{$title} takes place before the Gathering, when Branchkit is first brought into camp
The soft scent of heather and gorse surround her - a faint memory of that scent grooming her little pelt swirls in her mind, but she can't remember why. It must've been a good memory, to stick around like that. Her siblings too, they had a bit of that scent on their pelts.
In the future, she'd forget the swirling scents. Today, she could recall how it felt to be surrounded by their warmth.
In the future, she'd know only heather and gorse, the scent of wind and wild.
As their journey from her siblings drew to a close, she blinked her eyes open, wincing at the harsh sunlight. Her green and blue eyes slowly adjusted, though it was still too bright to see without squinting a little, and she curled instinctively into the larger cat who brought her here. There were so many others, and she felt overwhelmed by the sight of all these unfamiliar pelts and eyes staring at her.
She wished she could just melt into the darkness, hide away from their questioning gazes.
In the future, she'd forget the swirling scents. Today, she could recall how it felt to be surrounded by their warmth.
In the future, she'd know only heather and gorse, the scent of wind and wild.
As their journey from her siblings drew to a close, she blinked her eyes open, wincing at the harsh sunlight. Her green and blue eyes slowly adjusted, though it was still too bright to see without squinting a little, and she curled instinctively into the larger cat who brought her here. There were so many others, and she felt overwhelmed by the sight of all these unfamiliar pelts and eyes staring at her.
She wished she could just melt into the darkness, hide away from their questioning gazes.
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