Post by Kaeldra on Aug 10, 2022 5:15:25 GMT
Day 5 of the Flower Moon, 2021 (May 15, 2021). Around sunset.
Noctus || he/him || 37 moons
Noctus exhaled heavily as he padded along the riverbank, the dying rays of the sun reflecting on the water. It had been a long day, to say the least. He’d helped oversee a training session with the apprentices – who were, in his opinion, ready to move on from such focused training but he wasn’t about to get into the whole warrior name complex Shellspots had – and he just knew when he woke up tomorrow the tips of his claws would hurt.
It was nice, though, in a way. It had been a long time since he’d really pushed himself to the edges of his ability, and in the few moons since joining the Clan he had admitted to himself that he was having fun. He was also proud of his daughters, who were beginning to grow into fine young cats and despite his worries of the danger the forest held for them he knew Clan life was good for them too. The only way things would be better was if Shellspots would stop singling them out for their kittypet heritage, as if blood made one cat better than the other. She seemed to think Flare’s younger siblings and her own kits could do no wrong, while if his daughters made the slightest mistake she was always sure to point it out.
In retrospect, perhaps that was partially why he was so tired from today’s session. Shellspots had been there to help as well, and he could see how the older she-cat’s comments wore on his kits’ morale. He had tried to intervene a few times, but in the end had settled for reassuring glances when Shellspots wasn’t looking.
Coming to a slow stop, he laid down on a patch of grass that looked out over the river. Noctus rested his head on his paws and stared at the rippling water, deep in thought, until a shape drifting along caught his attention. Was that a cat?
He was back on his feet immediately, ears pricked and tail stiff with panic. Noctus wasn’t a very strong swimmer, despite Shellspots and Pandora in particular trying their best to teach him. He much preferred to have solid ground beneath his paws. But if this cat needed help…
The black tom rushed to the shore, feeling the water lap at his paws. He began wading in, trying to keep his eye on the white pelt he could see bobbing along with the current.
“Hello! Are you alright?”
Noctus exhaled heavily as he padded along the riverbank, the dying rays of the sun reflecting on the water. It had been a long day, to say the least. He’d helped oversee a training session with the apprentices – who were, in his opinion, ready to move on from such focused training but he wasn’t about to get into the whole warrior name complex Shellspots had – and he just knew when he woke up tomorrow the tips of his claws would hurt.
It was nice, though, in a way. It had been a long time since he’d really pushed himself to the edges of his ability, and in the few moons since joining the Clan he had admitted to himself that he was having fun. He was also proud of his daughters, who were beginning to grow into fine young cats and despite his worries of the danger the forest held for them he knew Clan life was good for them too. The only way things would be better was if Shellspots would stop singling them out for their kittypet heritage, as if blood made one cat better than the other. She seemed to think Flare’s younger siblings and her own kits could do no wrong, while if his daughters made the slightest mistake she was always sure to point it out.
In retrospect, perhaps that was partially why he was so tired from today’s session. Shellspots had been there to help as well, and he could see how the older she-cat’s comments wore on his kits’ morale. He had tried to intervene a few times, but in the end had settled for reassuring glances when Shellspots wasn’t looking.
Coming to a slow stop, he laid down on a patch of grass that looked out over the river. Noctus rested his head on his paws and stared at the rippling water, deep in thought, until a shape drifting along caught his attention. Was that a cat?
He was back on his feet immediately, ears pricked and tail stiff with panic. Noctus wasn’t a very strong swimmer, despite Shellspots and Pandora in particular trying their best to teach him. He much preferred to have solid ground beneath his paws. But if this cat needed help…
The black tom rushed to the shore, feeling the water lap at his paws. He began wading in, trying to keep his eye on the white pelt he could see bobbing along with the current.
“Hello! Are you alright?”
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