- Feb 14, 2023
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HE SAID, "WELL MY NAME'S JOHNNY, AND IT MIGHT BE A SIN
BUT I'LL TAKE YOUR BET, AND YOU'RE GONNA REGRET, CUZ IM THE BEST THERE'S EVER BEEN."
Johnny wasn't entirely sure what he was doing or what his plan was. His experience with things like grief, loss, and love were extremely limited, and he knew that nothing he'd experienced would compare to whatever Bobbie was feeling in the wake of her mates death. He couldn't imagine that anything good came from losing your other half though. Often enough he'd thought about what it would be like to meet a tom that understood him and loved him so fiercely, and if the fleeting joy he'd felt - a farce in the face of the real thing- had been even a glimpse into what Bobie and Blazestar had once had, then he couldn't imagine she was anything short of devastated.
And while the stocky little bobtail tom knew there was nothing he could give her or do for her that would ease her suffering, he did consider the shecat a friend. Bobbie was one of the sweetest, caring, most protective cats he'd ever had the pleasure of meeting and the thought of leaving her alone with her thoughts in the medicine cats den had left Johnny feeling antsy all day. What kind of friend was he, to not be there for her now? What kind of friend to Blazestar?
So the sunny-eyed lead had snatched a bird off the kill pile and promptly made his way over to Dawnglares den. The medicine cat still gave him the heebie jeebies if he was honest, but their most recent talk had left him less apprehensive toward the other. Luckily they didn't seem to be in as he poked his head inside to look around, easily spotting the familiar fur of the shecat curled up in a nest among others.
Johnny had gotten off light during the skirmish. He had a light limp due to a particularly nasty bite to the shoulder but it wasn't enough to keep him out of comission. Herbs and bandages had been plastered over it and he'd been sent on his way to clear up room for the more serious injuries, his other scrapes and bruises nothing that he nor the medics were willing to waste herbs on.
"Medicine cat Johnnyflame, reporting for duty." he called as he came to a stop beside her nest and placed the bird down, voice soft to keep from waking anyone else. Though his lips were tipped up into a gentle smile, it was tight-lipped and bittersweet, and he didn't bother to hide it- they both knew how shitty everything was right now. "Come on, lass, time to eat. Gotta keep your strength up." he said as he leaned over the nest to try and lick down a few unruly scraps of fur that were stuck up from the tuft on her head.
@bobbie
