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[Sparkwing]

Sparkkit had lost his.....Spark. Dampened by the loss of Dovekit, seeing Blinding Star bleed out, and the exile of Cinderfrost. These things weighed heavy on him, and it was taking it's toll.

Twice, he has seen a cat go from fine to dead in a day. It scared him. And to lose a friend on top of it, was almost too much. He didn't understand any of it.

He just wanted everyone to be okay and happy. But life wasn't so kind.

He was curled in a far corner of camp, unusually quiet and lacking energy. He was afraid to get sick. He was afraid to leave the camp. He was hurting more than he ever had, and he didn't know how to talk about it.

Worse, he lost his appetite. When he rose to his feet to return to the clearing, he stopped to look at the fresh kill pile for a moment before continuing onward. He had no destination, he was wandering aimlessly. His usual stupid smile had been replaced with a small frown.

@MORNINGKIT

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[MORNINGPAW ☆]

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮​

Little Wolf and Sunfreckle share the nursery, and Morningkit is as familiar with the ginger tom as she is with some of her blood kin. There's been many a time when her mother had to step away that Morningkit would be placed at Sunfreckle's flank to nurse, and as many times when the opposite would happen, a tiny foreign body squeezing beside her own for milk. Her denmates are not siblings, are not family, but they share a strange instinctual bond nonetheless, and when the little tortoiseshell point sees Sparkkit sitting by himself, downtrodden, she finds herself frowning and sad in response.

She knows that Sparkkit's littermate had passed away when she was small. Morningkit cannot imagine bearing that misery. Her own siblings could be a pawful sometimes, but she would give anything to see them smile, to see them happy. She watches the little ginger kit who wanders around camp, paws aimless, and thinks, And who is doing that for Sparkkit?

She pads over, tentative, her mew soft and unintrusive. "Hey, Sparkkit." She had seen him paw at the fresh-kill pile without taking anything. Little Wolf is always ensuring they are eating enough. It's important to be well-fed, Morningkit thinks. "Would you like to share something with me? F-from the fresh-kill pile, I mean? I can't eat it by myself." Bashful eyes fall to her dappled paws.

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[BERRYHEART]

How wrong it felt to see kittens in despair. When he had been younger, even as tensions had begun to wring the spirits of the marsh group with newfound competition for prey, Berryheart had hardly cared for the troubles that were weighing on the shoulders of the warriors. They were adults, after all- back then he had deemed their problems theirs, his days preferably spent constructing the perfect nest or listening to a conversation not meant for his ears. He'd grown out of a bit of that apathy... how he wished it was possible to transfer some of it to little Loudmouth, who was not quite as loud as his alias might suggest.

Wisps offered words of support, and though likely unreadable a smile curved his crooked maw, lopsided feet showing a little more than usual. That niece... she was a smart one, though she often shrunk back. Tension having been so prevalent in their lives the past few weeks, there was something grounding about seeing that extension of a paw- kindness, reaching out to another.

Berryheart spoke not, instead sidling up on lopsided limbs to the freshkill pile and picking out one of the plumpest squirrels. How desperately did he want it, but- there was someone, a pair in fact, more deserving today. A white maw bent to scruff the prey between shambolic fangs, placing the meal by Wisps' feet and solidifying that as an offer for a shared meal.​

[ PENNED BY PIN ]​

 

[Sparkwing]

Sparkkit didn't expect to draw attention to himself, so when Morningkit approached him he was slightly shocked. He blinked and stuttered for a moment, shuffling his paws.

"Y-yeah, sure..." He said.

When Berryheart brought over the mouse, he realized he really must be out of character....Was he worrying everyone that much? He felt guilty. He didn't want them to worry, they had more important things to do.

"How are....You guys?" He asked. No matter how he tried to get his....Spark, back, he couldn't ignite it. Like he was damp.


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