warmth [ celestialblight srp ]

Instructions

Warmth. Often a thing that he had not been granted, yet gave to many others. He was quite a kind king, was he not? She would reign upon bell's throne, glancing down at the cats passing by. Granting their wishes that they so selfishly desired. It was sickening. Warmth. What he saw in his brother's eyes that she failed to carry, even if hei tried so hard. Looking down at his kit that one day, seeing that Delicate carried burn scars; a failure of her own parenting; selfish, greedy, something that should not be spoken of. Despite having been raised poorly, why couldn't he do it properly? Warmth. Seeing others talk, have fun, be together, have families with one another and support each other in a way beyond platonic nature; it was something he often wanted; yet never could grasp the true nature of. Did bell just want closeness? Was that it? With over a dozen kits, why didn't he feel complete? Warmth. Wilt was ahead. She swore that bell wouldn't harm fate, but now it was too late to keep that promise; he could not let that empty-minded fool dig their claws into his young. Chorus had to be stronger than a fox, more violent than a badger; with the spirit of the very thing that he knew they hated. Warmth. Dipping her head down, emanating a snarl that was almost canine-like, his eyes were locked onto Calendulasnicker. This was it; a final fight to settle things; neither would back away until one of them was dead. And she had to come out alive; chorus would not leave his kits without a father. Goodness, he would not let them go down the same path he did. Warmth. It spilled down his cheek, down his back, down his legs, yet he persisted; heart racing so loudly it seemed to roar over the screeches and yowls of the fight he was participating in; yet at the same time, it felt like bell was watching from afar, from a millenia away. He couldn't think, nor focus; why couldn't she? Warmth! It spills, emanating loudly like a resonating yell in a cavern, like a fire in a forest, like the cats that chorus had dispatched from this world were reaching up, digging their claws in alongside wilt's- Beckoning her back down into the depths of evil. She wasn't evil, no, he would never be evil! It was what chorus had to do to survive; everyone else was evil! Warmth! It began to sting more and more the fight lasted; yet it was also short. A moon? A second? Who knew at this point? He could recall their names; starting from Cloverfatefall. Then Moonstonemanifest, then Spikedlily, then his own parent! Why did she have to kill Incarnatestar? She could recall the kind of horror that would strike Pyrethrone. Warmth. Why did it hurt so much? Hadn't he trained enough? Was she going to go to where Otterslip was? Where Hornetcharm was? But he was not a cat of good heart; and now bell knew, even if he tried to lie to himself. Chorus felt pain unlike the physical nature strike in his heart, matching the beat as bell looked down upon fate, head spinning. Warmth. She stared up. Into the horizon. He couldn't make it back to camp, could she? Bell chokes out a laugh, each sound hurting, breaking, making bell's throat feel sore and more in pain than ever. His legs shake as chorus takes a step, and falls down. Where was his brother? Where was he? She had to say hello to him. warmth. Chorus felt it all around her; like a pelt gently holding him steady through a cold storm. Where was Pyrethrone? He never got to say hello to Daffodilpaw again after she left. Where was Deli? Where was Harvest? Sneaky..? Floral? What about his new litter of kits..? Or the little ones that chorus had brought back as well, not too long after them? warmth? Why was the warmth on his face, spilling down his cheeks? He wasn't a warm cat; he was the color of everything cold. She was an evil, evil thing. A no-good mean cat who hurt many others. Bell curled up even if every body in chorus's body wanted her not to. warmth Here she was, crying like a kit. It really hurt. Where was mama? Sprout should be back from the mean fighting soon. Bell reached up for the thorn wrap that sprout gave him, but it wasn't there. Where was it? She wanted to keep it every day until he died. But why wasn't it on him? Was she.. Going to die? Bell sobs a tiny bit, the cold air biting into him. warm Would he be remembered? She didn't want to be forgotten. That would be mean. Chorus wanted to be remembered for all of the nice things he did. She couldn't recall a single one, though. Was it all just a disguise? That's not what nice cats do. Where was Swirlingrhapsody? Bell wanted to tell him something. That she would be going to fight Did the fight happen already? Why was the sky so dark? He was scared. Where was he? w