oneshot Long overdue ❄ one-shot

[Snowlark.]

[ ༻❄༺ ] Was only a few days after his chat with Haretooth, and here he found himself once more at the grave, finally forcing himself to have some courage to visit their graves, and yellow eyes stare down upon them, his parent's stones neatly sat next to each other and Snowpaw took a soft breath of air in. The night was foggy, and the sound of frogsong was in the distance, he made sure that there was no other visiting the place this night, even if the words he wished to say would escape him once more, he had to find courage to at least visit them. Gently he placed the small rock he found not long ago between both of their stones with an awkward shift from his paws, movements stiff while a soft breeze rustled his fur, gaze still staring down at the two stones calmly taking a deep breath in once more.

"Uh...this, was long overdue... Even if I hardly knew you both- you're still my parents, and I your... son." the words flowed out awkwardly. Son, when he had been born to them they had know him as their daughter, did they look on him now? Knowing that he was their own son? Perhaps, the clan always spoke how Starclan watched them, so it shouldn't come to a surprise to him if they did know, it was just... a shame they couldn't be here physically to watch him, from his first catch to now, how much he had grown, the friends he's made. Were they proud of him? Snowpaw's stubby tail twitched slight as he once more stood there in silence over their graves trying to find the right words to say.

Once more he shifted himself while staring, "A lot has happened, Scorchedmoon trained me for a bit... and then Mirepurr is now my mentor, alongside Opossompaw. Many died too, and I'm sure you're aware of that since of course they're with you. I'll be a warrior soon, which is a strange thought, felt like just yesterday I became an apprentice... erm... I hope I'm making you proud too" he said softly, each words awkward, this felt silly. It felt strange to talk to them when they can't even talk back but even so, it had been something thats been on his chest for a bit now, and he wondered how others even managed to do this, chat with their loved ones who passed on, yet here he was... chatting with those who could not speak back (as Haretooth had put it).

"Oh... uh... I miss.. you, even if I was too young to remember you both, everyone talks about you guys and I wish you were here" he stated a bit awkwardly before allowing the silence around him to fall once more. He did not know for how long he sat there but, it had been a good while before the tom got up to leave, only glancing back after a few steps before heading back to camp, perhaps he'll visit them once more when he gained his full name... 3 moons from now, or so.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── You ve wasted your life , but thanks for applying ──┐‎

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  Snowpaw ❄ He/Him, apprentice of Shadowclan, 9 moons.
  ⭃ Lithe long hair blue lynx sepia with high white, and yellow eyes. Stubby tail, permanent resting bitch face
  ⭃ Hailfreckle x Mudsplash
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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Tldr: just him visiting his parent's graves! Also yay 200th post!! ))