- Jan 31, 2024
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The recent days have been... a lot, to say the least. Three deaths in such a short time, three murders. Lovelight has felt a sickening weight settle in his stomach, a constant, gnawing unease that hasn't budged since the moment he learned of his clanmates' deaths. Every breath feels heavy, every movement sluggish under the burden of grief and fear. He's sitting in the camp, staring down at a piece of prey that lies untouched before him. His appetite is nonexistent, and though he's making an effort to eat, barely a bite has been taken. The food feels tasteless, like ash in his mouth, and he can't force himself to swallow more than a few small pieces.
Out of the corner of his eye, he spots Wrathpaw, his younger brother, and a surge of protective instinct overtakes him. Without hesitation, Lovelight grabs his prey and hurries over, his movements quick and purposeful, as if being closer to Wrathpaw will somehow keep the shadows at bay. Settling beside his brother, he drops the prey to the ground, abandoning any pretense of eating. His focus is solely on Wrathpaw now. Leaning over, he presses his nose against the top of Wrathpaw's head, nuzzling him gently. It's a gesture meant to comfort, but it's also for himself—a desperate need to reassure his heart that his brother is safe, here in front of him.
"Wrathpaw," he murmurs, his voice tinged with worry, the word laced with unspoken fears. "How are you? Are you doing okay?" His tone is soft but slightly strained, the concern in his voice evident. Lovelight knows he's hovering, perhaps even being a bit overbearing, but he can't help it. The deaths have shaken him deeply, and the thought of anything happening to Wrathpaw or any of his siblings terrifies him. The fact that the murders have only claimed kittypets so far does little to soothe his anxiety. What if the killers' goals change? What if they begin targeting anyone sympathetic to kittypet blood? Lovelight knows that his soft heart and dislike of violence could make him a target, but his thoughts aren't on himself. They're on Wrathpaw, and the possibility that his little brother could be in danger.
"You haven't been going out of camp alone, right?" he asks, his voice tightening with concern. "It's not safe right now, not with those cats out there murdering our own. I... I don't want to see anything happen to you." His tail, usually so calm and gentle, now twines anxiously around Wrathpaw's smaller frame, as if by holding him close, he can somehow keep him safe from the dangers that lurk beyond the camp's borders.
@WRATHPAW
Out of the corner of his eye, he spots Wrathpaw, his younger brother, and a surge of protective instinct overtakes him. Without hesitation, Lovelight grabs his prey and hurries over, his movements quick and purposeful, as if being closer to Wrathpaw will somehow keep the shadows at bay. Settling beside his brother, he drops the prey to the ground, abandoning any pretense of eating. His focus is solely on Wrathpaw now. Leaning over, he presses his nose against the top of Wrathpaw's head, nuzzling him gently. It's a gesture meant to comfort, but it's also for himself—a desperate need to reassure his heart that his brother is safe, here in front of him.
"Wrathpaw," he murmurs, his voice tinged with worry, the word laced with unspoken fears. "How are you? Are you doing okay?" His tone is soft but slightly strained, the concern in his voice evident. Lovelight knows he's hovering, perhaps even being a bit overbearing, but he can't help it. The deaths have shaken him deeply, and the thought of anything happening to Wrathpaw or any of his siblings terrifies him. The fact that the murders have only claimed kittypets so far does little to soothe his anxiety. What if the killers' goals change? What if they begin targeting anyone sympathetic to kittypet blood? Lovelight knows that his soft heart and dislike of violence could make him a target, but his thoughts aren't on himself. They're on Wrathpaw, and the possibility that his little brother could be in danger.
"You haven't been going out of camp alone, right?" he asks, his voice tightening with concern. "It's not safe right now, not with those cats out there murdering our own. I... I don't want to see anything happen to you." His tail, usually so calm and gentle, now twines anxiously around Wrathpaw's smaller frame, as if by holding him close, he can somehow keep him safe from the dangers that lurk beyond the camp's borders.
@WRATHPAW