You'll Always Be My Little Sister - Marigoldpaw's Story
Jan 13, 2020 19:00:04 GMT -5
Post by ★Echobrook the Reindeer★ on Jan 13, 2020 19:00:04 GMT -5
You'll Always Be My Little Sister
Nobody would ever think that their best friend would betray them. Not of all the cats in the clan. Now I've ran beside Firepaw for countless days and nights, but I never could get over the fact that I left everything behind. My two brothers, my friends, my clan, Daisyheart. Oh, Daisyheart.
“Come outside, Marigoldkit!” I heard a soft voice enter my ears, as I wiggled protestingly in my nest. I opened my eyes, which were still frothy from the adaptation to light, to see a bundle of gray fur crouched over me. “Let me show you the world!” She squealed, excited at having another new kit, which was me. Of course, there was Firekit squirming nearby, but she never seemed interested in talking with him. I got onto my shaky legs, before getting pulled back down to the ground.
“No, Marigoldpaw. You can’t play with her. She’s not like us.” Amberleaf, my mother, snorted with a whisper. She turned her head up in more disgust than I’ve ever seen.
“Why not?”
“She was found at the edge of the border. More of her means more outsider blood. That’s the last thing I need you to obtain, friendship with rogue blood.”
I hadn’t been alive for very long, but that was the first time I experienced hatred in my family. Unable to speak up, since I didn’t know how, I just laid back down in grumpy protest. I looked up to see her waiting eagerly for my response. Before I could formulate the words to respond, I saw a warm shape head into the den.
“Let her play, Amberleaf.” It was my brother! Robinpaw stood over me, looking down with a warmth that I also hadn’t felt before. At that time, I was too naive to realize my brother had never felt any true emotions towards me. Amberleaf was still insistent that I shouldn’t play until Robinpaw shot satirical questions at her about how a friend was going to contribute to the impure blood in Ravenclan.
Taking a quick escape, that was the first day I truly played with Daisyheart. We would invite Sootkit, Snowkit, and Firekit to play often, but most of the time it was just us two. When she got her warrior name, I was surprised that nothing had changed. Instead, we stayed as close as possible, and I was convinced she was going to be my mentor. However, as an only kit, my father Kestrelwing was set on getting a better and more experienced warrior to mentor me.
I’m still not sure what my father did, but he got Sparkfrost to be my mentor. At that time I remember severely regretting not having spent more time with my mother, but it was too late. I would go to Duskferns den and talk to her through the wall, listening to her sweet yet arrogant voice flood through the wall. It was terribly raspy, the effects of green cough ravishing her lungs horribly. Yet through it all, I still had Daisyheart. Even when my father unexpectedly died at 8 moons-- she was there.
I had lost my parents in a heartbeat, and she was still there. Snowpaw was the only real friend I bonded with other than her, yet at times I wish I had never spoken with her. So filled with guilt and self-consciousness, had I realized how quickly she’d turn on me in stress I would’ve dropped her at that moment.
DaisyHeart would always defend me, no matter what happened. Even when RobinTalon and AppleDust got confined to the camp for a moon due to the disappearance of herbs, she still stood by my side. It was awful-- I was constantly questioned about if I knew where they were. Eventually, Appledust admitted to the clan that RobinTalon wasn’t involved and that my brother just took a bullet for him. I saw through my brother's lies immediately, but Robintalon was let off the hook without warning.
I confided in her about everything, and she confided in me. My crush on Firepaw, her crush on Tigercloud. Our favorite activities, spots, and our secrets. I sometimes feel Daisyheart and I were most connected over finding out why Appledust was really stealing herbs, just because of the weight we both carried. However, I still know our most important bonding moment.
It was in the middle of leaf-bare, and the cold was enough to freeze us solid, it felt like. Daisyheart and I took a walk together one day, just to get warmer by moving. As we were laughing, I excitedly ran over to the nearby creek and slid across it. Daisyheart, oh smart Daisyheart, told me not to do that until a warrior checked the ice. I stuck my tongue out at her and kept moving, ignoring what could happen. It wasn’t until the ice cracked around me on all four sides that I regretted what I did.
The ice chunk hadn’t flipped, but I knew if I moved I’d go under. However, in a panic, I moved anyway. I tried to leap across to the surface, which I at first succeeded in doing. Despite my luck, the ice there was too thin, and I sunk in. I thought I’d feel fear, but the cold numbed me of all my feelings. The world around me was so beautiful.
I saw the fish swimming around me, watching the life move on despite the cold. A frozen layer would never stop their swimming. I saw long weeds across the bottom, effortlessly flowing and creating homes for so many. I saw the sky, beautiful in an endless span of ice, coating the heavens with a crystal shield. I felt the ground as I reached the bottom, as it coated my fur in a cloud of soft dust, threatening to bury me forever from the stresses of the real world
I woke up with a start, feeling numbness coursing through my body. I started to feel multiple tongues caressing my back until I realized what happened was real. Unable to control myself, I broke down. It was obvious to me that Daisyheart had sacrificed her own life to pull me out of the water, despite the cold. At that moment, I knew she would forever be my best friend.
That night she slept beside me in the medicine cat den, softly grooming my fur still. I asked her why she had sacrificed everything she had ever known, and she responded so simply.
“Even though I’ll never be pureblood, you’re always going to be my little sister. Never forget that.”
If only she hadn’t forgotten about me herself. I hope she’s happy with Snowflower in the clan, carrying Tigercloud’s kits. I wonder what she did when she realized I was gone. Did she cry? It doesn’t matter now. All that matters now is my life, and my future, with Firepaw. Despite being so focused on this concept of forgetting, I’ll never forget how quickly I lost my sister.
“Come outside, Marigoldkit!” I heard a soft voice enter my ears, as I wiggled protestingly in my nest. I opened my eyes, which were still frothy from the adaptation to light, to see a bundle of gray fur crouched over me. “Let me show you the world!” She squealed, excited at having another new kit, which was me. Of course, there was Firekit squirming nearby, but she never seemed interested in talking with him. I got onto my shaky legs, before getting pulled back down to the ground.
“No, Marigoldpaw. You can’t play with her. She’s not like us.” Amberleaf, my mother, snorted with a whisper. She turned her head up in more disgust than I’ve ever seen.
“Why not?”
“She was found at the edge of the border. More of her means more outsider blood. That’s the last thing I need you to obtain, friendship with rogue blood.”
I hadn’t been alive for very long, but that was the first time I experienced hatred in my family. Unable to speak up, since I didn’t know how, I just laid back down in grumpy protest. I looked up to see her waiting eagerly for my response. Before I could formulate the words to respond, I saw a warm shape head into the den.
“Let her play, Amberleaf.” It was my brother! Robinpaw stood over me, looking down with a warmth that I also hadn’t felt before. At that time, I was too naive to realize my brother had never felt any true emotions towards me. Amberleaf was still insistent that I shouldn’t play until Robinpaw shot satirical questions at her about how a friend was going to contribute to the impure blood in Ravenclan.
Taking a quick escape, that was the first day I truly played with Daisyheart. We would invite Sootkit, Snowkit, and Firekit to play often, but most of the time it was just us two. When she got her warrior name, I was surprised that nothing had changed. Instead, we stayed as close as possible, and I was convinced she was going to be my mentor. However, as an only kit, my father Kestrelwing was set on getting a better and more experienced warrior to mentor me.
I’m still not sure what my father did, but he got Sparkfrost to be my mentor. At that time I remember severely regretting not having spent more time with my mother, but it was too late. I would go to Duskferns den and talk to her through the wall, listening to her sweet yet arrogant voice flood through the wall. It was terribly raspy, the effects of green cough ravishing her lungs horribly. Yet through it all, I still had Daisyheart. Even when my father unexpectedly died at 8 moons-- she was there.
I had lost my parents in a heartbeat, and she was still there. Snowpaw was the only real friend I bonded with other than her, yet at times I wish I had never spoken with her. So filled with guilt and self-consciousness, had I realized how quickly she’d turn on me in stress I would’ve dropped her at that moment.
DaisyHeart would always defend me, no matter what happened. Even when RobinTalon and AppleDust got confined to the camp for a moon due to the disappearance of herbs, she still stood by my side. It was awful-- I was constantly questioned about if I knew where they were. Eventually, Appledust admitted to the clan that RobinTalon wasn’t involved and that my brother just took a bullet for him. I saw through my brother's lies immediately, but Robintalon was let off the hook without warning.
I confided in her about everything, and she confided in me. My crush on Firepaw, her crush on Tigercloud. Our favorite activities, spots, and our secrets. I sometimes feel Daisyheart and I were most connected over finding out why Appledust was really stealing herbs, just because of the weight we both carried. However, I still know our most important bonding moment.
It was in the middle of leaf-bare, and the cold was enough to freeze us solid, it felt like. Daisyheart and I took a walk together one day, just to get warmer by moving. As we were laughing, I excitedly ran over to the nearby creek and slid across it. Daisyheart, oh smart Daisyheart, told me not to do that until a warrior checked the ice. I stuck my tongue out at her and kept moving, ignoring what could happen. It wasn’t until the ice cracked around me on all four sides that I regretted what I did.
The ice chunk hadn’t flipped, but I knew if I moved I’d go under. However, in a panic, I moved anyway. I tried to leap across to the surface, which I at first succeeded in doing. Despite my luck, the ice there was too thin, and I sunk in. I thought I’d feel fear, but the cold numbed me of all my feelings. The world around me was so beautiful.
I saw the fish swimming around me, watching the life move on despite the cold. A frozen layer would never stop their swimming. I saw long weeds across the bottom, effortlessly flowing and creating homes for so many. I saw the sky, beautiful in an endless span of ice, coating the heavens with a crystal shield. I felt the ground as I reached the bottom, as it coated my fur in a cloud of soft dust, threatening to bury me forever from the stresses of the real world
I woke up with a start, feeling numbness coursing through my body. I started to feel multiple tongues caressing my back until I realized what happened was real. Unable to control myself, I broke down. It was obvious to me that Daisyheart had sacrificed her own life to pull me out of the water, despite the cold. At that moment, I knew she would forever be my best friend.
That night she slept beside me in the medicine cat den, softly grooming my fur still. I asked her why she had sacrificed everything she had ever known, and she responded so simply.
“Even though I’ll never be pureblood, you’re always going to be my little sister. Never forget that.”
If only she hadn’t forgotten about me herself. I hope she’s happy with Snowflower in the clan, carrying Tigercloud’s kits. I wonder what she did when she realized I was gone. Did she cry? It doesn’t matter now. All that matters now is my life, and my future, with Firepaw. Despite being so focused on this concept of forgetting, I’ll never forget how quickly I lost my sister.
