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out of the icy pan into the flame - Catalyst - Sep 24 2020
Catalyst trotted into the tunnel. She hummed to herself. She felt the need to tell Mother she'd be back. That she would return. But Mother knew. Mother would be disappointed if Catalyst didn't return. If Catalyst did not complete her task. She was to find heat. Warmth. The steam soaked into her skin warming her, after the prickling pain had passed. And she was grateful. Glad to be out of that hellish place. She hadn't seen what caused the steam. But she'd find it soon.
Catalyst felt a sudden surge of heat as she trotted deeper. A dry, undeniable heat. It reminded her of Glory's forge. Had she found it? She trotted closer to the source. A red streak cut through the white tunnel. Steam billowed from it. Yes! This was heat! She was faced, now, with the puzzle of bringing it back. She could not carry the lava back. She thought. Fire. Yes. She could use something to bring it back, as fire. Another of mother's children might posses the knowledge.
RE: out of the icy pan into the flame - Catalyst - Sep 24 2020
Catalyst turned her nose to the ground, sniffing and searching for sticks. Something dry. Her claws clattered on the ground as she walked, loud, obvious. This bothered her somehow. She wasn't sure why. She didn't care much about noise before. Her eyes caught a scraggly bush, growing a safe distance from any tracts of lava. Catalyst trotted closer, nosing the bush. She wasn't sure how easy it'd come out, or how well it'd catch, but she could try.
RE: out of the icy pan into the flame - Catalyst - Sep 24 2020
Catalyst secured her teeth around the thickest part of the bush. Near the base. Her claws hugged the branches close to her. She adjusted her feet, made sure she was secure in her place. Happy with her positioning, Catalyst gave quick, fierce tug.
The bush was strong. Secure in its placement. Catalyst grunted as she pulled at it. Her feet slipped multiple times. She felt the tension loosening. The sound of falling ice and dirt. And then the bush was free. She turned, trotting back towards the lava. Mother would be pleased. Did Mother know what she did for her? Catalyst's depths of dedication?
RE: out of the icy pan into the flame - Catalyst - Sep 25 2020
She adjusted the bush, shifting it in her jaws with a couple well timed snaps. The thing still had leaves attached. Not dry, no, but bright green. A brief, purring hum left her jaws as she thought. Would it catch? Or would it smoke? She'd have to hope it would. She tiptoed sideways, closer to the wall of the tunnel. Lowering the bush gently, slowly, taking care to not get too close. A branch caught, faster than she'd thought.
She resisted the urge to flinch, but a small, suprised chirp left her. She leaned forward. Slowly, more and more of the bush caught. Leaves curling as flame consumed them. Mesmerizing, in a way.Before it could fully catch, she leaned away. Right, now to get this to the caverns before the rest of the bush lit. She had her worries about finding tinder. The entire cave was full of snow. Cold, wet, the entire antithesis of fire. But, she supposed, that was why she did her tasks for Mother. She'd just have to hope she worked faster than the flame died.
Catalyst tucked her hands in close, grasping the hair coat, and prepared herself mentally. Back to Ursa. Back to the cold. With no other words, Catalyst trotted back. Silent. Swift.
;Exit catalyst