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Prompt: rain
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Looking back on it, their world was always meant to fall.
From the arrogance of the clans, to the bias of the stars, it's funny how they never thought about this before. This world was always meant to fall, because those with the curse of mortality are curious and the stars, no matter how fake they were, don’t like those who are nosy. Those who seek answers, those who just want to know the truth. This world was doomed from the start; never meant to be.
The world was doomed when the almighty took its paws and shapes the earth, when the world fell into disrepair, when the Golden One defeated the darkness and left felines to make sure what happened didn’t happen again. Putting its trust into foolish, mortal souls, was never a good idea.
While when pushed to the limit, the clans will look past that stupid arrogance of theirs and fight together, the Golden One places its trust far too blindy. Failed to see that its children would never be able to get themselves together fast enough to realise what was happening in the first place.
“Fadefin!”
Its stupid really, to think they could ever have saved themselves. The whole prophecy thing was fake anyway, something made up by the stars in a measly attempt to save the living. Because the stars weren’t saved by the so-called divinity of their position, they were just as mortal as everyone else. Having feelings, having ideals and having everything they had when they were alive. They had morality too, and that was ultimately the downfall of it all.
“Fadefin!”
It’s the rain that shocks Fadefin out of his dazed out state, not Ivyhogs words.
Both of their pelts are soaked beyond belief, and while that wouldn’t be a problem for Ivyhog—being a wielder of water, it would certainly cause Fadefin some problems. At least the rain hides them from the lurking monsters, and helps to mask the reality of the situation. The rain will buy them some time to figure out what to do. But they can’t do anything with just the two of them, and it is just the two of them.
“Fadefin, what are we going to do?” Ivyhog asks him. “Fadefin you’re the one with the ideas you’ve gotta have something!”
Right. Because they are still running, still trying to desperately escape their inevitable fate. Ivyhog was ever most optimistic, having the most unrealistic ideas. Which, perhaps, is why Ivyhog is still trying in the first place. She’s optimistic that there's a chance they’ll survive and soon they can go back to they’re old life, where Fadefin is just a crazy conspiracy theorist while Ivyhog is an equally eccentric medicine cat. How they ever got along in the first place, Fadefin doesn’t know.
They don’t actually get along, now that Fadefin thinks about it. They just get along for the sake of getting along.
“We need to get somewhere safe. Somewhere away from… them.”
Them. They both know what it was, it wasn’t the stars nor the dark nor the monsters that lurk and hunt them both down. Them refers to those above it all. Them, is referring to what Fadefin saw that day. When he peered through the water of the lake, and in the reflection saw what led him to his conclusion today. Them, refers to the colossal beasts that existed above the sky, the beasts that the sky protected them from, the gods that were more powerful than the stars of which barely had any power to begin with.
It seems that the farthest place from them was what was under. What was under their paws and their noses. The stories tell that that place only holds the worst of the worst, grotesque beings worse than anything you’ve ever seen. Honestly, Fadefin thinks nothing can compare to what he’s witnessed. Curiously, the above can’t seem to access that place.
Fadefin and Ivyhog have only been to that place once before, to get answers. They had trudged through the inky black mud for days, stared at the starless sky for days and in the end got chased out by what could’ve been a cat. Could’ve.
Fadefin doesn’t want to go back to the place, but they might have to.
It seems that Ivyhog comes to the same conclusion.
“The moonpool. “ They both say at the same time.
“Underneath it, the tunnel to below. We’ll be safe if we make it there.”
Relief floods through his veins. Suddenly, Ivyhogs unrealistic ideas felt all the more realistic than before. Maybe, they still had a chance. Maybe, they could hold on for a little while longer. Long enough to make it to safety, long enough to escape.
"We should get moving now then, don't- don't wanna be caught in clear skies you know?"