Post by 😺QuietStar😺 on Jan 13, 2020 15:01:01 GMT -5
Two small ginger toms lay sleeping together in a warm moss bed, when one suddenly woke up. His light orange fur was ruffled, and his piercing green eyes were wide open, shining in the moonlight. The other tom was slightly smaller, with darker fur and his eyes were still closed. The lighter tom huffed, eyes darting around, clearly startled by something. He looked around, his eyes landing on his sleeping brother, then on his two parents, who were meshed together, a tangle of brown and blue, trying to stay warm. He sighed, then the smaller tom stirred. "Obi?" The lighter tom asked in a whisper. The smaller and darker tom rolled over, his orange eyes like fire as he opened them. "Why are you awake?" He asked. Streak shrugged, and Obi tilted his head, giving him a look of "oh really?". Streak sighed and awkwardly let out the words "I had a nightmare." Obi got up and padded over to his brother. Streak felt his brother's pelt warm his own and he closed his eyes, the nightmare still rattling around in his head. "Can you come with me outside?" He asked. Obi smiled and said "Of course." They got up and went outside, the air, crisp as it tickled their pelts. Streak ran off, wanting to run away from everything. His nightmare had been about losing his parents and brother. He came to a cliff, and looked at the rushing river. All of a sudden, there was a crack as the earth split beneath him, sending him plunging into the water, the frigid waves lapping at his pelt as he was pulled under. His head hit a rock, and there was a slight ringing, before he saw darkness.
Obi watched his brother run off, and followed him. He panting, watching as him stand at the edge of a cliff. His favorite spot to watch the river. He wanted to pad over and talk to him, but he clearly needed peace. Just as Obi caught his breath, there was a loud crack as the rock Streak was standing on split in two, the half he was on slipped, landing at an awkward angle, and Streak was scrabbling for a short while, until he slid off and into the water. "Streak!" Obi exclaimed. "Mama! Papa!" He waited, but his parents didn't come, so he plunged in himself, tugging at his lighter tabby pelt with his tiny teeth, and trying to fight the current. He was quickly pulled far away from his tiny den on the moore. After a while, he felt teeth in his own scruff as he was pulled ashore, still holding his brother. Once he was dragged onto the rocks nearby, a black tom was revealed to be his savior. "You two were almost killed!" He said, his voice still young, but not of a kitten. The tom was handsome, and muscular, with amber eyes and one white paw. "Are you okay?" He asked, licking Obi's pelt, then Streak's. Streak stirred, clearly awoken by the strange tom. "Where are we?" He asked, staggering to his paws and looking around. They were surrounded by tall trees, and had no idea which way was home. "Why, you're in the forest kiddo!" The tom said. "The name's Striker." Streak sat down, grooming his tattered fur. "Streak." He said. "And this is Obi." Striker nodded in understanding. "Well, what were you doing in the river?" He asked. Streak's memory was foggy, and Obi was trembling. "I.. Don't know." Streak admitted.
Obi watched his brother run off, and followed him. He panting, watching as him stand at the edge of a cliff. His favorite spot to watch the river. He wanted to pad over and talk to him, but he clearly needed peace. Just as Obi caught his breath, there was a loud crack as the rock Streak was standing on split in two, the half he was on slipped, landing at an awkward angle, and Streak was scrabbling for a short while, until he slid off and into the water. "Streak!" Obi exclaimed. "Mama! Papa!" He waited, but his parents didn't come, so he plunged in himself, tugging at his lighter tabby pelt with his tiny teeth, and trying to fight the current. He was quickly pulled far away from his tiny den on the moore. After a while, he felt teeth in his own scruff as he was pulled ashore, still holding his brother. Once he was dragged onto the rocks nearby, a black tom was revealed to be his savior. "You two were almost killed!" He said, his voice still young, but not of a kitten. The tom was handsome, and muscular, with amber eyes and one white paw. "Are you okay?" He asked, licking Obi's pelt, then Streak's. Streak stirred, clearly awoken by the strange tom. "Where are we?" He asked, staggering to his paws and looking around. They were surrounded by tall trees, and had no idea which way was home. "Why, you're in the forest kiddo!" The tom said. "The name's Striker." Streak sat down, grooming his tattered fur. "Streak." He said. "And this is Obi." Striker nodded in understanding. "Well, what were you doing in the river?" He asked. Streak's memory was foggy, and Obi was trembling. "I.. Don't know." Streak admitted.
