Private Thread Solace in the Dark [17LG2020]

Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished
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 The nursery walls had been recently patched, its floor lined with a cozy layer of moss and mouse fluff, freshened the day before. Once the nursery had been lifeless, with only the scent of past cats come by to tidy - at least before the events of the Gathering. Bravesong had been caught mouth agape as a lone kit was delivered to camp, rumors of it being a gift from Starclan among the whispers that returned alongside her.

Moosestar had approached him with a rather interesting proposition. Forgo the Elders den in favor of housing in the nursery to look after this kit, newly named Coyotekit, for what he imagined to be her orange eyes ablaze on her lilac pelt. At first he didn't know what to say. Speckledfrost, Starclan, even Wildcry had more experience raising kits than he did - but in the end, he accepted the task, honored that Moosestar would even consider raising and teaching the young kit their ways.

It was at this time, a few days after the fated gathering, that Bravesong nestled in his extra large nest of mouse fluff and moss. The moon shone overhead, hanging in the night sky, but in the darkness of her nursery the disabled tom slept. His damaged paw lay folded over his muzzle in rest, body stretched out and on his side in one of the few comfortable positions he was able to fall asleep to...