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If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on Jun 20, 2021 19:12:49 GMT -5
Roseshade had left her sister's kits with one of the queens to nurse, her own milk was being slow to come in even with the herbs she was taking to help it along. She hadn't been pregnant nor expecting to be raising a litter, and these things took time. To say the witch was out of sorts was a bit of an understatement. The normally proud and domineering she-cat had been subdued, rarely speaking even to defend her honor. It was as if the fight that once raged within her had simmered to small embers, extinguished by the events Lord Borealis had thrown at her. She had taken each of his tragedies with her head held high, that was until he had taken her sister.
Brindlemist had been so happy about her pregnancy and starting a family, and the moment that should have brought them all so much joy had wrought not but tragedy. Forced to watch helplessly as the life in her sister's eyes faded, then having to cut into the corpse to rescue the last of the kits. Her sister had two last requests of her before she left this world. The first was to help her mate raise the kits she had birthed. It was something she was happy to do an would have insisted upon even if she hadn't asked... Then there was the second request, something much harder for her to accepts and even more difficult to follow through. She had asked her to give Robinring a chance. To open her heart to him, to allow him to care for her now that her sister was no more. The tom that had forced her into marriage. The tom that she had spent the past few moons trying to figure out how to rid herself of him. The tom she had thought about killing each night as he slept in his separate nest in the den they shared.
Yet, she knew she had to try... For Brindlemist....
How did one go about about opening their heart to another? What was the first step? Before she knew it, she found herself out of WinterClan's camp staring out over the crevice and the river below. The river that had once frightened her so, now seemed pale in comparison to the loss of Brindlemist. Her scream echoed over the stone walls, slapping a pebble over the edge. It ricocheted from one stone to the next, falling so far that one couldn't hear the splash from this far up above. achromatic
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Post by achromatic on Jun 20, 2021 19:36:44 GMT -5
The wilderness was where Sinkingsaturn enjoyed being. WinterClan had been a source of joy and of misery for the she-cat. Some of her happiest moments had been here. Some of her worst moments had been here. She had grown up in the snow-built dens, she had spent her apprentice days chasing after her brothers in the frozen hills, she had gone on patrols with her mother, learned to fight from her father...she had watched the tom disappear into the undergrowth without a second glance. She had watched her brothers fall apart when their father left. She had watched her mother die at the bottom of a crevice.
It had been a while since she had thought of all of this. Her own past and her family were often kept hidden, locked inside of her frozen heart, the key thrown into the lake years ago when Silverspectre had left. She had grown bitter, she had forced everything out, she had compartmentalized...yet the moment the knights had announced her arranged marriage, everything came welling up again.
So there she was, meandering the same spot she had last seen her mother's body at the bottom of the crevice, her blue eyes empty, devoid of the life they once held, having a moment of silence just to think....when a scream made her jump. Gods, what in the world was that? Quickly leaping from one rock to the other, she made her way to the top of the crevice, barely giving the rocks a glance lest the emotions came out again. Her expression was unreadable once more.
"What's going on?" she demanded, "are you okay? Did something happen?"
If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on Jun 20, 2021 20:47:13 GMT -5
"I'm fine" she replied coldly after a few seconds of silence had fallen between them.
It was clear that she wasn't fine, her eyes swollen and red. Her fur disheveled and knotted instead of it's normally glossy silky appearance. Her tail was wrapped tightly around her paws, a feeble attempt at comforting herself and to regain her composure before the other she-cat could see the expression of despair on her face. It was like trying to pick up pieces of a shattered mirror and put them back together. Once her carefully crafted mask of indifference had shattered, it could not be repaired.
Roseshade didn't care if the other cat believed her lie or not, it wasn't something she was ready to speak of. She wasn't sure if she had even really had time to process the whole situation herself. Her sister gone, newborns, Robinring. It was a lot to throw at someone all at once, and that was without the added hormones of the herbs she was taking to try and induce lactation so the she could feed the kits herself.
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Post by achromatic on Jun 21, 2021 11:27:45 GMT -5
Sinkingsaturn wasn't one for comfort nor the type who believed 'friendship saves the day!' and all that, but she wasn't heartless. The winter winds surely had transformed her heart into a colder one, but even she could see that there was something wrong. This cat looked...horrible. Her eyes were red, her fur disheveled, the utter despair in her eyes...it had been the same look she had recognized in her brother's eyes when he watched Jupitermoon leave, the same look in her mother's eyes when her father had done the same, the very same look in her eyes when the last of her family had left the borders of the frozen mountain...
There was a part of her, buried deep inside, that mourned for the kit that once was, that mourned for the cat she could've been if things were just a little different. She had been kinder then, more hopeful, more optimistic, the type who truly cared for others, mothered them even...and for once, she let that part of her come to the surface for a breath.
"You don't look okay," she answered, her voice a little gruff, as if uncomfortable with the idea that she was comforting a stranger, of all things, "you wouldn't be sitting here looking like this if nothing happened."
If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on Jun 27, 2021 18:50:13 GMT -5
She had a point, but it didn't mean that she had to open up about what was bothering her. She didn't know this cat, yet it seemed as if she wasn't going to just go away without some sort of explanation. She gazed out over the swallowing river, half debating on just leaping into it's depths. Perhaps the third time was a charm, and it would take her this time... It was only the promise that she had made to Brindlemist that kept her paws anchored onto the stone. She wasn't living just for herself any longer, but the three kits back in her den. She promised to help Garsparkling raise them, to become the motherly figure that they would need.
After several minutes of chilling silence she answered "my sister is dead"
Of course there was more to it than that, but at least it was some sort of explanation that she hoped would be enough to convince her to just go.
