Post by { tessa } on Dec 20, 2008 18:14:00 GMT -5
It's a chilly winter afternoon, and there's about a foot of snow on the ground. Most of the loners around here were probably curled up in the warmth of their barns right now. And rightly so. Rosaline winces as she picks her way through the thick, heavy snow. She's never been one of those cats who enjoys the Leaf-Bare season, and if she'd had it her way she'd be asleep inside right now. But her duties of being a mother do not permit this. Rosaline had her kits last fall, and now they have grown almost as old as the young cats whom the forest Clans call apprentices. She cannot believe how fast her two daughters have grown, and knows that it is time to start teaching them everything she knows about survival out here. Besides, at this point, there's no keeping them cooped up. When that happens, Rosaline knows they get bored, and with boredom comes mischief.
The tortoiseshell stops, her ears pricked cautiously. She looks around the clearing, constantly on the watch for any signs of danger. But there is none. The clearing is quiet. It sparkles with the sunlight reflecting off of the mounds of snow, and the stream that has now frozen over. Winter has hit them fast and hard, but so far everything seems calm. Rosaline turns back to call over her shoulder, "Arielle! Marina! Come along." She says with a swish of her tail.
Rosaline was born for mothering. It all comes to her so naturally, even being a single parent with two energetic kits, but that isn't to say that she isn't constantly worrying. These days she always sleeps with one eye open for the sake of her daughters. Sometimes she wonders how in the world her own mother did it.
Her own mother. Rosaline closes her eyes and sighs, taking in the memories of her kithood. These were once far too painful to think about, but Rosaline has come to think back on them fondly now. They're all she has of her past, even if they are bittersweet. Her mother and her sister are both dead now, but she does everything she can to keep them alive in her heart.
Rosaline opens her eyes and takes in the beautiful afternoon before her.
The tortoiseshell stops, her ears pricked cautiously. She looks around the clearing, constantly on the watch for any signs of danger. But there is none. The clearing is quiet. It sparkles with the sunlight reflecting off of the mounds of snow, and the stream that has now frozen over. Winter has hit them fast and hard, but so far everything seems calm. Rosaline turns back to call over her shoulder, "Arielle! Marina! Come along." She says with a swish of her tail.
Rosaline was born for mothering. It all comes to her so naturally, even being a single parent with two energetic kits, but that isn't to say that she isn't constantly worrying. These days she always sleeps with one eye open for the sake of her daughters. Sometimes she wonders how in the world her own mother did it.
Her own mother. Rosaline closes her eyes and sighs, taking in the memories of her kithood. These were once far too painful to think about, but Rosaline has come to think back on them fondly now. They're all she has of her past, even if they are bittersweet. Her mother and her sister are both dead now, but she does everything she can to keep them alive in her heart.
Rosaline opens her eyes and takes in the beautiful afternoon before her.
