Dusks of Copper

I wish we hadn’t done what we did.

'''But it’s too late to do so. We regret what we did, but it’s impossible to change the past.'''

''We should’ve accepted her for who she was. We knew she was the eccentric one.''

'We don’t know where she’s gone. We don’t know if we’ll ever see her again.'

'''She just left, on that very day… Her scent faded, mingled with the scents of those cats. You know… the ones that have the ginger leader?'''

'Yes, those cats. I fear them. I would be surprised if she’d joined them – she was very independent, as far as I could remember.'

''I fear them too, Titan. If she’d joined them, I’d cower.''

'''Agreed, but we’ll never know, unless we see her again. I wonder if our parents wonder if they will see her again.'''

'At least we still have each other. We have our own lives now, as full-grown cats. But I’m sure I’ve looked over at the FlameClan border once or twice, wishing for her.'

You can’t change the past.

''I know, Sylvie, we can’t. If we’d had a second chance, we would’ve taken it differently.''

'''I suppose this sums it up. As she left, the copper dusked on us. The dusk of our chance occurred, and it is night now. Maybe one day, dawn will return.'''

That’s beautiful, Sylvie… just beautiful.

'I agree with Goldie. That is a good point you made. I’d give everything to see Copper again.'

'''Let’s bask in our memories, one more time. Then, we will hope, and maybe she will return. One day.'''

 Dusks of Copper

 Bramblefire3118

“They’re beautiful, Mercury, just beautiful.”

A dark gray tabby tom stood over a reddish-brown she-cat, who was lying weakly on the ground. Four small shapes were by the she-cat’s belly – two gray, one golden, one a dark ginger tabby.

“Three she-cats and a tom,” the dark gray tom mewed, his warm blue gaze set on Mercury. “What are we going to name them?”

In the fading light, the dark gray cat saw the tom-kit – the sleek one – pummel into his mother with tiny paws. One of the she-kits – the golden one – mewled in protest.

“Titan,” Mercury wheezed, placing her skinny tail on the back of the tom-kit. He didn’t react to the movement, just buried his face deeper into Mercury’s reddish-brown fur.

“And what about the she-kits?” The dark gray cat continued to press his mate on.

Mercury shot her mate one fierce green gaze. “You will name one of them, Caesar,” she mewed thickly. “I will name two of them. Surely you must have a chance to name one of your kits?”

Caesar gave a weary sigh. “Fine,” he grumbled, looking down. However, the direction of where he was looking changed quickly, as he turned back to looking at his kits.

This time, Mercury laid her tail on the other gray kit, who gave a mewl as her mother’s tail brushed her back. “Sylvie,” she murmured, and then she brushed it over to the golden kit. “Goldie.” Mercury spoke again, as she looked at the golden kit. Then Mercury lifted her tail, and shot a glare at Caesar. “Go on, then… name the ginger kit.”

The ginger one – the only unnamed one yet – pummelled her mother’s stomach with fierce paws. In front of them, the dusk symbolizing the end of the day was the colour of copper, shining in the sky. And in that moment, Caesar knew what he was going to name his daughter.

“Copper,” Caesar murmured, shooting a gaze at Mercury. “Her fur is the colour of copper, and so is that sunset.”

Mercury gave Caesar a satisfied look, then she turned back to her four kits. “Sylvie, Goldie, Titan, and Copper – welcome to the world.”

To Be Continued...