im sorry youre not right | robin

[MIDNIGHTASH]

જ➶ It's not much and she knows it isn't. But at least it is something. Meager stringy flesh is better than a stomach gnawing in hunger, yet the uncomfortable feeling still lingers as she steps slowly towards the medicine den. It takes a moment as she pauses, sniffing to make sure that there are no unwelcomed guests before she finally enters with the shrew locked in her jaws. Her heated eyes focus on nothing but the dimness of the den before she finally sees the medicine cat apprentice. Someone older than herself, wiser. A breath leaves her then as she carefully places the shrew down, nudging it toward Robinheart. Her words are laden with tension as she looks at the other. "You need to keep your strength up, right? It's not much but I hope it helps." A quiet settles for a moment then, unease sitting in her chest. For a moment she thinks to just leave, keep her wild thoughts to herself yet she is worried. Very much unlike her. "I, tch, can we talk for a moment? I won't be long, I promise." At least she will try not to be as she settles down and looks awag from the other. Thoughts spiraling and shifting as she tries to understand just what the hell she is feeling.

"Is it wrong to...want to keep someone for yourself?" Is it greedy, punishing, too harsh? "Do...are we supposed to fight this much? Why don't they understand and just..." Just do as she says. It'll make things easier and she doesn't have to worry about anything. No paws out of place, nothing creeping behind her back. But she doesn't understand why Splash was angry at her, is angry at her. A rough sigh leaves her and she shakes her head. If they are supposed to love each other then why is it not as easy as breathing.

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[robinheart]

She is starting to grow accustomed to the monotonous tasks of a medicine cat apprentice. The changing out of moss nests and switching over swatches of cobweb over injured flesh. The occasional organization of herbs (Moonbeam prefers to do so herself, so Robinheart rarely does). Currently the tortoiseshell molly rolls a ball of used moss towards the medicine den entrance when the light is blocked by an approaching figure. Glancing up, citrine eyes focus on Midnightash and Robinheart offers the molly a polite smile, brightening slightly as a shrew is presented to her. "Oh, thank you," Robinheart trills as she looks over the prey. It is not much but to her it means a lot to be kindly regarded by her son's mentor.

'I, tch, can we talk for a moment? I won't be long, I promise.'

Cobweb shrouded ears perk at the inquiry and Robinheart dips her head in approval. "We can talk for as long as you want," she assures the warrior, swishing her tail towards a spot closer to the wall of the medicine den so they'd be out of the way. Her mind is abuzz with all that Midnightash may have on her own mind (is something wrong with Redpaw? Is something wrong with Midnightash? Did Robinheart do something wrong?) but luckily she needn't wait long before the tortoiseshell begins to speak.

Oh.

Being approached with relationship advice stirs something unnameable in Robinheart's belly. It has been moons since she has loved another – physically speaking. Her love for Brookstorm still burns bright within her chest. But does she see comparisons between Midnightash and Splashdance and herself and Brookstorm? Her brows furrow slightly as she searches for the right answer. "I could not endorse that it is wrong to want to keep someone for yourself, as moons ago I had wanted much the same. But resisting that urge and letting them choose their own path is the right thing to do," she answers slowly. She recalls the space Brookstorm had taken after her pregnancy reveal. The fear. The confusion. Robinheart didn't fight it, though she wonders whether they would have reconnected sooner or perhaps not at all if she had? "Love is a lot of work, but you should not have to fight for it. Hearts are not war zones."​

[ penned by kerms ]​