[ Chapter Eleven ]

  A Brief Intermission from the Drama

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  Mother gasped in disbelief, Sun coiled back. Dash looked mentally drained. So many feelings rushed through Sun’s head, betrayal? Despair? He didn’t know anymore.”I had hoped I’d never have to see that… That CREATURE ever again.” Dash whispered. “Are the gods really that cruel?” Mother asked. “Heavens no, nature happens. Cruciatus’s mother was destined to die. Their Visionary knew it, but telling her that she was going to die would over-complicate it. Would you like to know the day you die? Suffocating over the information?” Dash explained. Mother looked to Sun, a glint of pure strength in her gaze. “You will stop meeting him, yes?” She insisted. Sun nodded, but other thoughts echoed. “If he is back, Cruciatus must be planning something. He was never good.” Dash said. Before another word could be said, an angry hiss echoed from one of the dens. He must’ve woken up, Sun thought. The white cat had awoken a few times, very angrily, before. Sun always had to sedate him with drowsing leaves. Standing outside the medical den, was a very furious white cat. He pounced on Sun, tumbling onto the muddy ground. He was like a gremlin, grabbing at every tuft his small paws could grasp. Sun, being twice the little cat’s size, easily pinned him to the ground. “Nobody attacks Winter and gets away with it!” The small cat yelled. Mother took over, securing the indignant cat down with vines and sap. They waited for a bit, silently watching the ball of rage try to shake himself free. It was almost funny, at least Mother saw it that way. She giggled as the white cat accidentally flipped himself upside down, then continued cursing in some language Sun had never heard. After some time, the cat began to quiet down and stop moving. “Winter concedes…” the cat said. “Is your name Winter or is it another cat’s name?” Mother asks, a question Sun had been wanting to ask as well. “I am Winter! Son of Tempest and knight-in-training of the Frostborn Clan!” Winter said in his gremlin-ish voice. “Oho, we have a warrior here!” said Dash unexpectedly. The old cat seemed to have calmed down. After the snowy cat was untied, he made an odd gesture towards Mother, A sort of bow. “What is this, dear?” She said, Winter looked up, “Are you not the leader?” Winter looked around like the group of cats were insane. He slowly lowered his paw. “Winter has much to learn.” The white cat mumbled to himself.

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