my mother says that I // OC oneshot
Dec 23, 2019 16:25:12 GMT -5
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Post by zoneoftruth on Dec 23, 2019 16:25:12 GMT -5
my mother says that I will surely go to hell
Summary: A mentor worries, but Crowheart’s not a kit anymore.
Content warning: Implications and effects of poor parenting, just in case
[A little thing I wrote to try and remember how to write two if my OCs, figured someone might enjoy it so here you go! Not very action based and a fairly short read, but I enjoyed writing it nonetheless
Title from the song Bruno is Orange by Hop Along, Queen Ansleis]
There’s a quiet hush over the forest as the slender, black cat settled on a large rock within it. He was out hunting technically, yes, but surely a moment of solace couldn’t hurt. A fire can only burn for so long before it stamps itself out. Sometimes rest is necessary.
A thick-furred, gray she-cat slinked out of the bushes below him, climbing up the rock to settle beside him. “Crowheart.” She meowed to announce her presence.
“Alderbriar.” Crowheart returned. Alderbriar curled her tail up, eyes cast on her ex-apprentice for a moment, before back out over the forest from the shared perch.
“Was wondering where you ran off to.”
“I didn’t run off. I’m out hunting.”
“This doesn’t look like hunting.” Her voice wasn’t harsh, more a tease than anything. Her tail uncoiled and settled against his shoulder instead.
“... I’m tired Alderbriar, please not now.” Crowheart sighed, melting under her touch, as if it reminded his tense bones to breathe.
Alderbriar hummed something soft. Her eyes closed as she spoke, “Whatever happened to my apprentice? When did he turn so cold?”
“When he got wise.”
“Got stupid more like it.” Alderbriar snorted, again, only a tease. Her words might’ve sounded harsh, had it not been Crowheart. She couldn’t be truly harsh with Crowheart, it’s something in all her moons she never figured out how to do. “You can’t go your whole life freezing the whole clan out.”
“It’s for the best.” Crowheart resolved, shifting to lay down beside her instead. “Maybe I am stupid. Maybe that’s why it’s for the best.”
Alderbriar hummed again, “Is that how you think of it?” She gently rested her head on top of his own, like a mother smothering her kit. She thought she’d like to fashion his as his mother. She isn’t though. His mother is somewhere with a band of rogues, full of spite and self-preservation. She’s off somewhere with the blood of one of Hollystar’s lives on her claws, and hateful words on her tongue for the kits she birthed and raised because they chose their clan before her.
Crowheart was the one to disturb them, pushing himself to his paws and forcing Alderbriar to rise with him. “I’ve been here long enough. You’re free to hunt with me, but if not I’ll see you around I suppose.”
Alderbriar could only laugh, soft and quiet, “I suppose you will.” She turned to slink back off first, but hesitated. “I miss you Crowheart. I hope you someday remember the warmth you used to give everyone, not just the apprentices.”
“I’m no kit anymore, Alderbriar. Change comes with time.”
“I know you aren’t. I think that’s why it’s most tragic to me, that this is what time decided for you.” With that, she returned to the bush, disappearing among the leaves and berries.
Summary: A mentor worries, but Crowheart’s not a kit anymore.
Content warning: Implications and effects of poor parenting, just in case
[A little thing I wrote to try and remember how to write two if my OCs, figured someone might enjoy it so here you go! Not very action based and a fairly short read, but I enjoyed writing it nonetheless
Title from the song Bruno is Orange by Hop Along, Queen Ansleis]
There’s a quiet hush over the forest as the slender, black cat settled on a large rock within it. He was out hunting technically, yes, but surely a moment of solace couldn’t hurt. A fire can only burn for so long before it stamps itself out. Sometimes rest is necessary.
A thick-furred, gray she-cat slinked out of the bushes below him, climbing up the rock to settle beside him. “Crowheart.” She meowed to announce her presence.
“Alderbriar.” Crowheart returned. Alderbriar curled her tail up, eyes cast on her ex-apprentice for a moment, before back out over the forest from the shared perch.
“Was wondering where you ran off to.”
“I didn’t run off. I’m out hunting.”
“This doesn’t look like hunting.” Her voice wasn’t harsh, more a tease than anything. Her tail uncoiled and settled against his shoulder instead.
“... I’m tired Alderbriar, please not now.” Crowheart sighed, melting under her touch, as if it reminded his tense bones to breathe.
Alderbriar hummed something soft. Her eyes closed as she spoke, “Whatever happened to my apprentice? When did he turn so cold?”
“When he got wise.”
“Got stupid more like it.” Alderbriar snorted, again, only a tease. Her words might’ve sounded harsh, had it not been Crowheart. She couldn’t be truly harsh with Crowheart, it’s something in all her moons she never figured out how to do. “You can’t go your whole life freezing the whole clan out.”
“It’s for the best.” Crowheart resolved, shifting to lay down beside her instead. “Maybe I am stupid. Maybe that’s why it’s for the best.”
Alderbriar hummed again, “Is that how you think of it?” She gently rested her head on top of his own, like a mother smothering her kit. She thought she’d like to fashion his as his mother. She isn’t though. His mother is somewhere with a band of rogues, full of spite and self-preservation. She’s off somewhere with the blood of one of Hollystar’s lives on her claws, and hateful words on her tongue for the kits she birthed and raised because they chose their clan before her.
Crowheart was the one to disturb them, pushing himself to his paws and forcing Alderbriar to rise with him. “I’ve been here long enough. You’re free to hunt with me, but if not I’ll see you around I suppose.”
Alderbriar could only laugh, soft and quiet, “I suppose you will.” She turned to slink back off first, but hesitated. “I miss you Crowheart. I hope you someday remember the warmth you used to give everyone, not just the apprentices.”
“I’m no kit anymore, Alderbriar. Change comes with time.”
“I know you aren’t. I think that’s why it’s most tragic to me, that this is what time decided for you.” With that, she returned to the bush, disappearing among the leaves and berries.