Dried Tears and Sugar Drops // Granite&Silt

[Twilightkit]

It was hard to wrap ones mind around it. That a life could be snuffed out so quickly, so harshly, and everyone could loose their minds over it. Sparkkit had been sick from the start of their life. Always sniffling, coughing or being too weak to move some days- didn't they know their time would come so soon? Twilightkit wasn't sure, but she had come to terms with her siblings passing way before they never passed. There would've been no way they would've made it into apprenticehood. Still, she felt sorrow. Felt the pain their mother, Sandylights, went through and the anger generated by Granitekit. The pain that Bonejaw was feeling as she seemed to receed into herself by the day. The little cinnamon tabby gave a soft sigh and decided to try to help out the medicine cat. While she wasn't happy with her attempts to save Sparkkit, she still respected her as their medicine cat.

Twilightkit moved from her nest in the nursery and prodded with a paw at Siltkit and Granitekit, "Hey get up, we should go collect herbs and moss for mom," She suggested to her siblings. Sandylights seemed to be taking Sparkkits passing very hard, much harder than Bonejaw, and the little she-kit wanted to help out as much as she could. Twilightkit then moved to push on Granitekits' shoulder, "She needs us right now, we can't just sit by and let her be so sad," Her little half white face moved from her siblings and towards the entrance to the nursery.

Sandylights had slept outside the nursery. Their mothers cinnamon coat a matted nest at this point and she seemed uninterested in eating, going off of herbs that Bonejaw fed her. It was a pitiful sight and Twilightkit wasn't sure what to do about it. Other than maybe a fresh nest and help replenish Bonejaws' supply for all the herbs their mother has consumed. The little kit moved from their siblings side and over towards the entrance, not checking to see if they where coming with. She'd do this alone if she had to!

@Siltcloud. @GRANITEKIT ​

 

[GRANITEPELT]

Granitekit had never considered that his sibling could have died. Yes, they'd always been sickly and weak. When the other three kits were up on four paws and able to prance and play, Spark-kit had been content to stare at their littermates through crusty, rheumy eyes and lay against their mother's flank.

He'd never considered Spark-kit wasn't long for this world, because he'd never had to. He's never known anyone to die. His father had died long before he was birthed, just like Briarstar's kits' father had. Those cats didn't even exist to him except as a vague, fatherly concept. They certainly weren't real cats to be mourned.

But Spark-kit? Spark-kit had always been there, just like Siltkit and Twilightkit.

And now - thanks to Bonejaw - they aren't anymore. There's a space between himself and his sisters. There's a darkness in his mother's once-brilliant eyes. She does not interact with them the same way she used to, with the same pride and adoration any mother had for her strong and healthy kits.

She does nothing but sleep in a dirty nest, closed off from the rest of the Clan, and Granitekit is angry about it. He's angry about everything. He wants his mother back. He simultaneously feels as though Bonejaw has stolen her from him and as though Bonejaw could bring her back to them if she wanted to.

But she doesn't want to. Clearly.

Granitekit gives his tabby and white sister a dark look. "Herbs and moss." He looks at Sandylights, her scruffy cinnamon tabby fur unwashed or groomed, head tucked away as she sleeps and dreams of a time when all her children lived.

He doesn't want to get her herbs and moss. "It won't bring Spark-kit back. It won't fix her," he grumbles to his sister. But he gets to his feet anyway, because somewhere inside of him, there is still a little spark of hope. That things can return to normal. That their mother will come back to them as she had been.

He glances around for Siltkit. "Let's go, then. I had to pick herbs with Bonejaw... maybe we can get away from camp if we're quiet." He knows if Ravenkit or Bramblekit sees them they'll start making a fuss. Ravenkit has tried to get him in trouble before, after all... he's not falling for that mouse dung again.
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PENNED BY MARQUETTE​

 

[✧ Siltcloud.]

I DON'T CARE IF IT'S A LIE​

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Since Sparkkit's death, nothing in Siltkit's world has been right. Her mind, usually abuzz with flittering thoughts that make her head spin and her chest heave has been silent, [empty[/i]. She feels numb - she wonders perhaps, if some part of her had died that day to. She's not herself, not right, and it bothers her more than she can admit. She clings to her siblings like a lost lamb, finding solace in granitekits anger to replace her own, and in twilightkits easy acceptance; allowing herself to simply mimic them. They're upset enough for the both of them, she thinks.

Dull green gaze blinks tiredly as she's ordered to her paws, wobbling briefly and quietly spitting out the claw casing she'd been pulling from her too many toes, a bob of her head her only acknowledgement. The den feels stifling these days anyways - like the walls are slowly creeping closer, swallowing her whole. She drifts along after twilight and granite, eyelids fluttering at the burn of sunlight on her skin. She steadfastly doesn't look at their mother - is she even their mother anymore? - and instead keeps her focus on the backs of her siblings heels.

What should be an exciting adventure out of camp, exploring places they aren't meant to go and seeing new things; instead fills her with anxiety, bile bubbling in the back of her throat. "Are you.... sure... we won't get in trouble?" she voices quietly, cautiously. She doesn't want to disappoint her siblings, disappoint her mother, but she worries that this will only lead to more trouble.