Post by Kaeldra on Jan 8, 2023 5:28:24 GMT
Day 28 of the Prey Moon, 2021. (July 7, 2021.) Nearing moonhigh.
Noctus || he/him || 38 moons
The greenleaf air was warm as it rustled through the trees, and the excitement prickling at Noctus’ pelt made him feel like a young cat again. As he slunk quietly through the reeds, crossing the river and disappearing like a shadow into the forest, he was taken back to the time before he had joined RiverClan, before he had become a father, even. The only thing that mattered was her.
He was going to see Dahlia again!
It had been... too long, frankly. He had thought he’d have the opportunity to visit her more after joining RiverClan, but Shellspots had kept them all busy with rebuilding the camp, and training, and more training. He had asked, once, about taking a small break and going with his daughters to visit their mother and brother in the Twolegplace, but the silver tabby obviously hadn’t been pleased with that idea, reminding him that they were members of RiverClan now, and Clan cats couldn’t just go wandering off to meet with kittypets when the fancy struck them. Remembering that conversation still made his claws itch with anger.
And so Noctus had confided in Flare, knowing the ginger tom would take his side. Flare had always been more relaxed than Shellspots when it came to outsiders, and it was no secret that the two had been arguing more lately. Sure, they tried to keep it quiet, but it was common knowledge within the camp. So it wasn’t surprising when Flare exploded angrily at the injustice of her keeping the dark tom away from his mate and son. It was then that they hatched a plan for Flare to cover for Noctus so he could sneak away and at least see Dahlia.
Again, Noctus thanked his lucky stars he had such a reliable cat for a friend.
As the familiar shapes of Twolegplace rose up around him, Noctus hoped that Dahlia hadn’t been worrying too much. Prior to joining RiverClan, he had tried to see her and the kits at least once a quarter moon, if not more. But now it had been nearly five moons -- almost two seasons! -- since they had spoken. He had told her where they were going, so it wasn’t as if he had disappeared out of nowhere, but he was sure she had still felt his absence. He had definitely felt hers.
Leaping onto the fence and down into her garden, Noctus peered into the darkness. The moon was nothing more than a hair in the sky, though the stars shone fiercely, as if to cheer him on. The black tom melted into the shadow surrounding her nest and poked his head through the cat flap.
“Dahlia? Are you there, my love?”
The greenleaf air was warm as it rustled through the trees, and the excitement prickling at Noctus’ pelt made him feel like a young cat again. As he slunk quietly through the reeds, crossing the river and disappearing like a shadow into the forest, he was taken back to the time before he had joined RiverClan, before he had become a father, even. The only thing that mattered was her.
He was going to see Dahlia again!
It had been... too long, frankly. He had thought he’d have the opportunity to visit her more after joining RiverClan, but Shellspots had kept them all busy with rebuilding the camp, and training, and more training. He had asked, once, about taking a small break and going with his daughters to visit their mother and brother in the Twolegplace, but the silver tabby obviously hadn’t been pleased with that idea, reminding him that they were members of RiverClan now, and Clan cats couldn’t just go wandering off to meet with kittypets when the fancy struck them. Remembering that conversation still made his claws itch with anger.
And so Noctus had confided in Flare, knowing the ginger tom would take his side. Flare had always been more relaxed than Shellspots when it came to outsiders, and it was no secret that the two had been arguing more lately. Sure, they tried to keep it quiet, but it was common knowledge within the camp. So it wasn’t surprising when Flare exploded angrily at the injustice of her keeping the dark tom away from his mate and son. It was then that they hatched a plan for Flare to cover for Noctus so he could sneak away and at least see Dahlia.
Again, Noctus thanked his lucky stars he had such a reliable cat for a friend.
As the familiar shapes of Twolegplace rose up around him, Noctus hoped that Dahlia hadn’t been worrying too much. Prior to joining RiverClan, he had tried to see her and the kits at least once a quarter moon, if not more. But now it had been nearly five moons -- almost two seasons! -- since they had spoken. He had told her where they were going, so it wasn’t as if he had disappeared out of nowhere, but he was sure she had still felt his absence. He had definitely felt hers.
Leaping onto the fence and down into her garden, Noctus peered into the darkness. The moon was nothing more than a hair in the sky, though the stars shone fiercely, as if to cheer him on. The black tom melted into the shadow surrounding her nest and poked his head through the cat flap.
“Dahlia? Are you there, my love?”
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