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Sour coats her tongue. She knows well enough that it's not what she once thought it was - anxiety induced, Moonbeam had suggested. Grief, maybe, or maybe being overwhelmed by everything that had happened at once. Splashdance should've taken solace in the fact that she was growing thin with hunger, and not round with kittens, but instead she struggles beyond that. For it is a hard won realization that she does want kits, one day. When everything is perfect and right, she would love to be a mother and care for a litter just as her mothers did her. But...
Not with Midnightash. That much is clear.
She spoke to Robinheart and the young molly had shed light onto what Splashdance wanted to keep shrouded. Worries were spoken where they once lain spiky beneath her pelt - and she cannot unhear them. She looks at Midnightash as they walk, the moon making her lover downright beautiful... and she knows that this isn't something she can maintain anymore. Even if she must be alone, for her other bridge is burnt by the mottled she-cat's fiery command, she cannot remain in this shadow cast upon her.
Splashdance opens her maw, and fear swarms her throat instead. Her tongue remains limp and useless and she closes her jaw with a click of her teeth, eyebrows furrowing as she looks ahead. She swallows, suddenly not wanting this conversation, suddenly not wanting to confront and separate - to return home and tug apart their nest, to return that mating stone... Her heart hurts. Everything hurts. She's going to vomit -
"Midnightash -" she starts. Her tongue moves quicker than her mind and she's sharp with her inflection, halting in her stride immediately. She looks on to the russet-and-coal lead warrior, her lover, her friend... but someone who could not even use her for her own betterment. They were instruments in one another's dismantling, not recreation. Splashdance blinks away the tears in her eyes. "I can't do this anymore."
@MIDNIGHTASH
Not with Midnightash. That much is clear.
She spoke to Robinheart and the young molly had shed light onto what Splashdance wanted to keep shrouded. Worries were spoken where they once lain spiky beneath her pelt - and she cannot unhear them. She looks at Midnightash as they walk, the moon making her lover downright beautiful... and she knows that this isn't something she can maintain anymore. Even if she must be alone, for her other bridge is burnt by the mottled she-cat's fiery command, she cannot remain in this shadow cast upon her.
Splashdance opens her maw, and fear swarms her throat instead. Her tongue remains limp and useless and she closes her jaw with a click of her teeth, eyebrows furrowing as she looks ahead. She swallows, suddenly not wanting this conversation, suddenly not wanting to confront and separate - to return home and tug apart their nest, to return that mating stone... Her heart hurts. Everything hurts. She's going to vomit -
"Midnightash -" she starts. Her tongue moves quicker than her mind and she's sharp with her inflection, halting in her stride immediately. She looks on to the russet-and-coal lead warrior, her lover, her friend... but someone who could not even use her for her own betterment. They were instruments in one another's dismantling, not recreation. Splashdance blinks away the tears in her eyes. "I can't do this anymore."
@MIDNIGHTASH