Falsekit had grown used to the inner workings of Thunderclan by now, with careful observation from the keen-eyed kitten. In the mornings, the apprentices and warriors would wake, and shuffle around like trails of ants. In the afternoons, the camp would burst alive in sound and song, as by now the whole of the dens would be emptied. In the nights, the world's cacophony would die down, allowing the chittering melodies of the cicadas and crickets to rise forth. Now chilly autumn air blustered through the bustling campgrounds, and the sky hung dreary colors just over their head, as though it were obscured in turbid hues of greyish-brown. The sun glowed dimly from behind the thick pall of a woolen cloud, just along its apex in the sky. Falsekit had snuck out of the medicine cat den hours ago, as Thornkit and Faithkit still slept duly by their side. He would have said that the sight of such a parasite clinging so closely to his sister utterly disgusted him, but truthfully, the gravitational pull of their own curiosity was what drove them away from their warm nest. The fawn tortoiseshell slowly trawled between the longer limbs of his peers, as if they were some silhouette blurred into the backdrop, with hardly a sound arresting their progress. They slithered between the bodies of larger cats, now standing a little taller than when they first arrived to Thunderclan. Soon, they figured that they would stand at their heads, or perhaps even larger.
Eventually, the gangling-legged child found themselves at the bank of a large, muddly puddle. They lowered their crown, whiskers twitching as they sniffed at the murk. It smelled wet, though they lacked the proper words to describe it any further. Greyish-blue eyes focused onto the discordant reflection that greeted them from the water, as though his vision had been bleared by the dogged tendrils of sleep, even if they were already awake. This was not them, they knew. They had seen themselves before, upon a clearer and more honest mirror. But, could they say that that was any more true than the one that faced them now? They weren't sure.
Triangular ears pricked upwards as the sound of another set of paws slowly crawled towards them. "... How deep do you think it is? Could someone drown in it?" The question seemed to flow out of their downy-pelted mouth, like a blade sharpened by beams of light, unfiltered and bright in innocuous morbidity. They did not look at whoever would join them in their inquisitive quest, only focusing their attention upon the large puddle that seemed to extend for many lengths beyond his own.
Eventually, the gangling-legged child found themselves at the bank of a large, muddly puddle. They lowered their crown, whiskers twitching as they sniffed at the murk. It smelled wet, though they lacked the proper words to describe it any further. Greyish-blue eyes focused onto the discordant reflection that greeted them from the water, as though his vision had been bleared by the dogged tendrils of sleep, even if they were already awake. This was not them, they knew. They had seen themselves before, upon a clearer and more honest mirror. But, could they say that that was any more true than the one that faced them now? They weren't sure.
Triangular ears pricked upwards as the sound of another set of paws slowly crawled towards them. "... How deep do you think it is? Could someone drown in it?" The question seemed to flow out of their downy-pelted mouth, like a blade sharpened by beams of light, unfiltered and bright in innocuous morbidity. They did not look at whoever would join them in their inquisitive quest, only focusing their attention upon the large puddle that seemed to extend for many lengths beyond his own.
- OOC. No need to wait for anyone :} Anyone can be the cat he's talking to
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NOTE: This is a very loose reference until I can draw a more accurate reference. <3 -
