private Know that I'm with you the only way that I can be || Florabreeze

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She cannot comfort the molly with the same maw that means to close around Kite's neck. It is a simple truth the loyal-less molly found the day that Flora lost her family. Was Sorrelsong a part of this family? How could she be?

She had looked Kitestorm in the eyes and encouraged them to... oh stars to go after Florabreeze. She had teased Florabreeze about her crush - she had-! She had told her Kite was to be trusted. She had left her sister defenseless, in more ways then one. Sorrelsong had been a pacifist when they meet. I never taught her how to raise a paw to defend herself. Those scars marring the mollies rib cage were because of her ineptitude. She has been callous and cruel then, to assume that life in the forest was kind and fair and no one would hurt Florabreeze. How could they? She once thought, how could they harm something so bright and warm and wonderful?

She had broken her promise to Blazestar. Sided with a revolutionary group - sought them out - in the name of justice. Was that the same thing Kite had killed for? The very motivation that drew those star-scared claws through her clan-mates? Was it the same that kept her warm at night? That squeezed her heart? That powered her blood? She had spoken against Orangestar so brashly. Her tongue venom and her voice fangs. She had heard things. Repeated them in a voice that no longer soley belonged to her. She was dying. Sorrelsong, who she was what she stood for, was dying. Soon, she would be replaced by something. Would that someone still be loved by Florabreeze? Was it too late to stop it? Was she too far gone? No one would know of her deceits. Her only ties to far off moors were gone, exiled with the traitor. But if they came claiming she had betrayed them... If she lied, would anyone believe her? Would she still believe that she was a good person? Could Florabreeze look at her, really look, and say 'yes, this is my sister, trust her'? Could she - would she - bring Florabreeze down with her?

Stars blazed above when Sorrelsong arrived at the maine coon's nest. Her shadow a dark bruise on the branches, leaves, grass as she approached on silent paws. The simple truth was, Kite and her were two sides of the same coin. It was only a matter of time before that coin was flipped - before Florabreeze was hurt again. Better to distance myself now. Spare her...

A squirrel in maw, the molly carefully positioned the prey somewhere only Florabreeze would see it. Our first time hunting. We caught squirrels. Rain began to fall overhead, threatening to drench the prey. You made it so fun. So many questions. So many games. So many times stargazing.

I'd hurt you then, just to keep you safe now.


Hurrying now, she untangles flowers from her pelt. A red one. ,a fern and a pink one. A language of her old life, a language she wasn't sure Florabreeze knew. A language some part of her wanted to teach her sister. One last thing between them. One last way to tie their star-studded pelts together, though Sorrelsong did not think they'd ever get the chance.

She arranged the flowers around the squirrel, a simple nest, something nice. Hopefully purposeful enough for Florabreeze to notice them, even when the rain drops shifted their positions. Wild and energetic, just like you. They were collected from nearby two-legs nests. Before, she couldn't even bare to look at the horrid nests. Now she wandered between them, not carefree but confident. I feel safe here now, because of you. Their walks had helped Sorrelsong accept everything that had happened. Her parents. The lights. The eyes. The twolegs. She never though she'd come back. She never though she'd love again, either.

Florabreeze would be okay. She was stronger then Sorrelsong, after all. Kinder, brighter, smarter. She would do well without the shadow of the brown molly over her head. Doeblaze, Spicepurr... they will help catch her, should her footing falter.

But Sorrelsong's wouldn't. She was half way down the path now, the ground to slippery to turn back in any real measure. If she did, it would be a lie. She had burned to many bridges. Left to many vulnerable. It was simply time to accept the consequences of justice.

There is little of her left, little the stars would offer to watch over and less still that Florabreeze would take pride in knowing. Sorrelsong would leave her with that. Chistle off that part of her and lay it in Florabreeze's paws. Remember me like how I was. She turns, rain worsening now. It soaks her cheeks to the bone, her eyes strain to open. Each paw step towards the forest is a struggle. She lugs herself, her actions, her memories with her. Gossip and warmth and joy between sisters. Smiles and laughter and shy secrets between mentor and apprentice. Friendly glances across the camp on that warm day. A promise whispered in front of the clan. I'll make sure nothing happens to you.

Paws hesitate, fence-post wood digging into raw paw pads. The nest looked so warm. Was Florabreeze happy? Perhaps not now, and perhaps not in Sorrelsong's arms, but someday she would be okay again. She always was, as sure as the sun was warm.

The sky above is clear and bright. The stars gaze down, ambivalent as always. It's in the chilly night air that Sorrelsong can't help but pause. The world is alight with movement, leaves, branches, grass. The fence post wavers underpaw as the air washes over her. The world is quite. The night, perfect.

A whisper of something behind her. And it's selfish. So so selfish. She should spare her the pain, give her the anger of ignorance and invisibility. But she just has too.

With her back to the moon, the cat looks into the garden praying to the stars that they will do her one last favor. Don't let her miss me.


 
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It's a miserable affair, to be locked up both in her Twolegs den and within her own self isolation. Things are slightly better, she is starting to look past the medicine soaked food. Smelling sterile but the taste is there now, she actually speaks to Ditto more than a couple of words. There is more than just a hello, small conversations are held. She holds a little more personality whenever her Twolegs handle her, no longer just laying there. She has good days, though most are bad, still fluctuating between missing Kite dearly and wanting to tear their throat herself. What she would do to them when she no longer has to worry about being forced to kill her future kits. Flora tries to not think about them, it's hard enough thinking about the distance with Magnolia but she cannot bare to think about the distance from more of them. Would they never knowing about her be better? If they live that is, despite all her anger she hopes Kite is kind enough for that to happen. If any of the cat that she loved is in there still then she's hopeful that's the case. Too much loss has happened, she would rather not lose anymore but is that too big of an ask?

Movement outside her nest catches her attention. Flora's head shoots up from the couch she laments on to climb up to the window. Her wounds don't scream in pain as much anymore, a hopeful sign for her that she can return to duty if the clan still wants her there. She assumes it to be a dog, maybe some rogue, to see Sorrelsong out there both confuses and delights her. The point is crafting something, an arrangement of flowers she holds very vague meaning to, not fully understanding the language. Is that a squirrel as well? There is an assumption that her sister will say hi, when she doesn't move any closer to the window draws concern.

Flora ventures outside her den for the first time since she was escorted back to it. The air is crisp but it's getting lighter out here, maybe she's just noticing the cold since she's been kept inside controlled warmth for so long? "Sorrelsong, hey" she calls out, still a slight rasp in her tone from the lack of use. There is less of a strain on her vocal chords though, not yelling against glass can do that. Paws trek against the frosted ground, approaching her sister curiously. Gaze lingering on the arraingement she made, it feels less like a gift and more like a message but she refuses to accept what that could be.

"You came here on your own? That's really great, I'm proud of you" it most likely isn't the first, but she isn't sure if the point has heard pride in a while. Given the downward spiral the maine coon has been uncomfortably watching, she hopes that it's ended. That Sorrelsong can find an outlet to grieve that won't jeopardize her place within the clan. Flora can't take another loss. "Where are you going? I'm not infectious or anything" there is a flimsy attempt of a joke, an awkward laugh given in hopes that Sorrelsong will laugh along side her like she used to.

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    FLORABREEZE 𖧧 She/her || Daylight Lead Warrior of SkyClan || 39 moons
    A large black tabby maine coon with low white and bright green eyes, always wearing her mushroom print collar if she can
    Mentored by Sorrelsong /Mentoring Daffodilpaw
    "Speech", thoughts, attacking
    Penned by Juice ⏐ouijeejuice on discord {open to being dmed for plots}
 



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For a moment - oh for a moment - everything is right with the world. In Flora's joke there is a new world. One where Duskpool and Sorrelsong were still siblings. One where Kite hadn't been a murderer, one where they were all happy. A family. Where Sorrel and Dusk where proud kin to the kits Flora and Kite would have. Warm summer days spent playing moss ball and teasing each other and making inside jokes. Maybe she could mentor one of the kits - teach them the games Flora and her made. Pick flowers and bath in the sun and laugh. Cheer for a name as wonderful as they would be - because they would be wonderful. They had to be. They were related to Flora.
And she would watch her grow old with her love. Flora's heart intact and whole and protected. Everyone would be satisfied under the warm summer sun. And Sorrelsong would tell this silly story to the kits of Flora and Orangestar and Figfeather. She'd tell them of what could've beens and what horrible things Sorrelsong would do to have justice. And they would understand. And they would still love her for all her mistakes. And she would love them.

But she was here. And that life could not exist.

A shadow of a smile. That was all Florabreeze's joke got - if she could even make it out from far away. I'm sorry. The fence shifts under paw. Splinters find home in her flesh. She does not wince. I have made mistakes you cannot understand. And I have to do something I cannot justify. Not to you. Not now, not ever. But know I do it for you. I do this all for you.
So please.
Please, I am begging you. Hate me. Hate me with your whole heart.


And then she turns. And the moon swallows her whole.

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A chocolate point tabby molly with icy blue eyes and a slightly uneven pelt. She has small scars on her back, her shoulders and a slightly crocked tail.
71 moons old; ages the 1st of every month
aro/ace. ; currently not looking
child of NPC and ANWIR :: sibling to Duskpool, Shadowfire and Smokefang
Mentoring Mercurypaw and Plumpaw && Mentored Flora
loyal to Flora
hates Orangestar and Duskpool
"speech", thoughts, attacking
peaceful powerplay allowed