Left Like I Once Was: A Sizzlingblaze SRP

Instructions

They were patrolling. Patrolling as they always were, patrolling for Flurryclan’s safety. They would never let Flurryclan die, not even if it cost Sizzlingblaze their own life. They were looking out over the territories beyond Flurryclan, as they once had. The skies, the hills, the trees, it was everything they had dreamed, and everything they couldn’t have. They were gazing into the distance, unable to reach out to it, when they heard it; the mewling of kits. Curiosity taking them, they crept past the border, towards the source of the sound. There, four kits huddled around each other, mewling for food. Their mother was nowhere in sight. Softly Sizzlingblaze mewed, “Hello, little ones. Where’s your mother?” Scenting the air, there *was* a scent of a queen there, but… it was stale. A few days, at the least, and these kits were starving. Looking at the hungry kits, Sizzle said lightly and kindly, “Farewell, little ones. I need to bring you food.” Bounding out of the small dip in the hill, they scanned the territory, scenting for food. Their mother was gone, but they had to be able to eat some sort of prey… right? Scenting mouse, Sizzlingblaze stalked it, quickly and silently making their kill. Padding back to the kits, they laid the mouse in front of them, prompting, “Eat.” The kits nosed the mouse, before wailing out. Panicking slightly, they decided that they would chew it up for them; otherwise, they’d have nothing to eat. Chewing the mouse into a mush, they slowly fed it to the first kit, relieved when they swallowed it. One by one, they fed the mouse mush to the kits, making sure they swallowed it. As the last kit swallowed the last bit of mouse, the hungry mewling eased. Sizzle looked at these kits, the kits who had been left by their mother. They said, with their mew almost a whisper, “Left like I once was.” Their mother wasn’t coming back. A mother wouldn’t leave their kits for days. Either their mother wouldn’t come back… or couldn’t. Looking down at the kits, so pitifully small, they said, “I will take you in. Like I once was, you were left, but you will not be left a second time.” Their mew was light, but determined, as they pledged, “I promise.”

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