Skip to main content

He didn't want to scare him

Storm woke to the sun shining through the leaves of the Fledgling den. Birds chirped occasionally, though not nearly as much as they did most mornings. He raised his head and looked around the mostly empty den The only other Fledglings in the den with him were Bone Ripple, and Tremble, the other Fledglings who had gone to the Meeting last night.

Squirrel pushed his way into the den and his face lit up when he saw Storm awake.

Squirrel tiptoed around the still-sleeping lynxes in their cuddle pile and came to lick Storm’s ear. “Good morning,” He purred quietly as he groomed Storm’s ears. “How was the meeting last night?”

Storm sleepily told Squirrel all about the meeting, even mentioning when he made new friends from the different tribes.

“Your new friends sound fun! BleedingJay sounds like he needs to calm down, though.”

Storm nodded. He was feeling more alert as his brain woke up. The day birds were chirping softly, way softer than the morning birds.

“What time is it?” Storm asked, standing and stretching. He took a moment to lick his fur and groom it down from where it stood on end, being pushed that way from how long and heavily he slept on it.

Squirrel purred a bit as he helped groom Storm’s fur into submission. “It’s noon. Ember made an announcement this morning about all Fledglings being trained in different tribes to build camaraderie between us and strengthen relationships. You wouldn’t happen to know what that’s about, would you?”

Storm paused for half a second in his grooming. He wasn’t sure if he was allowed to share the bad news with Squirrel. He didn’t want to scare Squirrel, but he had a right to know about the foxes and the crows. 
Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

This wasn't an ordinary murder

      As the police officer uncovered the body, she knew this was no ordinary murder. The way the body looked drawn up and dry like it'd been weeks since the date of death, despite the body being only a day old told her it had to be some sicko at the least, but more likely, some supernatural entity had killed this young man.     She recovered the body, deciding that forensics could handle the body, and she could give her two cents if asked. She wasn't a detective, after all.     However, she could still investigate the murder. That was her job as a police officer, after all.      She wrote her report, then went back to the station. At the station, she started her research. She looked up anything she could think of that could have done this to the victim.     She researched all manner of cannibalistic monsters. She was there for so long, the shift change happened around her, catching her off guard
Post a Comment
Read more

She's not afraid of anything

       The four kids huddled around the small flame of the candle, hoping their bodies would be enough to shield the tiny flame from the massive winds.      "So." One of them, a small boy with mousey brown hair and eyes to match, started. "We know that all of us see the monster differently."     "Yes." The kid next to him, a smaller girl with wide, blue eyes and blonde pigtails agreed. "I've never seen a snake so big!"     "Right." A second boy with curly, ginger hair and blue eyes responded. "And I saw a big, big dog."     "The first boy spoke again to bring up, "I saw my doctor with a needle bigger than his arm."     The ginger boy looked at the last child, a girl with short, brown hair and green eyes. "What did you see, Adeline," he asked her.     She looked up from where she had been playing with a bug, trying to get it to crawl onto a stick she'd found nearby. "Oh, I-I haven't see...
Post a Comment
Read more

He wanted to tell him how much he loved him, but...

  The way the light of the setting sun washed over his face as he animatedly explained the plot of this new book in his favorite series made John look radiant, Thomas would go so far as to say divine, even, and when the light breeze blew John’s shaggy, chestnut brown hair out of his face, revealing his adorable freckles, Thomas almost felt his heart explode. Thomas wanted to tell John he loved him, but the thought of John being quiet, even just long enough to listen, didn’t seem worth it. So, Thomas just admired the man next to him on the pier, falling more and more in love with every syllable John spoke. “Boys!” The two men looked behind them to Susan, pushing the baby stroller past the pier. “It’s getting late, the twins are asleep, let’s go home!” John smiled at Thomas, who smiled back. They nodded to each other, and walked off the pier, hand in hand, back to their girlfriend.  During the short walk, Thomas squeezed John’s hand, trying to transfer all of his affection for J...
Post a Comment
Read more