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( ☁︎ ) Swanpaw's eyes are fixed upon another apprentice, the cracked-mirror child draped in gray and white. A cat inseparable from the tom they so clearly resemble. And yet, there's another memory of the apprentice pressed against his eyelids.
"Flintpaw," he begins abruptly, after a far too long stretch of staring, as though only now recalling the name of the cat before him. He'd been Flintkit for longer than he should have. "Your face feels so familiar now..." He doesn't say it as though it's a good thing. It's not a happy memory, rotting away in separate nests while the sickness ate away at the both of them. He doesn't quite remember if they spoke; the whole thing bleeds together in his mind. He'd like to overwrite that memory of Flintpaw.
Belatedly, he elaborates. "We... we stayed in your mother's den together, in the beginning..." Except, Flintpaw wouldn't think of it as the beginning, would she? "Or, um, the beginning for me... You were better quickly. One of the lucky ones..." He trails off, but a little smile curves Swanpaw's maw, tone light. There's a tinge of bitterness to it, though; he knows, of course, about the extra dose of lungwort, but it's not Flintpaw who is to blame. He was selected by Starlingheart, just as Swanpaw was selected by StarClan -- an involuntary sort of survival. They are kindred in this, as they are in the memory of sickness itself.
"Flintpaw," he begins abruptly, after a far too long stretch of staring, as though only now recalling the name of the cat before him. He'd been Flintkit for longer than he should have. "Your face feels so familiar now..." He doesn't say it as though it's a good thing. It's not a happy memory, rotting away in separate nests while the sickness ate away at the both of them. He doesn't quite remember if they spoke; the whole thing bleeds together in his mind. He'd like to overwrite that memory of Flintpaw.
Belatedly, he elaborates. "We... we stayed in your mother's den together, in the beginning..." Except, Flintpaw wouldn't think of it as the beginning, would she? "Or, um, the beginning for me... You were better quickly. One of the lucky ones..." He trails off, but a little smile curves Swanpaw's maw, tone light. There's a tinge of bitterness to it, though; he knows, of course, about the extra dose of lungwort, but it's not Flintpaw who is to blame. He was selected by Starlingheart, just as Swanpaw was selected by StarClan -- an involuntary sort of survival. They are kindred in this, as they are in the memory of sickness itself.
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☾ ⁺ ₊ ⋆ SWANPAW. APPRENTICE OF SHADOWCLAN. HE / HIM / HIS.
7 MOONS & AGES ON THE 17TH. PENNED BY SATURNID.
HALFSHADExx SMOGMAW. LITTERMATE TO APPLEPAW GARLICPAW & ASHENPAW. OLDER SIBLING TO HALFKIT TANGLEKIT &DREAMKIT.