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Maybe he was just . . . overreacting, to everything that had happened in the past little while. Maybe he was being too dramatic. It was over now, why wasn’t he better? Shadedsun used to be glorious. Or, well, better than the miserable lump he was now. He was once Shadedstar, leader of SpringClan, once a confident and cheerful apprentice, a proud deputy. Now what was he? A coward? He had run from his home, not having the ability to handle being in the same territory as the graves of his two of his kits. Not by blood, of course.
And now what was he doing? Could he stand being in SummerClan where his lover—even if it was reciprocated—was also buried? Doestar was suppose to have more lives, no just one. It wasn’t fair! And now he only had his remaining kits. Maybe he should just take them and leave, run far away from the Clans, away from it all.
Staring down at the wiggling black blobs that we’re suppose to be his paws, Shadedsun let out a huge, long sigh. He had barely moved in the past few days from where he lay in the corner of the clearing. Maybe he should claim Doestar’s old den. It was vacant now, as Basilstar had taken the other leader’s den. If only he could see it! Why was it so unfair? Why was everything so unfair? Honestly, he’d be glad to just wither away. But if he did, who would be there for his kits?
The feline was an observation type. Her kind nature had taken over after no cat seemed too ready to check on him. The orange feline made her way over, her eyes seemingly rather concerned. “Hey, Shadedsun.” She’d never interacted much with the tom in his arrival or even after. Gardeniacrown was born to SummerClan and had spent her whole life in this place as her home, but despite that, she had yet to get to know the cat.
Lifting his head after a moment, which seemed to take all his energy, Shadedsun stared up at the dancing colours that was another feline. No, of course I’m not okay! Obviously! Was what he wanted to say, but what use would lashing out get him anymore? He had lashed out at Doestar and that only got him useless fights. “Wha—no, no, I’m fine. Don’t—don’t worry.” He tried giving a warm smile, but it turned more into a grimace instead. He didn’t know this she-cat. Didn’t really recognize her scent. “Don’t you worry.” He sighed, laying his head down again. Great, now he was attracting attention! He didn’t want to burden this she-cat with his problems—it would be unfair. Though, maybe he needed to let at least some things out.
“I think it’s a little late for that. You’re a sight for sore eyes, we all can see you moping about. We know you’re not okay, but ‘pose I’m one of the first to have the guts to come over here.” Her voice was soft, and eyes genuine. “Want to share a rabbit?” It was a small offer, but it was also the kind way of trying to get him to eat to make sure he was keeping up strength. She was a bit of a motherly cat.
Welp. She was right. “Yeah . . . They’ve all just kinda left me alone.” He let out a breathless, sardonic laugh. Nothing was really funny, though. Shadedsun thought for a moment. He had barely eaten since Doestar died, and the pull of hunger in his stomach was driving him crazy. But would it be like last time? The scent of blood filling his nose, smelling just like Foxkit. “Sh-sure.” He murmured, not bothering to move from his spot.
“Okay!” With that she turned tail and headed towards the freshkill pile. Earlier she had eyes the rabbit, but knew that it was too much for her to finish on her own anyways. She snagged it up, feeling the tickle of its fur against her nose and she seemed to halfway drag it over. She dropped it in front of Shadedsun and flopped down, licking her lips.
Rabbit. Oh gee. Shadedsun sniffed the prey cautiously, taking in the scent of it, the scent of stale death and distant fear. He used to love the smell of prey. He was such a foodie. Where did that go? “I—“ he paused. He couldn’t just not eat! If he starved to death, who would be there for his kits? So, reluctantly, he took a small bite. Nearly spitting it out as the taste of blood filled his mouth, he continued. It wasn’t right. It was gross. But why?
“Uhm, thanks...” Shadedsun said quietly, tucking himself away from the carcass. He had only taken a few bites so far, but it already felt like he would throw up.
She gazed at the tom, having watched him carefully. She shook her head. “You know, you can’t live without eating. Cats can die of starvation. That’s a thing.” She mewed, her voice still light despite the fact she was speaking of death. “You gotta eat.” Her voice came out a little softer this time around, clearly worried.
