he hunted as best he could for the sake of his siblings, Twistedclaw, who was actually sick; and Snakertail, who was half mad with worry about Twistedclaw, Adderkit, and Ivykit. Snaketail had declined to join this third hunting patrol of the day, so that he could strengthen his daughter's makeshift den, which he built to isolate them from the nursery after Spiderkit died. Lizardeye had disapproved at first, but his brother's instinct had been correct, because the plague spread quickly amongst the rest of the Clan. Adderkit and Ivykit were healthy so far...
As concerned as he was for his siblings, he was also concerned for his hunting companion. Brindlepelt had suffered the loss of two sisters to the plague. Lizardeye shuttered at the thought that he might lose his own siblings the same way, but he wasn't sure that Brindlepelt was bound to her siblings as he was to his. His curiosity urged him to question her about her family relationships, but he did his best to push it away. He had never cared for prying into another cat's business before...
But Brindlepelt was not just any other cat. Her mystery had interested him from the beginning. His guilt about her shoulder injury had held him to her throughout her recovery. Now something else seemed to bind them. Something strangely similar to affection, but a bit more forceful and more difficult a concept to grasp. In any case, if asking Brindlepelt about her recently deceased siblings might cause her any pain, then Lizardeye refused to do it.
With tired paws, he walked on, scenting for more prey.