Post by sweetiepie993 on Feb 16, 2008 15:28:05 GMT -5
Stone looked down at her long but not forgotten kit, and memories raced through her closed ill mind. How she had cried every night up until that very moment, making sure to be silent as she left the confines of the of the den, not wanting to disturb any cat with her silent sobbing. How every time she heard the sound of underbrush rustling she wished with every fiber of her being that Serval would appear. Stone could never refuse to forgive her kit, though she knew that it wasn’t Serval’s fault by any means. “Serval, don’t apologize please, it’s my fault. I was hard on you, I always imagined myself as you, and I didn’t want you going down the wrong paths that I had taken. Now I realize, all my wrong paths led me here, and I wouldn’t change them.”
Stone dipped her head down to encase her all-grown-up kit. The mother knew that Serval was exactly like her, and that was what had scared her. She looked up at the numerous pairs of watching eyes, feeling slightly disconcerted but neither changed her position nor made an attempt to force the onlookers to aver their eyes.
Though she did fire a look to Thorn, asking, begging for permission for Serval to stay within the Darkclan camp.
By now, the youngest Tom in the midst of the field had grown tired, this was a hunting expidition and the cold surroundings had been wearing down upon him since he left the comfort of the safe warm barn. Feeling that he was no longer needed, and with some reluctance, he padded quickly back to the barn, his paws at an unyeilded speed.
Stone dipped her head down to encase her all-grown-up kit. The mother knew that Serval was exactly like her, and that was what had scared her. She looked up at the numerous pairs of watching eyes, feeling slightly disconcerted but neither changed her position nor made an attempt to force the onlookers to aver their eyes.
Though she did fire a look to Thorn, asking, begging for permission for Serval to stay within the Darkclan camp.
By now, the youngest Tom in the midst of the field had grown tired, this was a hunting expidition and the cold surroundings had been wearing down upon him since he left the comfort of the safe warm barn. Feeling that he was no longer needed, and with some reluctance, he padded quickly back to the barn, his paws at an unyeilded speed.
