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content warning: throwing up. paragraph marked with *
Not even the turning of seasons ebbed the pain of the recently deceased. Not even his youngest sibling's apprentice ceremony ebbed the grief, though Firefrost desperately tried to show his happiness and offer congratulations.
He wondered if it was enough. Enough to replace the passionate cheers he would have given a moon ago. He wished he could have done it, just as he had planned. Just as he had promised. Now, it was a broken one, and that failure made everything feel so much worse.
Was it a pit with no bottom, one he was doomed to fall into for the rest of his life? With no Bloomheart to pull him out, to make him remember that he was still Firefrost, that he was still loved, that he would get through this. He still had his siblings, he still loved his family, but somehow, it didn't feel like enough to soothe the ache of his heart.
Firefrost didn't even know the depth of his own pain. How long it would last, how far it would go.
It was supposed to be another average day - throw himself into his duties, and then lay in his nest and think. But he was sloppy on patrol, exhausted, and felt somewhat dizzy. He assumed it was just overworking, that he'd just... rest a while, and all would go back to normal in a few days. Normal as it could be with the raging storm of emotion that he was trying not to let out.
Firefrost took in a deep breath. He should eat something, if only to try and keep his energy up. A good choice, so he thought.
* His body did not think so, because as soon as the thought of sinking his teeth into a fish crossed his mind, he gagged. He gagged, and tears pricked in his eyes, and suddenly he was getting sick. He heaved once he was done, head spinning as he forced himself to look up at the crowd of cats around him. Whether they were concerned or not, he felt overly seen and just wanted to disappear.
"I-" he cut himself off with a gasp, voice quiet. "I- Is... this can't be...?"
Blue eyes glanced over the crowd for the medicine cats, or even someone that had carried kits of their own for an answer. Was he actually coming down with something, or was he perhaps... carrying on Bloomheart's legacy?
He wondered if it was enough. Enough to replace the passionate cheers he would have given a moon ago. He wished he could have done it, just as he had planned. Just as he had promised. Now, it was a broken one, and that failure made everything feel so much worse.
Was it a pit with no bottom, one he was doomed to fall into for the rest of his life? With no Bloomheart to pull him out, to make him remember that he was still Firefrost, that he was still loved, that he would get through this. He still had his siblings, he still loved his family, but somehow, it didn't feel like enough to soothe the ache of his heart.
Firefrost didn't even know the depth of his own pain. How long it would last, how far it would go.
It was supposed to be another average day - throw himself into his duties, and then lay in his nest and think. But he was sloppy on patrol, exhausted, and felt somewhat dizzy. He assumed it was just overworking, that he'd just... rest a while, and all would go back to normal in a few days. Normal as it could be with the raging storm of emotion that he was trying not to let out.
Firefrost took in a deep breath. He should eat something, if only to try and keep his energy up. A good choice, so he thought.
* His body did not think so, because as soon as the thought of sinking his teeth into a fish crossed his mind, he gagged. He gagged, and tears pricked in his eyes, and suddenly he was getting sick. He heaved once he was done, head spinning as he forced himself to look up at the crowd of cats around him. Whether they were concerned or not, he felt overly seen and just wanted to disappear.
"I-" he cut himself off with a gasp, voice quiet. "I- Is... this can't be...?"
Blue eyes glanced over the crowd for the medicine cats, or even someone that had carried kits of their own for an answer. Was he actually coming down with something, or was he perhaps... carrying on Bloomheart's legacy?
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He/Him | 18 Moons | Warrior of RiverClan | Ages on the 1st
Long haired tortoiseshell tom with high white and icy blue eyes
Son ofSoftwhisperxClawscratch| Littermate to TBD
Former mate toBloomheart| Mentoring no one | Mentored by Marigoldglow
Penned by AnemoVictorious | Biography