- Jan 8, 2023
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They had passed in their sleep, curled together, a couple days ago. Irispaw doesn't feel anything but numb, stupid. The cats that they had birthed them, that had been so loving, so supportive... They were gone, just like that. They had praised Irispaw once, for being an exceptional huntress when leaves were still green and she had been proud, happy, and now all she feels is sad when the memory resurfaces. She hadn't been good enough because they ended up perishing due to the hunger, skinny and bones. She... does not remember the last time she had caught something, consistently coming back empty-handed. She feels much akin to a failure.
But they had gone happy. With each other. Mom and dad, they truly loved one another, had never argued in front of the siblings, had vowed themselves to each other. Perhaps thats what makes her strong enough to not break down crying besides Bluepaw.
"Do you think they're watching over us? Like the other ancestors?" shaky voice finally speaks, peels herself away from her thoughts in her head, away from the star filled sky of dusk blues. Its hard to think of them as one of those tiny pinpricks but it brings a semblance of comfort as she pushes herself further in to his side. "We're... Gonna become warriors soon." how many more days? A quarter moon at most, surely. She hasn't kept track since they had found them perished in their nests. "Do you think they're still proud of us?"
// @Bluewish
But they had gone happy. With each other. Mom and dad, they truly loved one another, had never argued in front of the siblings, had vowed themselves to each other. Perhaps thats what makes her strong enough to not break down crying besides Bluepaw.
"Do you think they're watching over us? Like the other ancestors?" shaky voice finally speaks, peels herself away from her thoughts in her head, away from the star filled sky of dusk blues. Its hard to think of them as one of those tiny pinpricks but it brings a semblance of comfort as she pushes herself further in to his side. "We're... Gonna become warriors soon." how many more days? A quarter moon at most, surely. She hasn't kept track since they had found them perished in their nests. "Do you think they're still proud of us?"
// @Bluewish
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