dance of the corvids
||🌹"You kiss me like it was your job." 🦴 ||
The rise of the golden sun filtered the world in a glorious golden haze, and beam of light shining into the nursery. the glow of light from outside only slightly stirred the queens and kits, except for one— the kit deemed more nocturnal than the rest— crowkit. The lean figure only curled up more into the warmth of his mothers belly, earning a gentle & asleep mew from his litter mate, springkit. a long night had passed prior to sun-up, consisting of quietly sneaking past litters of kits and the queens to explore territory and to mentally map the place he would be seeing tomorrow, prying yellow eyes searching for something of interest.
Although the soft lull of sleep had called to him many times on his expedition, he only returned to camp when he felt his body become as heavy as a boulder and his pads were as cold as ice. He was lucky he hadn’t been caught by his mother those times, for he did this around three times every moon since he was four moons old. Ah, the simpler times from when he would wake up at a decent hour, when he was younger. The thoughts frequently ate at him, causing a dull sensation in his mind, a blank feeling, of becoming a warrior. Sure, it was exciting to him, but, something about it, growing older and serving his clan untill he could no longer walk, felt.. off, cold. Despite how dismaring the thoughts were, he continued to feel joy at the temporary feeling of earning his warrior name, maybe something cool like his mom, HawkEyes, gifted for her intelligence and sharp eye.
The feeling of being a warrior nagged at him, his fur standing on end, before it eventually woke him up, his heart pounding, paws clenching as his head shot up, a sudden happiness spiking his adrenaline. Despite this, he stayed in his original position—dormant, if you will— due to his sister sprawling her body across his curled form. His bristled fur slowly laid flat as his pupils flitted around the dark, ears swiveling to listen to the crickets chirp, a distorted symphony the ricocheted off the walls of the den, a tiny smile graving his face as he eyed the entrance of the den, lichen drifting in the biting air, causing a shiver to drive down his spine. Only then did he move, softy lowering his sister off of him, slowly moving away from his mother. He shivered a bit, the thought warmth suddenly becoming more appealing. He shook his head before dipping it to groom down the fur that stood on end, raking his tongue across his chest for a few seconds.
Wiry and cold, he stepped around the sleeping kits and queens to find his way towards the entrance, sitting to the side of it. crowkit let himself sit there for a while, drifting in and out of sleep despite the winds that blew at him like a rush of water. Crowkit sat there for a while longer, taking in the sights and sounds of the world waking up around him. He watched as the sun continued to rise, casting a warm glow over the camp and the surrounding territory. As he sat there, he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation for what the day would bring, both in terms of exploring and learning, and in terms of taking steps towards becoming a warrior.
Although the soft lull of sleep had called to him many times on his expedition, he only returned to camp when he felt his body become as heavy as a boulder and his pads were as cold as ice. He was lucky he hadn’t been caught by his mother those times, for he did this around three times every moon since he was four moons old. Ah, the simpler times from when he would wake up at a decent hour, when he was younger. The thoughts frequently ate at him, causing a dull sensation in his mind, a blank feeling, of becoming a warrior. Sure, it was exciting to him, but, something about it, growing older and serving his clan untill he could no longer walk, felt.. off, cold. Despite how dismaring the thoughts were, he continued to feel joy at the temporary feeling of earning his warrior name, maybe something cool like his mom, HawkEyes, gifted for her intelligence and sharp eye.
The feeling of being a warrior nagged at him, his fur standing on end, before it eventually woke him up, his heart pounding, paws clenching as his head shot up, a sudden happiness spiking his adrenaline. Despite this, he stayed in his original position—dormant, if you will— due to his sister sprawling her body across his curled form. His bristled fur slowly laid flat as his pupils flitted around the dark, ears swiveling to listen to the crickets chirp, a distorted symphony the ricocheted off the walls of the den, a tiny smile graving his face as he eyed the entrance of the den, lichen drifting in the biting air, causing a shiver to drive down his spine. Only then did he move, softy lowering his sister off of him, slowly moving away from his mother. He shivered a bit, the thought warmth suddenly becoming more appealing. He shook his head before dipping it to groom down the fur that stood on end, raking his tongue across his chest for a few seconds.
Wiry and cold, he stepped around the sleeping kits and queens to find his way towards the entrance, sitting to the side of it. crowkit let himself sit there for a while, drifting in and out of sleep despite the winds that blew at him like a rush of water. Crowkit sat there for a while longer, taking in the sights and sounds of the world waking up around him. He watched as the sun continued to rise, casting a warm glow over the camp and the surrounding territory. As he sat there, he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation for what the day would bring, both in terms of exploring and learning, and in terms of taking steps towards becoming a warrior.
