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Post by racer on Jun 27, 2021 19:23:01 GMT -5
Lovesmitten stared down at what he had created for his daughter, the gift he had made for her birthday that had been rejected and abandoned... It was a small clay leaf, that he had spent many hours paint with the brilliant colors of fall. Oranges, reds, and yellows.... The delicate veins of the leaf outlined in great detail. Covered in a clear coat to keep the paint from ever fading or chipping away. He had started on it after she had changed her name from Fallfling. Despite all the trouble she and Fairytalehunt had caused, he had been proud of them for standing up for what they believed in. For being strong enough to stand up against something that they disagreed with, and to fight for it. Fallingleaves had gotten to choose her name, and he had made this to show that he would support her decision. That no matter what choices she made, he would still be proud of the cat she had become.
That day of the birthday party had cut him deeper than anyone could have guessed. Autumngossamer had tried to be supportive, but she didn't understand. Not really. He had thought in coming here that he would be able to form some sort of relationship with their lost children, even if they never saw him as their father. That was ok... He could still love them from afar, be there for them when they needed him the most. But with Fallingleaves it was different. She wanted NOTHING to do with him, even though he could see how much pain she was in. Fia was dead, and now so was Goldenphantom... On top of that she now had a litter of newborns with no father in the picture. He just wanted to be there for her, to be able to support her in her time of need. Having to stand back and not interfere was one of the hardest things he had ever had to do, when every instinct screamed for him to go to her side. A single tear slid down his cheek, as he wrapped the leaf up once more and slid it into one of the crevices... Faith