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Post by ItchyIggy on Feb 11, 2023 6:34:58 GMT
bramble @cheshire 376 words thunder moon
2021 | day seven | green-leaf five moons old Nothing could compare to the whirlwind of emotions that were coursing throughout the body of the young, wounded Bramble. His heart pounding, the kit blindly ran, his gait slow, troubled, but oddly determined. Adrenaline ran wildly through his veins as he moved, his gaze not truly registering any of his environment.
Truthfully, he didn't know why he was running. In part, he hoped that his troubled paws would lead him to yet another caretaker - but he knew it was rather unlikely.
Mackerel... He thought to himself, shutting his eyes momentarily as he fought to forget the events of the last few days. However, the kit couldn't wave the offending feeling of guilt and shame. Surely there was something he could have done to have prevented the horrid outcome that was his present. Maybe if he hadn't left, the tom would still be here. Maybe if he were stronger, if he had gotten there sooner, if he had -
Suddenly, the onset of pain began to hit as the adrenaline faded, having run its course and performed its duty. Sure enough, he was forced out of his silent panic and into immediate, immense pain.
Goodness, how his body wailed.
Bramble let out a shocked squeak as his mind began to process it all; his body seemingly ready to remind him of the wounds he himself had sustained. His run - or, rather, the sad excuse for one - quickly came to a halt as his vision fluttered.
The tabby shakily came to a hunched sit, sharply sucking in his breath as the gaping rat bite on his side screamed. Had it always hurt this bad?
Legs trembling and heart ringing in his ears, the tom worked hard to take slow, deep breaths as he looked around, a pit forming in his stomach as he was met with the lonesome ripples of the river as the water washed over the top of the stepping stones. It was just him.
He couldn't help but feel his jaw begin to quiver as true fear set in, his pelt prickling as it travelled down his spine and into his soul. Bramble shakily fought to keep himself upright as his mind whirled for answers on what to do, his breaths becoming loud, panicked, and hurried.
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In the distance, the muffled gurgle of the river greeted Chester's ears. The striped tom walked leisurely towards the waters. All he was seeking that day was a quiet drink alone at the river's edge. Unfortunately for him, fate had different intentions for the loathsome feline. Chester paused in his walk as a disturbing scent filled his nose. Feline, but more importantly, blood and fresh. His kneejerk response was to turn around and leave. He wanted nothing to do with whatever was the source of this smell.[break][break]
But the squeak that filled the silent air stopped Chester in his tracks. That sounded nothing like a full-grown feline. It sounded young, too young. Against his nature, the prickly tom pushed through the foliage. What greeted him at the river's bank wasn't empty grasses, but the hunched form of a young kit. Had there been a fight? But not even he was heartless enough to attack a kit.[break][break]
He should do something. It was what a good person would do. But what the water reflected back at him wasn't a good person. Chester's eyes fell on the kit. Saw the wounds and the pain. He saw himself after the battle watching his life bleed out. He'd felt hopeless and bitter then that no one would save him. Taking a deep breath, he stepped out of the bushes, trying his best not to look scary, "What happened?" He wasn't sure how to do this. What should he say. He didn't usually do this kind of thing. 'Who are you' hardly seemed the most pressing topic. 'Do you need help' felt even dumber. So he'd settled with asking for what happened. "Are you alone?" he asked, awkwardly. First off, he needed to know if they were being chased. If whatever had caused this was still around, they wouldn't be safe staying still.
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Post by ItchyIggy on Feb 21, 2023 3:13:06 GMT
thunder moon
2021 | day seven | green-leaf five moons old Oh, how the tabby kit's mind had dissolved into a frenzied panic.
There was a deafening ringing in his ears as his vision struggled to remain focused. Bramble closed his eyes painfully slow as he willed for an ounce of calmness to wash over him.
Flashes of various memories scurried around his head as he scrambled for something to keep his attention on. That plan came to yield little results; it's a little hard to remain focused with a flighty train of thought.
The freight-train of a kit was huddled for a while, until a gentle rustle sounded, and the ringing quickly hushed.
Dread lulled over Bramble and leaked into the pit of his stomach as his eyes flew over and he slowly turned his head towards the culprit of the noise. Surely more rats hadn't followed him? Or perhaps some horrid forest-river-creature had smelt his blood from miles away and was coming to get him and preparing to feast on-
The kit's ragged fur fluffed as his panicked thoughts were rudely interrupted and a scarred tom approached from the bushes. Watching helplessly as his tired legs refused to stand, be began to fret. He knew other cats were always to be avoided. Who knew what this stranger could do? And yet, here he was, frozen in fear as he watched certain doom approach.
He flinched as the stranger spoke; he could feel his heart shaking his chest. Surely, he could hear it too... Yellow eyes locked on the scarred cat's mouth, he observed as it moved. However, he'd failed to process what was actually said. Everything felt so far away - voices were muffled, the sounds of the waves felt muted, and his own breaths didn't even sound like his. He looked down to the ground, dizziness washing over him as his vision quivered once again.
A few beats of hushed silence washed over the two as Bramble steadied himself on his paws, his legs struggling to continue to support his weight. He snapped his head snapped back to the tom as he'd awkwardly begun to speak. It took a moment for the kit to realize he'd asked if anyone was with him. He hesitated.
Should he really reveal he was alone to this stranger? The options flooded his brain as he considered all the possibilities and various outcomes. On a whim, he decided that he seemed nice. If he was evil, he certainly would have revealed that by now, right? The tom shook his head in response to the earlier question, being sure to do so gently as to not topple himself over.
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Watching the kit, his concern grew. It seemed like a gentle wind would be enough to cause the little things to topple right over. Had he been just like this after his battle with Merry? Frail as a newborn sprig? As much as he wanted to offer some comfort, he didn't know where to begin. He'd never been one to receive or give any soothing words or actions. He didn't want to scare the kit with his intimidating figure covered in scars and a permanent scowl.[break][break]
Tentatively, he took a few paw steps closer to the wounded feline and settled into a crouch. He wanted to reach out to steady the feeble kitten, but fear of scaring them held him back. The scarred tom didn't want to look threatening, but he didn't know how not to. When they didn't respond to his questions initially, he worried something greater was wrong. Maybe they were only barely conscious or they couldn't hear him. Relief swept through him when the kit shook their head. It wasn't much, but it was something.[break][break]
Based on their response, they weren't in any immediate danger to the kit's knowledge. Even so, Chester made it a point to scent the air for any possible enemies. The scents in the air confirmed the kit's response. Nothing was nearby so far. They couldn't stay though. Though nothing was here now, that didn't mean that would always be the case.[break][break]
Worry and concern gnawed at him as he studied the injured kit. It was clear they wouldn't be able to walk on their own. While Chester wanted to pick them up and carry them away, he didn't want to hurt them more with the numerous wounds on their body. If he did, he doubted they had the energy to protest. Cautiously, not wanting to scare them, he circled around the kit. "I'm going to pick you up," he said carefully in an attempt not to alarm the kit. Chester waited for some sign they understood before attempting to pick up the kit.
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Post by ItchyIggy on Mar 4, 2023 2:44:38 GMT
bramble @cheshire count words thunder moon
2021 | day seven | green-leaf five moons old A splash of regret washed over the tom as he watched the older cat crouch in front of him. He briefly wondered just how much he'd disrupted the stranger's day. Surely, discovering his wounded self hadn't been on the agenda...
Bramble sluggishly blinked as the kindly stranger tasted the air and then began to circle him. He tightly closed his eyes, doing his best to stifle a shudder, before a voice filled the stiff uncomfortable silence that had overcome them.
The tom couldn't help it as his pelt fluffed in response to the question - the thought of being picked up right now haunted him as he imagined the pain. He had begun to shake his head as he shakily attempted to stand. Of course, this was naturally short-lived as the tom sucked in a sharp, short breath that was met by him stumbling back into the crouched position. Curtly, he nodded and shot the stranger a guilty, pleading look. |
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At first, it seemed his request was going to be denied. He watched with a concerned frown as the little kit started to shake their head and attempted to stand. The attempt was short-lived as the wounded feline fell back into a crouch. As much as Chester didn't want to push them out of their comfort zone, the scarred tom didn't feel safe staying in the area. Even if the kit wanted to deny his request, they were in no shape to do so. That much was evident by their weakened state.[break][break]
In the end, Chester was met with a curt nod. He couldn't offer much to console the kit despite the pleading look they gave him. It was going to hurt. He couldn't change that. Chester wasn't ingenious enough to figure out a way to move them without causing pain. Slowly, trying to be as gentle as his brutish self could be, he sniffed the kit's neck and then quickly lifted them up. He'd never carried a kitten before, but this was how he'd been carried when he was young so he assumed it was how it was done. They were heavier than he expected. With them in his jaws, he lacked one of his weapons. He still had his claws though so while unnerving, he still felt okay.[break][break]
He paused for a second. His ears flicking as he listened for any sounds of danger. After confirming their safety, he bounded off with the wounded kit in his jaws. He couldn't guarantee a smooth journey. Chester was rough and being gentle wasn't in his nature. He did his best, but it likely wasn't the smoothest trip, especially at the speed he was going.[break][break]
When they were far enough away, he stopped and searched the trees around them. He wanted a big one with wide branches and ample leaf cover. A place they could hide until they could head elsewhere. Selecting one, he leaped up then climbed to a branch. Setting the kit down gently, he crouched to catch his breath after the journey. Even though he'd been moving slower than usual, the added weight had been a workout. He turned a concerned eye on his fellow traveler, "Are you okay?" After all of that, he worried he'd made things worse for the kitten. He was no expert in medicine. He could only guess at it.
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Post by ItchyIggy on Mar 8, 2023 4:41:24 GMT
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2021 | day seven | green-leaf five moons old Bramble took in a deep breath and tightly shut his eyes as the stranger bent over to pick him up. He squeaked, his paws dangling as his body was lifted from the ground. The tom did his best to keep his breaths consistent and even.
He willed his eyes open as they began to move, doing his best to keep his thoughts focused on breathing.
Deep breath in, deep breath out. Repeat.
Deep breath in, deep breath out. Repeat.
Deep breath in-
He sucked in yet another sharp breath as he bit his tongue in attempt to keep himself from crying out in pain. The frail kit could barely take in their surroundings as the pair ran.
Stars, he hurt. The ringing sensation from earlier had finally returned as he returned to coaching himself to breathe deeply. The kit did his best not to cry - it would do nothing to help him now. But, in truth, he wanted nothing more than to let out a deep wail.
He didn't want any of this to happen. He didn't want to be bothering this poor strange tom. He wanted to be comfortable. He wanted to be full. He wanted to sleep...
The kit's head snapped up as the stranger came to a halt. Had they... arrived? He looked around at their surroundings, confusion welling inside of him. Before he knew it, the two were bounding up the tree. He couldn't help the start of a pained yelp that escaped his jaws as they scaled the tree.
Trembling, Bramble let his legs shakily give into his weight as he was set onto the branch. Suddenly, he'd realized where exactly he was.
Fur spiking, the tabby kitten attempted to sink his claws into the branch as he did his best to huddle into himself. Could he trust himself to not roll off this branch? His claws felt so far away from his body... Was he even flexing them?
He was so tired. It felt as if his wound was pulsing and eating at his side.
Body still shaking, Bramble couldn't help it as his eyes fluttered. It felt so relieving to close them, if even for a second. He truthfully couldn't remember the last time he'd slept.
The kit lowered his head, nodding gently in response to his new friend as his deep breaths and trembles racked his frail body. He weakly looked up to the tom, awaiting his next instructions. He hoped he wasn't worrying him too much...
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Seeing the little kit tremble and their spike, Chester realized that bringing them so high up might not have been a good idea. He found safety in height. Under the cover of the leaves in the sky-reaching branches, he felt most at home. It had never come to mind that a young kit might not feel the same. He cursed his foolishness under his breath. Maybe he just wasn't cut out to take care of another. Hollow's words rang in his mind. Everyone that ever cared for him, he'd ended up hurting. He was only ever thinking about himself.[break][break]
He sighed, sinking lower into his crouch. Looking at the kit, it might be better for someone better than him to take them in. What kind of cat would they become being raised by a tom as uncouth as him. The only one he could think of he could trust was Stellar. It was only to be expected that someone so unlikeable as himself would only have one person he could rely on. For now, he should do what he could.[break][break]
"What happened?" he asked again. His earlier attempt had been met without an answer. Maybe he could get one now. "Where are your parents?" It had passed his mind having essentially been abandoned by his parents and the lack of any adult cats around when he'd found the kit, but being so young, they had to have someone taking care of them. Stellar wasn't his only option. If this kit's parents were around, he could just take them back. They'd be better off without him anyways.
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Post by ItchyIggy on Mar 17, 2023 4:56:48 GMT
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2021 | day seven | green-leaf five moons old Bramble's fur flattened, his heartrate following suit as the tom crouched lower towards him. He held as steady of eye contact as he could - his tired body doing its best to keep him upright. He squinted, offering the tom a weak smile. He hoped he looked brave. In reality, he probably looked the exact opposite. He continued to tremble, his focus on his new friend shaking as the wind seemed to pick up.
The tabby feline closed his eyes briefly. So much had changed. Who knew where he was now. To be honest, he didn't know what he'd do after whatever this was wrapped up. There wasn't exactly a place for him to go to or call home. No one to share his meals with or to listen talk about their day. He couldn't help it as he pondered for a brief second if his new friend was as lonely as he.
Bramble's eyes snapped back open as the tom began to speak again. "What happened?" He pressed.
The kit's gaze dropped. His mind quickly recalled the events, though they were all happening at once within his little head.
There were the rats... and at some point, he was being carried by Mackerel... And then of course there was...
Bramble looked away, being sure not to make eye contact with the older cat. His ears flattened against his head as he awkwardly tried to think of a way to convey the prior events. The last thing the little kit had wanted to do was seem unwilling to talk. If only he could broadcast his thoughts. However, the next question had caught him by surprise.
"Where are your parents?"
Bramble had jumped at the mention, despite his body's tired pleas. Hissing in response to the pain, he looked to the tom, his pupils darting about as he frantically tried to think of a way to respond.
A few seconds of painful direct eye contact passed between them before Bramble did an awkward shrug whilst shaking his head "no". He frowned, awkwardly looking away towards the other trees.
It'd truthfully been a while since he'd thought about his mother. He wondered if she was fine. Or alive, even.
Of course, as if the timing had been listening along to their one-sided conversation, the wind picked up. It fluffed his pelt, his skinny frame trembling once again. The trembles a result of a mix of everything. The day's events, his wound, the temperature, everything. He closed his eyes once more, trying his best to focus on the tom's questions. Despite them startling him, they provided a good distraction from his side.
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All the little one did was tremble like a frail branch in the wind. The weak smile they offered did little to placate the worry in his heart. He shouldn't have brought them up here when they were as weak as they were. But in the end, he only ever thought about himself. It was just like Hollow said. The ones that care about him ended up hurt.[break][break]
Again, his question was answered with only the barest of responses. Were they too scared or pained to answer? He didn't think they didn't know what happened. If they didn't want to, he felt bad about pressing the issue. They hadn't said a word this entire time. Maybe it wasn't that they didn't want to or didn't know, but that they couldn't. It seemed unlikely, but it wasn't impossible. He'd just have to find out.[break][break]
Chester flinched seeing the kit jump and hiss, clearly pained. He hadn't meant to startle them. To think even his words could hurt. The kit's answer was also concerning. Either they had no parents or they didn't know where they were. Both situations weren't ideal. As much as he wanted to curse the kit's parents for leaving the little one alone, he couldn't say he hadn't expected it. His own parents had been less than ideal. They, too, had left him and Merry without a second though. "So we're both orphans," he said with a quiet sadness.[break][break]
Seeing the kit close their eyes, he wondered if they would be able to hold on. With the wind blowing as fiercely as it was and with how frail the kit appeared, he worried that they'd just be blown right off the branch. The thought sent a wave of horror through him. "Don't be scared," he said in an attempt to reassure the little one. Crawling closer, he curled around the young feline in an attempt to protect them from the winds. With no parents, it was going to have to be either him or Steller. That being the case, he should start with at least learning their name. "What's your name?"
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Post by ItchyIggy on Mar 25, 2023 0:04:08 GMT
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2021 | day seven | green-leaf
"So we're both orphans," the older tom had murmured.
Forgetting to answer, he instead wondered if his new friend had also lost his parents to the harsh ways of the Twolegplace. Despite how awful it had been for him; Bramble couldn't help but feel a bit of relief at the thought that he was not alone in being without a family.
The kit paused his rest to briefly eye the tom - maybe, since he was able to turn out so strong and well off, there was hope for his feeble self.
He couldn't help it as his eyes rested on his various scars. A shiver ran down his spine. He hoped that perhaps his future would be kinder to him and grace him with only the scar from the wound he currently festered.
The tabby kitten attempted to push away the bubbling feeling of despair. Would life only continue to bring him hard times he would only barely escape from? His ears flattened at the thought, closing his eyes once more.
A sudden warmth enveloped the kitten as the older tom curled around him. Bramble's eyes fluttered open. He glanced up to the older tom as soothing words poured out of him.
To be completely honest, the kitten didn't know what to feel. Mixed emotions welled up from the deepest pit of his stomach.
Was he replacing Mackerel in this moment? Was it selfish to continue to eat up this tom's time?
This was his third time being left alone in this world. Two times he'd watched as the universe had ripped his caregivers from him. Perhaps it wasn't safe to be around this tom for too long - not for his wellbeing, but for the others... He'd hate to be the cause of this kindly tom's demise as well.
For a brief moment, he imagined what he would do if he'd sent the tom away somehow after receiving help for his wound.
He could make a little den out of.. something? And perhaps live off...
He couldn't think of what to do. Frustration welled within his tiny little body, before the wind picked up again. He shivered, leaning against the tom without thinking.
The warmth radiating off of his companion overcame his stressed-out mind as he found himself relaxing, his brain falling into a comfortable silence.
His body was so heavy. Those issues could be sorted out later.
A tired sigh escaped him as he sleepily nestled up against the scarred individual, flinching at the strain he put on himself in order to get comfortable.
Head resting in between his front paws, Bramble's heavy breaths became methodical as another question was directed towards him.
He flicked an ear in response. Well, drat. Another hard question.
He kept his head laying against the grooved surface of the branch as he contemplated a way to answer it. Lazily, his eyes scanned their surroundings for anything reminiscent of a bramble.
He frowned softly as the environment showed nothing even close to the resemblance of the prickly shrub. Keeping his chin dedicated to its spot on the branch, Bramble shook his head and shrugged. He glanced to the tom out of the corner of his eye, watching to see his reaction. Being limited to yes or no gestures was rather... limiting, for a lack of better words.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2023 16:30:59 GMT
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More than anything, he'd expected the kit to shy away from him and refuse him. But the kit stayed and even chose to nestle into Chester. The surprise was clear on the scarred tom's face. Even with Steller, he didn't allow her so close. But his surprise was overpowered by his relief. He hadn't been rejected. He could so something to keep the little one safe after his mistake. He pulled himself closer around the wounded kitten. "Thank you," he murmured, unsure of what he was thanking the kit for, but he felt it needed to be said.[break][break]
Chester frowned when he wasn't given more than a shake of the head and a shrug as an answer. "Do you not have a name?" Or maybe he couldn't say. He was starting to wonder if there was more to the little guy's silence than pain and fear. "Are you...," he ventured hesitantly, "unable to speak?" If that was true then all of his questions were quite a bit pointless if the kit couldn't answer with more than a yes or no.[break][break]
He sighed, if the kit truly couldn't talk, he wasn't sure what to do. The kit would certainly not be giving him any detailed answers any time soon. They'd been able to make it this far, so surely it shouldn't be too much of an issue. "Do you want to pick your own name?" he asked. Though how that would work, Chester wasn't too sure. It would involve a lot of guesswork, that was for sure. He wanted to make sure the kit ended up with a name they liked.
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Post by ItchyIggy on Apr 3, 2023 1:42:43 GMT
thunder moon
2021 | day seven | green-leaf five moons old Bramble's eyes began to flutter as the scarred feline curled around him. He flicked an ear at the tom's murmur of thanks. It gave him pause; what was there to be thanked for?
He briefly considered multiple scenarios. Maybe he was lonely after all.
"Do you not have a name?" the older tom asked. Bramble lifted his head, craning his neck up to make eye contact. He paused. This felt.. so familiar...
"Are you... unable to speak?" He perked his ears, before blinking and looking away. The tabby nodded as he turned back to him, confirming the suspicion. Squinting, he weakly opened his jaw and grunted, struggling to try and get a noise out. Eventually, a broken, rugged and soft chirp clawed its way out of his throat.
It hurt so much to chirp - having yelped earlier had done a number on his throat. It wasn't often he'd chirp, or even make noise. So, naturally, having made such a noise was certainly... interesting.
Nevertheless, he'd hoped to have shown his friend that he could make... some kind of noise. Not that he knew exactly what use this would bring, but surely it was... something?
"Do you want to pick your own name?"
The scrawny tom tilted his head at the proposition. A beat passed as he considered choosing a name. A few names crossed his mind.
Squirrel... Mouse... Berry...
Wait a moment - He thought. That's.. food... He realized, eyes widening as he realized his mouth was watering. He shook his head, both in response to the earlier question but also in attempt to shake off the embarrassment of his goof-up.. |
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Of course the kit had a name, but from the feeble chirp he emitted, it was unlikely that he'd be able to share it. Mute. The little one couldn't speak. Though he could make sounds to some variety. The knowledge certainly explained the silence up till now. Chester felt quite a bit foolish now. This whole time he'd been asking questions expecting an answer. They'd been answered. Just not in the way he'd been expecting.[break][break]
The small chirp the young feline had made drew a bout of sadness from Chester. It sounded like it hurt to do. Yet, all Chester could mange to do to ease the pain was curl around the little one. He couldn't do much so the small gesture was all he could give.[break][break]
"You don't want to?" he echoed in response to the shake of the head. At this, the scarred tom frowned. Creative was not something used to describe him. When he and Merry had picked up Hollow, Merry had named the she-cat. Chester had had wanted nothing to do with the Hollow. No one was around to give the injured kitten a name now though. He had to do it himself.[break][break]
Hollow had been named for the Hollow she'd been found in. Since he found this one next to a river, maybe River? He eyed the injured kit. Would that really be a good name for him. The kit looked more like a Stone to him. Well, the kit was capable enough to say if he liked the names to begin with. "How about River or Stone?" He frowned, this didn't seem it was going well. There had to be a better option.
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Post by ItchyIggy on Apr 3, 2023 18:52:59 GMT
thunder moon
2021 | day seven | green-leaf five moons old The tom leaned into the curl, stiffly repositioning himself to be more comfortable. Ignoring the stinging sensation on his left side, he extended his front paw forward. His ears perked as it fell into place beside the toned feline's. His own tiny paw was not even a fourth of the size of the older tom's, it felt.
The kitten flexed his paw, his tiny claws barely visible without extensive squinting on his end. He frowned - perhaps that was why he could barely put up a fight against the horrible rats. He glanced back to the other paw beside him, imagining how big and powerful the tom's claws could be.
Stars, he wouldn't want to be on his bad side.
He pushed the scary thought away, vowing to make his moves carefully around the bigger cat.
"You don't want to?" He'd been asked. He nodded curtly in response.
Bramble waited anxiously for the new name, doing his best to chase away the little twinge in his heart at a new name. Bramble had been a precious gift coined to him by Mackerel.
He hoped he wouldn't forget it, like he'd done with the name given to him by his mother. I won't. He promised himself, taking a moment to repeat the name Bramble over and over again in his head.
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