Howlingkit shivers. Not with the cold, but with a new shot of fear. If she's counting her moons correctly, by Pikestar's newest rules... it'll only be a half-moon or so before she and her littermates are apprentices. The molly never truly wanted this day to come. It's inevitability acted as a threat at best. She took comfort in knowing it was unavoidable - something that was inflicted on every Clan cat, and that she couldn't be singled out for it. But the eventuality of being thrown to nature and forced to reckon with it... terrified her.
She doesn't remember the dog in full clarity, but she recalls the shrill fear that soaked her to her bones that day. And it's never left; it's only ever manifested in new ways. This most recent one being that she figured she had an extra moon before becoming an apprentice, but leafbare would have her and her kin apprenticed sooner. For their health and safety, they are made to risk their lives.
"Hailkit," she whispers her sister's name quietly, ears drawn back. "Hailkit, are you aw-ake...?"
@Hailkit
She doesn't remember the dog in full clarity, but she recalls the shrill fear that soaked her to her bones that day. And it's never left; it's only ever manifested in new ways. This most recent one being that she figured she had an extra moon before becoming an apprentice, but leafbare would have her and her kin apprenticed sooner. For their health and safety, they are made to risk their lives.
"Hailkit," she whispers her sister's name quietly, ears drawn back. "Hailkit, are you aw-ake...?"
@Hailkit
