This gorge left the fluffy deputy with her fur on end. She worried for her own, witnessing the voices already trying to lure Cygnetpaw away with the voice of her father. Her stomach curled at the idea that it would make her lose any of her young. Or any of her clanmates. Like a birdsong, it attracted them closer, threatening with claws of shadows to entrap their bodies.
The amber point walked with her head held high, green eyes filled with worry and fret as slowly it fell down. Instead she looked upon her paws, her lips in a tight grimace. How much longer, how long until we are safe? She wanted to ask, but it failed to resonate from her chest as instead she flickered her green gaze to Teaselpaw beside her.
"How are you feeling, are... You okay?" She asks her son, gently butting her head to his with a small murrp. They were far from home. And even she felt unsettled from homesickness. But this would be better. It had to be.
Over hill, over dale, through the valley and vale
do not weep, do not wail, I am coming home to you
Teaselpaw walked quietly alongside their mother, their mismatched eyes wide as they scanned their surroundings. The fog hung heavy and suffocating, an unyielding shroud that seemed alive with unseen movement. Tendrils of mist curled and twisted, as if they sought to snatch them away forever. It wasn't true, of course, but to the young apprentice, who had never ventured so far from home, it felt all too real.
The gorge was far behind them now, left in the distance like a fading memory. Yet the journey stretched endlessly ahead, a path full of uncertainty and fatigue.
When their mother glanced down at them, her soft voice cutting through the silence to ask if they were alright, Teaselpaw straightened. They forced a brave face, even though the tension in their paws betrayed the truth. A small, reassuring sound, a quiet mrrrp, escaped them, and they leaned forward to offer a gentle headbutt to her shoulder.
For a moment, silence fell between them, broken only by the sound of their steps against the damp earth. Then, in a voice so soft it could barely rise above the fog, Teaselpaw finally murmured, " ...Scary... But a new home on the horizon... We'll be okay. "
The words were a fragile hope, spoken more to reassure themselves than anyone else.
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