Wishes Won’t Be Heard or Answered (RSW)

WARNING: blood, description of injury, and some good ol’  a n g s t

NOTES: Wrote a majority of this a while ago so uh,, if some of this doesn’t make sense, that’s why? And I have a tendency to jump around in writing owo’’

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A brown patched she-cat looked outside with grim determination. Today, she was finally gonna go outside the confines of her housefolk’s home. Her sister had visited and told her and her father all of what happened to her whilst with CloudClan- and to say Tiramisu was a bit envious of her was an understatement. She wished she was that brave to be a clan cat. In all honesty, she wished she could’ve followed her sister to the clans. But the fear of everything out there stopped her, as well as the guilt of leaving their father all alone. 

Back to the main point, she decided she wanted to see through her sister’s eyes and view the outside world in a not-judgmental manner. Nothing would stop her from doing this! Not her fears, not the very obvious dangers out there, not even this dumb, dully aching lump on her leg can stop her!

Taking a deep breath, she quietly pushed through the cat flap and onto the grass. She padded up to the fence and jumped up onto it. She hoped her father doesn’t freak out at her disappearance, whenever he wakes up from his sleep. It was rather odd of her to not be in or around their home. The molly hopped down from the other side of the fence and stared out into the open wild. A flash of hesitance appeared on her face, suddenly second guessing her plan- was this a good idea? Would she get hurt? She better head back before- 

She shook it off and took the first step forward. Then the next one. And the next one.

Soon she was padding away from her home, slowly breaking into a sprint. The outdoor area of her housefolk’s home wasn’t exactly large, so she never got to feel how free it felt to run in open space. 

A small smile graced her muzzle as she sped up, zooming passed the tall grass and single tree. She had to be careful to dodge around anything close to CloudClan, she doesn’t want to cause trouble, with the whole trespassing and how some seemed mad when she visited with her sister and father last. 

‘Maybe I’ll get to join them too!’ She thought, giving a sniff. She really missed her sister.

She found herself by a large body of water, gazing wide-eyed at the falling water. 

“Woah.” Left her jaws as she looked upon the odd sight. It looked like the water that came out of that weirdly shaped silver bowl in her housefolks home. Just a lot more. And seemingly endless. She looked down at the water, grinning at her own reflection, before something whizzed passed it, making her jump back.

Out jumped a fish, the thing that startled her, and splashed back into the water. She let out a huff before continuing on her way.

In the distance, she could see a broken down structure- a destroyed version of her housefolk’s home? -and decided to pad that way. She was here to explore, so why not check out the spooky looking home in the distance?

Her grayish-green eyes shifted around, taking in the sights. They flickered onto a bird, making her eyes glint in excitement. Using what little knowledge she had of hunting, she crouched low to the ground and crept forward silently. Stealth was one of her best qualities! She pounced clumsily forward, but to her surprise, she caught it! The blue bird flapped its wings frantically, pinned beneath her oddly large, fluffy paws.

“I caught one!” She meowed, pride filling her entire form. She could tell her dad and he’d be so proud of her! Though she frowned, not wanting to kill it and see the blood that would come out. The molly shivered at the thought- she hated blood -before carefully letting the bird go and watching it fly away. Maybe she could be a clan cat… maybe she can! 

She made it to the abandoned building and looked around. Why did this place smell funny? She could recognize a scent there, but it was faint, as if whoever it was hadn’t been there in a few days. It smelled like CloudClan. At least she wasn’t straying into another clan’s territory.

After exploring the building, the brown-patched molly padded out of the building and looked over to see a bridge. The Hope Bridge! She remembered being told about that! She bounded over and hopped along the bridge, going as far as looking down in the water. 

Standing back up, she looked at the other end of the bridge, wondering where it led, but decided against it. It’s better to not get lost in the wild, so Tiramisu turned and bounded back from where she came from. When she got off the bridge, she looked up. 

The sun had been just above the horizon when she left to go on this little adventure, now it was at the highest point in the sky. That meant lunch time! Though she immediately winced afterwards, realizing her fun made her lose track of time and that Chestnut was probably awake by now. 

“Hopefully he won’t be too mad…” she whispered to herself as she bounded back in the direction of her housefolk’s home. She never saw the dark form flying in the air, as she looked away before it came into view. 

She hopped at a fast pace to get home quickly, as to not worry her dad. She was smiling as she went, happy with how this journey had gone. This had been one successful adventu-

SCREEEEEECH

A loud screech from above caused her to freeze in place, all mirth falling from her form and being replaced by cold fear. The brown and cream molly turned and looked up, her eyes widening at the huge bird in the sky. Her ears fell back, fear showing in her expression. She was frozen, too scared to move as it came closer at accelerated speeds. What is she supposed to do? She doesn’t know anything about fighting a predator!

Tira hesitated too long, because the beast was upon her in the most painful way.

The eagle beast clawed her, though she didn’t feel any wounds due to the fear adrenaline, and grabbed a hold of her collar, lifting her into the air, dead set on carrying her away. No no no, she didn’t want to be taken away! Her green eyes widened with panic and began struggling to get out of the vice grip, causing the talons to cut through the fabric of her collar and ripping it completely, causing her to fall to the ground with a painful thump. She groaned as she slowly turned over and braced her paws to stand up. A familiar jingle caught her attention as she looked up slightly to see the beast had dropped to collar and went back to try and swoop at her again, the adrenaline making her not notice the red surrounding her broken collar. That thing wouldn’t get another chance at her! Her crippling fear wouldn’t allow it! 

The young molly turned to see the a tiny patch of trees was her closest cover, so she ran to it and hid under one of the trees that were thick with leaves and branches, breathing heavily. She could hear the wings flapping and the enraged screech of the beast having lost its lunch. The scary sounds got distant. Then it was silent.

She wasn’t sure if it was gone for sure. She almost didn’t want to take the chance, but she needed to in order to get back home. If it wasn’t, well… she’d have to make a break for it. 

After calming her breathing, she looked out the opening again, eyes targeting the housefolk homes. She sighed, “There’s no choice...” She wanted to go home. 

She got to her paws, tensed up, and made a mad dash out of the building, panically running home. She didn’t hear any flapping or screeching. Tiramisu took the risk of looking back to see, and she was right. It was gone. But that revelation didn’t stop anything, she still kept running as fast as she could.

Tiramisu forgot about her blood splattered broken collar. Not like she could repair it anyways. She hoped she didn’t make anyone mad by losing her collar. She did feel bad about leaving it in CloudClan’s territory, hopefully that wouldn’t cause any issues either.

She was a sad excuse of a clan cat, wasn’t she? The leader would’ve kicked her out immediately. 

Tiramisu teared up as she ran. ‘I’m sorry,’ she thought with a quiet whimper, unsure of who she was apologizing to, ‘I wasn’t tough enough to be like a clan cat…’ 

She practically flung herself upwards and scrambled over the dark wood enclosing her housefolk’s yard and landing with a quiet sound, exhausted. Tira then noticed pain on the side of her face, making her wince harshly. Noticing a puddle from the recent rain, she carefully walked over, already fearing what she would see.

And she was right.

Along the right side of her face was monstrous gashes, bleeding profusely. They tore across her eye, causing her to be unable to open that eye, no matter how hard she tried. So much fur gone, she might not be able to see out of that eye ever again, and the blood that came out of the grizzly gashes like the waterfall she saw earlier. 

The sight made her feel lightheaded, staring at the thing that scared her the most: blood. Watching it pour out of her wounds with panic-filled terror stricken across the rest or her unbloodied face. She hated it so much.

But then she realized... clan cats aren’t afraid of blood. What kind of clan cat would faint at the sight of blood? None, that’s what. She would have never been able to become a warrior like her sister and make her dad proud. Heck, she couldn’t last a single day out in the wild without getting hurt! And it was going so well too...

The tears welled up, her inability to be strong filled her thoughts, before slumping over and crying in pain and sadness, wallowing in her own pity...