- Jun 7, 2022
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Everything in Clay’s life has been knocked off course, like he’s trying to cross a river after a rainstorm. Floodwaters, rushing rapids, sending him tumbling through the dark. He’s lost without his mate, his best friend, his warrior. His Clearsight. It’s not fair. Life isn’t fair, sure, but isn’t there supposed to be some kind of get what you deserve logic to it? It just isn’t fair, and he doesn’t know what to do with himself.
He can’t bring himself to try and sleep in his cold, empty nest for long. The scent of his beloved still lingers, but it’s fading quickly—the last tangible piece of him, and Clay can only cry as he curls up to spend yet another sleepless night curled up in a nest that’s quickly losing the smell of its former inhabitant.
It’s the middle of the night when he finally drags himself from his nest, groggy but awake. He can’t… he can’t take it anymore. Everything hurts, endless shards of ice lodging themselves in his chest, his throat, his eyes. Nothing is okay, and nothing will ever be okay again. His love is dead and there’s nothing that can bring him back. He stumbles on tired, stiff legs over to the nearest warrior’s nest, taking only a brief look at the sleeping form curled there before he presses himself as close as he can to the other cat, not quite fitting in their nest but gently trying to arrange himself to fit.
It takes a moment for him to recognize just whose nest he’s sliding into, but fluffy fur and a familiar scent tell him that it’s Houndstride. He doesn’t speak as he settles in against the sleeping warrior’s side, seeking comfort in the press of another’s flank against his. It’s not the same, could never be the same, but the warmth of a body at his side is better than facing the cold on his own.
He feels the other warrior shift, obviously not as asleep as he had hoped. Hazel eyes go wide, big and shining in the low light, and he freezes against the other’s side. This is different from casually slipping into his nest with Clearsight, or with one of his siblings—he hadn’t asked Houndstride for permission, isn’t absolutely certain whether the tom will put up with this. "Please don’t kick me out." His voice is small, sounding dry and cracked. Please don’t make me sleep alone again.
// @HOUNDSTRIDE.
He can’t bring himself to try and sleep in his cold, empty nest for long. The scent of his beloved still lingers, but it’s fading quickly—the last tangible piece of him, and Clay can only cry as he curls up to spend yet another sleepless night curled up in a nest that’s quickly losing the smell of its former inhabitant.
It’s the middle of the night when he finally drags himself from his nest, groggy but awake. He can’t… he can’t take it anymore. Everything hurts, endless shards of ice lodging themselves in his chest, his throat, his eyes. Nothing is okay, and nothing will ever be okay again. His love is dead and there’s nothing that can bring him back. He stumbles on tired, stiff legs over to the nearest warrior’s nest, taking only a brief look at the sleeping form curled there before he presses himself as close as he can to the other cat, not quite fitting in their nest but gently trying to arrange himself to fit.
It takes a moment for him to recognize just whose nest he’s sliding into, but fluffy fur and a familiar scent tell him that it’s Houndstride. He doesn’t speak as he settles in against the sleeping warrior’s side, seeking comfort in the press of another’s flank against his. It’s not the same, could never be the same, but the warmth of a body at his side is better than facing the cold on his own.
He feels the other warrior shift, obviously not as asleep as he had hoped. Hazel eyes go wide, big and shining in the low light, and he freezes against the other’s side. This is different from casually slipping into his nest with Clearsight, or with one of his siblings—he hadn’t asked Houndstride for permission, isn’t absolutely certain whether the tom will put up with this. "Please don’t kick me out." His voice is small, sounding dry and cracked. Please don’t make me sleep alone again.
// @HOUNDSTRIDE.
[ YOU ARE THE STARS TO ME ]