Post by Spottedleaf ~Dapps on Jun 8, 2009 17:12:57 GMT -5
It had been two moons. Two moons since all this had happened. Two moons since Willowsong had given birth to a beautiful jet-black daughter. A daughter with a crook in her tail, and no voice at all. She lay still as death, but breathed soft, and lived. And Willowsong had named her Rookkit, after the crow, whom she resembled. It also sounded like Root. Rootclaw was the father, and proud as a cock had he been until he saw his deformed daughter.
Not deformed, so much as she had the poor old crook in her tail. He blamed himself and cursed his paw and confused the Clan so much. Nobody understood, except his daughter Lichenpaw who seemed to get it very well. She could be seen sometimes, cooing about him and comforting him. Telling him Rookkit would be okay.
And he believed her until Rookkit opened her eyes. The poor kit had the faded blue that Rootclaw knew so well, and then there was no stopping him. He wailed and cried when he thought no one was looking. He was always in a sour mood. Always biting and scratching at any cat who bothered him. Not a good thing at all. So nobody was surprised when he vanished. What surprised them all was that Lichenpaw had no idea where they had gone.
Lichenpaw knew everything about her father, but now she was as lost as anyone. Willowsong and Rookkit and Rootclaw were gone without a trace. Strange. But the Clan forgot about them after searching for a half-moon.
Then another moon passed and only Lichenpaw and Ghostpaw, Rootclaw's two daughters, remembered him. Even Ghostpaw grew cold for him, and Lichenpaw grew oddly soft. Without her father, she was slightly nicer and kinder to others. It scared a few cats, but confused most of them. She was never nice. Why now? What did she know?
Two moons after Rookkit was born, Hawkeye gently stroked teary-eyed and horrified Willowsong. She cried for her lost kit, wailing like a baby. But a blind kit who is deaf and mute to the world, who was new to walking, had wandered off and could not be found. Obviously dead or drowned. Hawkeye comforted Willowsong, and talked to her along time while Rootclaw hunted his mind off things. And then Willowsong agreed to come back and be Hawkeye's mate. She all seemed to be well.
And of course, Rootclaw never wanted to go back. He wandered for a while, not sure what had happened to his first blood-kit nor his mate. He no longer cared. So as Rootclaw buried a vole and continued to wander the land as a loner, searching for food, he was not surprised by the rustle of the shrubs and the scent of a RiverClanner.
"Hello?" He called softly. "Who is it?"
Not deformed, so much as she had the poor old crook in her tail. He blamed himself and cursed his paw and confused the Clan so much. Nobody understood, except his daughter Lichenpaw who seemed to get it very well. She could be seen sometimes, cooing about him and comforting him. Telling him Rookkit would be okay.
And he believed her until Rookkit opened her eyes. The poor kit had the faded blue that Rootclaw knew so well, and then there was no stopping him. He wailed and cried when he thought no one was looking. He was always in a sour mood. Always biting and scratching at any cat who bothered him. Not a good thing at all. So nobody was surprised when he vanished. What surprised them all was that Lichenpaw had no idea where they had gone.
Lichenpaw knew everything about her father, but now she was as lost as anyone. Willowsong and Rookkit and Rootclaw were gone without a trace. Strange. But the Clan forgot about them after searching for a half-moon.
Then another moon passed and only Lichenpaw and Ghostpaw, Rootclaw's two daughters, remembered him. Even Ghostpaw grew cold for him, and Lichenpaw grew oddly soft. Without her father, she was slightly nicer and kinder to others. It scared a few cats, but confused most of them. She was never nice. Why now? What did she know?
Two moons after Rookkit was born, Hawkeye gently stroked teary-eyed and horrified Willowsong. She cried for her lost kit, wailing like a baby. But a blind kit who is deaf and mute to the world, who was new to walking, had wandered off and could not be found. Obviously dead or drowned. Hawkeye comforted Willowsong, and talked to her along time while Rootclaw hunted his mind off things. And then Willowsong agreed to come back and be Hawkeye's mate. She all seemed to be well.
And of course, Rootclaw never wanted to go back. He wandered for a while, not sure what had happened to his first blood-kit nor his mate. He no longer cared. So as Rootclaw buried a vole and continued to wander the land as a loner, searching for food, he was not surprised by the rustle of the shrubs and the scent of a RiverClanner.
"Hello?" He called softly. "Who is it?"
