Olmsplash

Instructions

Olmkit didnt realize there was anything different about him until about halfway through his kithood. As far as he was concerned, there was nothing wrong or interesting about him compared to his clanmates, he thought he was the same. It wasn't until he realized that whenever he'd walk around camp the conversations would go quiet. He couldn't see their looks of pity- in fact he couldn't see anything. He was blind after all. When he realized how different the others acted around him compared to his siblings, his father took him over to the medicine den, his voice sad. Olmkit had never been in the medicine den before, and made a mental note to boast about it to his siblings. The medicine cat, a nice tom with a very low, soothing voice, came over to talk with him. Olmkit didn't understand what was going on. Why was he allowed in the medicine den but his siblings weren't? Something about the sadness in his fathers voice told him this was very serious, so he tried to sit all nice and neat with his head up, like his mum told him he should do at his apprentice ceremony. "Olmkit," The nice medicine cat began, "You know how everything is always dark and blank?" Olmkit nodded, unsure where this was going. "Well, your the only cat like that. It's called blindness. All your siblings and the other cats don't have that darkness. They can see things you can't, like dreams but they always see them." Olmkit was confused. he knew what dreams were, they were nice, with lots of different fun things that he could barely remember come morning. But if every other cat saw dreams all the time, wouldn't everything be confusing? Olmkit didn't get to finish his thoughts because suddenly his mother burst in. "WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN TELLING HIM?!?!?" She screeched angrily at the two toms, Olmkit felt himself be pushed backwards, his mother in between him and the others. The medicine cat, Nightwish, turned to his father, upset. "I thought you both decided to tell him!" Olmkits father bristled. "The kit was asking questions, he knew something was up. We can't just pretend like hes normal. He can't ever be a warrior Russetwing! We've been over this!" Olmkit knew they were still fighting, but his brain drowned out the words, the rest of the world fading to background noise. Never be a warrior? what did that mean? Did this have something to do with how other cats saw dreams? He was pulled from his thoughts when his mother stormed out of the den, picking him up by the scruff along the way. The rest of the day she held him close, refusing to talk about what had happened. TIME SKIP TO HIS APPRENTICE CEREMONY! Olmkit lined up next to his siblings at the base of the highstump. By now he fully understood what "blind" meant. His mother had done her best to shield him and pretend there was nothing wrong but... he lived in a clan of dozens of cats. The facade was destined to be ripped away at some point. He didn't really mind though. After all, how can you miss something you never had in the first place? He listened, ears swiveling as he caught snippets of murmered conversation. He could tell where things were obviously, he knew the camp well and each cat had their own muffled sounds, their own distinct scents. His leader spoke. They began the traditional speech, and Olmkit could feel excitement welling up inside of him. He couldn't wait to be an apprentice. His siblings were called up, one by one, and given their mentors and apprentice names. Then it was just him, alone in the clearing. The leader was talking, he felt adrenilne buzzing and- wait no no no why were the words different? "Nightwish, do you promise to-" Olmkits brain blocked out the rest. Nightwing was the medicine cat, why would he- the realization crashed over Olmkits head like a raging river. He wasn't going to be a warrior, he was going to be a medicine cat! Nightwish moved forwards to touch noses but Olmkit- well technically Olmpaw now, scrambed backwards, avoiding the touch. "No NO NO no no no I CANT be a medicine cat i want to be a warrior!" He cried. He could hear his mother yelling with him. Great Starclan he was lucky to have her. "SILENCE!" Sharpstar yowled. "Olmpaw, you should consider yourself lucky to be given the opportunity of being a medicine cat instead of just living in the elders den your whole life." Their tone was harsh but they really did mean well for Olmpaw. They didn't want the disabled apprentice to be tossed in a battle and instantly shredded. Olmpaw didn't understand. Why couldn't he just be a warrior apprentice? All the nervous energy from before had been replaced by a boiling vat of emotions, doomed to burst. Without a second thought he turned tail and ran towards where he knew the enterance to be.