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The stars twinkled among the dark sky, bright in their exuberance to show themselves while they could. His mismatched eyes tracked their shapes and their dancing lights with a single minded focus. Not minding the cold that ruffled his black fur and tried to chase him back into the nursery. Witheredkit had no desire to be shooed away by mother nature. To slink back to his nest of moss and the warm bodies of his siblings. He would much rather be out, blending with the nights darkness and trying to sort out his place in the world.
It just seemed so pointless when faced with the width of the skies, the wild force of the winds, and suffocating white of snowfall. What was he in comparison to these feats. Simply a fleeting blink of time to the bigger constructs of the world and it left him with the problem of figuring out what was his place. How did he make his blink of time among the world worth it?
It was difficult to keep Mysteriouskit down. Not that she was particularly excitable, or active, or free-spirited — looking at her, the slow way she moved, like a dance, the near empty, faded look in her eyes, how she didn't actually seem to move much at all, one would think it should be easy. Despite the rules set in place just for her, because nobody wanted another missing case on their hands, she still found herself wandering. Aimless. Ghostly. Without a care or a thought in the world. She didn't worry of about the size of the universe, or her place in the world, she drifted by hardly considering life at all, spent her time tip-toeing on the precipice of that and death. A specter if not for her working, beating heart.
Often she felt cold anyway, and so the night air didn't seem to disturb her. One moment she remembered walking out of the nursery, and a few foggy seconds later she was seated beside a tom-kit, staring but not speaking. She blinked her spacey, olive eyes.
"Oh," it came out a quiet whisper, "is your head full?" Her words were drawn out, like there was a shaky bridge between them.
He turned to glance towards the kit that had wandered into his space with nary a sound, and paused as his gaze met hers. There was something unsettling about the emptiness in them, where that should have been something, some sort emotion. Witheredkit had not been among the nursery population long, and often didn't spend time with the older kits or even the kits outside his own litter. Often because it was easier to find a place among those who already knew him, who thought little of his dispassionate nature.
Yet here he was staring at a cat who seemed even more disjointed than he himself was. One only a little older than he but seemingly ageless in the way she stood next to him but apart from him all at the same time. On a different plane perhaps. As he considered all these in a slow blink he finally tuned into the words she let be caught on the breeze between them.
Offering no smile but no frown either he instead offered a slight nod, a small twitch of his tail, before he turned to look towards the sky once more. "It might perhaps be better to say it's too empty." He pondered aloud to her. "Or maybe that it it full of empty thoughts?" Glancing towards her once more he suddenly felt like he must speak to her as he would not speak to others. Something about her brought a bravery to voice what he had yet never dared to release out into the world.
"What do you think our place in this world is? Because those are the thoughts that toss and turn in my head."
She listened without a twitch of movement, uncomfortably still like she had turned to stone right then and there, and when she spoke in her natural hush, the only thing that moved was her mouth. It all added to her eeriness, and she had yet to realize that perhaps that was why many didn't want to be around her.
"Our place in the world?" She didn't hesitate, "well, I am sitting beside you now, is that my place?" To her, everything that existed sat right in front of her, and everything that felt was locked away. Suddenly, she leaned in a little closer, somehow lowered her voice more, "we could go find someplace else, if you want? Even though we are not supposed to leave," she giggled like it was just a silly rule, like she was an example of what happened when one broke it, like she hadn't been missing for months and assumed dead. But, just as she viewed everything, she considered it a distant, disconnected thing, something without consequence or emotion or tie to the physical world, however loosely she lived in it.
"No need to live in your head," a rich sentiment coming from her, though she didn't quite realize the irony of it. Then, like life had flooded her once more, she moved to her paws, tilted her head slightly like she was beckoning him. Mysteriouskit didn't give him much time to consider her offer, for she was already on her way, steps light and silent.
He listened to her words though could not claim he heeded them, for what advice was one to take from a wandering wraith. But he would consider them, alongside the other wonders he considered. Her questions would go unanswered for her fleeting nature seemed to pull her elsewhere. Though her seemingly silent invitation for him to follow was intriguing enough to draw him to his paws.
What better way was there to discover the world than to follow someone seemingly so out of place in it. For her simple introduction was enough to prove to Witheredkit perhaps ones place in the world was not one you made but one you were given. Though he did not know her name or her circumstances; surely she had no started off a ghost. Surely a mother would not have brought life to a kit just to doom them to such an existence in perpetual nothingness. Or was he making to many assumptions, was he assigning her roles she did not yet and maybe never would deserve. Perhaps she was mocking him in a round about way or playing games with those younger than her. But he did not think that the case. Faking such a condition of listlessness seemed near impossible by any standards.
"Where will we go?" He spoke as his only sign of agreement to follow her steps. Ready to follow her into a rabbit hole or to the edges of the world. To try and see what she saw, to try and puzzle out the sate of her place in the world that seemed so different than his. Though their separation was so little.
She didn't offer anything in response, only continued with a very soft hum under her breath, waltzed right out into the open world like there was no dangers beyond. Out here, she seemed a little more alive, animated, and the light of the moon gave her tortoiseshell fur a gentle glow. It illuminated handfuls of straight, precise scars. She walked directionless, guided by nothing but whatever whim she was feeling in the moment. That way looked interesting — let's go there. So does that place — let's go there next. A cycle that would repeat until, eventually, she would find herself some place interesting enough to catch her empty eyes, and usually that happened to be far away, territories away sometimes.
Then, so suddenly it was startling, she stopped, leaned down to pick up a thin twig that was left on the ground, turned to pass it to her companion, "can you hold that for me?" It wasn't really a question. She had already begun moving again, oblivious on if he had actually listened or not. She swerved to the left, towards the forest. Unlike Witheredkit, she had no will for anything more, searched for nothing but sticks and pebbles and the acorns she liked to collect, and so every movement was without purpose, meaning, every thought a flittering thing that occasionally interrupted the stretching silence in her head. Many said it was a rather unhealthy way to live, but Mysteriouskit quite liked her quiet corner of the universe.
Witheredkit wandered in the dark behind his new companion only the moons light there to guide them and even that disappeared at times when they went under thicker borough's of trees. Looking up towards the sky he wondered when the morning would come, but was not quite yet well versed enough to be able to distinguish that on the moons position alone. But, having taken his eyes off the kit whose name he still did not know, it was a startling surprise when a twig was shoved into his face.
Blinking he instinctively took it from her and then stood for a moment rather taken off guard as she drew away from him. Having no idea why he had been handed the twig he kept it clamped in his jaws and hurried to catch up to her. Now not even able to ask her any questions with his jaws occupied holding something. He had a sneaking suspicion there was no reason to the twig being brought along but still didn't want to leave it. It had been entrusted to him by this new adventure partner. Useful or not, needed of not, he had been told to hold it and so he would.
As she continued, Mysteriouskit would occasionally stop and pick up similar twigs, pressing them towards Witherkit until he surely could not hold anymore, but that didn't seem to stop her. As the trees thickened, she seemed more entranced by the world around her, leaning over and admiring a particularly interesting pinecone, she ushered her company over so he could see too.
"I don't have many of these," she picked it up, moved quietly so they were walking in their set path again. Just ahead the small trickle of a stream sounded, cutting through their path and under the surrounding undergrowth. Mossy rocks sat in it, and the water bounced around them. She dropped her pinecone on the edge and leaned over to blink into the water. Her face didn't quite feel like her own. Mysteriouskit swerved her head to stare expectedly at Witherkit, tapping her tail in invitation.
He looked at her and then towards the water, then shrugged. Dumping his gathering of sticks on the shore he peered into the water. The stream wasn't deep, wouldn't not even come to an adult cats chest. Still it had a rather strong current and he nodded before glancing back towards her. "It's pretty, do you come here often?" He questioned flicking his tail.
Then his eyes got caught on the sticks again, "what if we send the sticks down the stream? So they might find new homes?" He tried to phrase it poetically though he wasn't sure he had much luck. He really just wanted to off lift his burden of carrying the sticks with him. Thinking the more flowery he made his language the better she would receive it. Though he was starting to think it was just as likely she would have forgotten all about the sticks.
She looked at him like he had just suggested the most outlandish, wildish thing, or like he was talking nonsense. Her brows furrowed for a moment, and she looked down to the twigs, "no, I use them." There was a defensive firmness in her voice, because how could he even suggest such a thing, before it softened almost immediately, "look," her paws moved slowly, fluidly, like the water beside them would on calmer days, to organize the twigs into a messy, haphazard shape that was supposed to resemble something. Perhaps an animal?
"They're like friends," a small bundle of sticks lay in a straight line, matched with four shorter ones beneath it, like legs, and despite the messiness, the strangeness of it, there was a ghost of a smile on her face. Her dolls weren't very good now, most wouldn't know what they were unless they asked, but she liked making them, giving them out (for something in return of course, like a business; unless it was for a friend), and always gave them names. She stared at the mess for a few moments, realized she had missed some components.
"I need …" she paused, "I need … leaves, and cobweb."
"Alright, alright sorry." He rushed to say before glancing around, there weren't many places he could see them finding cobwebs, to close to the water. "If you find some leaves I can go look for cobwebs." Witheredkit didn't give her a chance to answer before he was hurrying off back the way they had come and further away from the water. "I'll be right back." He shouted over his shoulder throwing all caution of keeping their nighttime jaunt secret. If they were discovered they were discovered.
He felt a little weirded out by her assertion to give the sticks personification, but he supposed it most likely would not be the oddest thing about her. In fact he was rather sure he had barley grazed the surface of her intricacies. Moving towards a large tree, he looked in the roots and wrapped the meager amount of cobweb up with a stray twig on the ground; probably one of the few the other kit hadn't seemingly adopted. His pace was quick not wanting her to be alone to long or to think he had left her.
While he wasn't sure she would be bothered by such a concept he still didn't want her to doubt him and perhaps have her feelings hurt. The moment he felt he had gathered enough he hurried back, "got some." He mumbled around his cobweb covered stick as he trotted back over to her collection. Keeping hold of it, not quite sure what she even wanted the cobwebs for and not wanting to get chastised again.
Mysteriouskit watched him leave, and only when he completely disappeared amongst the surrounding trees and bushes did she move, wander off almost aimlessly to find leaves. There was no reason to go far, plenty of leaves had found themselves littered on the ground from the past fall, some half buried or frozen by the lumps of snow, but eventually she found a sufficient amount and, by the time Witheredkit returned, she was already sat exactly where she had been before, as if she hadn't moved at all save for the pile of leaves she held down with a small, white paw.
Unceremoniously, she took the cobwebs from him and, after rearranging the leaves and sticks so they came together in a vague, figure-like shape, she wrapped them slowly yet haphazardly, holding each stick in place individually so it wouldn't fall. She let it sit for a moment, hunched over as she watched, unblinking, until she decided it was perfect. Gently, Mysteriouskit pushed the doll towards her companion, "I have my own. What is its name?"
"Uh," his eyes were wide, he had never been given a gift before and disliked them on principle. But more concerning was that he had no idea what the construction was supposed to do. What was he even supposed to do with it. Blinking once he glanced up towards her and then down at his gift humming. "A name can't be decided on a whim, I will have to think on it." If he was going to do this creation justice then there would be no rushing things.
Glancing up he smiled "Thank-you I will take good care of it." Pausing he shifted before opening his mouth again "what's your name? I'm Witheredkit." Perhaps introductions were silly this late into their journey, but better late than never. And he wished for her name so later he could ask after her. For some reason it struck him she might be hard to find and a name would help if he ever wanted to seek her out again.
She didn't note his hesitance, his confusion — to her, he was as grateful as anyone could be to have received such a wonderful gift, he may as well have been beaming.
I'm Witheredkit. It almost appeared as if she hadn't heard him at all, with the way her head tipped back towards the stream, hovering over until her neutral face morphed into one of slight confusion. She kept the name in mind though, miraculously. She leaned a little closer, squinted her eyes as if searching for something in the depths of the stream before pulling back suddenly, whisking away to sit closer to Witheredkit. Something had been looking back at her.
"Who is that inside of the stream?" She looked shaken, but moments let it slip and soon enough it was as thought it never happened, "oh. My name. I think ... they call me Mysteriouskit," the edge of her words carried a small, soft giggle, like she found it silly, "I don't remember why."
There was a moment where he just stared at her, suddenly it all felt like a lot. He knew that inside the stream there was no one, that it was just her reflection and the stark realization that her question was serious knocked his foundations out from under him. The place he thought he stood in the conversation gone. It was like all at once Witheredkit realized that his chances of ever speaking to her in a normal conversation might never happen.
And he might have only known her for what amounted to just a stolen moment in the grand scheme of things he had been hopeful towards a future equal friendship. But there interest would likely never line up, perhaps it made him cruel to already be thinking of her as less of a equal and more of a child that he watched over but already that's how his perception was changing. "Mysteriouskit.. I can see why your are called that."
Taking a breath he glanced back towards the stream, "what are we going to do now?"
