- Aug 4, 2022
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I DON'T CARE IF IT'S A LIE
What bonejaw had said had been running on loop in Siltkit's mind for days now, and even with the fire and all that happened she couldn't shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, granitekit had been wrong. From her place in the damp tunnels, she could hear the echoing breaths of her clanmates, some more labored than others, as they slept on through the night, but somehow she could not join them. Her dull viridian gaze would slowly seek out the medicine cat where she'd last seen her, and she's getting to her paws before she eve realizes she'd made up her mind. Near silent paws come to a halt just before the dark furred feline, and the words are blurted out before her mind can even process them. "Did you really mean that?"
Eyes wide and she winces, shoulders hunching in as the loudness of her own voices startles her - that's not what she'd meant to say, not how she'd meant to say it. She's embarrassed, ashamed, nothing's going the way she'd planned. "When- when you said... you said you were only trying to save... save sparkkit," she says, realizing that the other molly probably hadn't a clue what she was talking about. Damp eyes stare blankly at her feet, at the mud and ash stained mittens that used to be so soft and white. Her heart is pounding and her mind racing, but she can't help herself - she needs to know if bonejaw had been lying, or if her brother had been wrong.
// super late on this whoops, originally wanted to get this up before the fire but forgot @BONEJAW