- Jul 14, 2022
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( ♬ ) soft moonlight illuminates the water ahead as the sun finishes its slow decline into sleep. the meadows and marshes of the territory are quiet, birds returning to their nests and frogs not yet croaking, but as the dark shape approaches the river, they take comfort in the rushing sound of liquid over stone. the river is one constant that will never leave. right now, it's the only stability they think they have. slender paws slot easily into the trails they've known for moons as they follow the familiar route towards their new namesake, and the feline can feel the quiet breeze of night air flitting through their fur. it's a perfectly clear evening- everything should be wonderful. it should be... but it's not. anxiety chews at their insides, the lump in their chest growing bigger with each pawstep they take towards their destination. there is only a small feeling of relief that this day is over, but it is overpowered by the far more pressing emotion. they are confused.
this place is their home and will always be. it has never occurred to them, throughout all the moons they've lived here, that they'll ever have to sacrifice it. thoughts drift back to icy eyes and a rumbling growl, a paw, claws unsheathed, pounding on wood as orders are barked out. their chest tightens, sturdy pawsteps wobbling for a moment as they finally reach the tree. it stands, isolated amongst lower bushes and reeds, on the bank, and they almost sob at the overwhelming scent of home. the comfort that the sight brings them only adds to the anxiety that is now clawing its way up their throat, threatening to split their jaws and tumble out. they inch closer, finally opening their mouth to speak. "buck?" the name comes out in a whimper, and they bite their tongue, claws flexing in the soft dirt. "bucky? are you here?" willowroot cranes their neck, scanning the tangled place they know at least one nest remains. stars, they pray the woman will not turn and attack on sight. with tears sparking in verdant green eyes, the now-warrior waits, breath short, as if any sudden movement or sound will send the tree crumbling to the ground, and with it, any chance of reconciliation.
@BUCKGAIT.
this place is their home and will always be. it has never occurred to them, throughout all the moons they've lived here, that they'll ever have to sacrifice it. thoughts drift back to icy eyes and a rumbling growl, a paw, claws unsheathed, pounding on wood as orders are barked out. their chest tightens, sturdy pawsteps wobbling for a moment as they finally reach the tree. it stands, isolated amongst lower bushes and reeds, on the bank, and they almost sob at the overwhelming scent of home. the comfort that the sight brings them only adds to the anxiety that is now clawing its way up their throat, threatening to split their jaws and tumble out. they inch closer, finally opening their mouth to speak. "buck?" the name comes out in a whimper, and they bite their tongue, claws flexing in the soft dirt. "bucky? are you here?" willowroot cranes their neck, scanning the tangled place they know at least one nest remains. stars, they pray the woman will not turn and attack on sight. with tears sparking in verdant green eyes, the now-warrior waits, breath short, as if any sudden movement or sound will send the tree crumbling to the ground, and with it, any chance of reconciliation.
@BUCKGAIT.
( THE LIGHT YOU GAVE ME )