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❝ THE TENACITY I HOLD✧°.☀ ——————————————————————————————————
The medics' den is lonely. Splinterkit is there, yes, but there's still something missing as he battles yellow cough. His days are spent curled in a nest that is only his, different from the shared family nest in the nursery. He wheezes, barely chatting aside from telling Wolfsong how he's feeling today ( it's no different from yesterday, or the day before ) - he fights to survive, and that alone should count for something. . . but it doesn't.
The cruelty of life, of having his mother die before they were apprenticed, before they were warriors and started families of their own. It wasn't fair and in his hazed state, Thistlekit missed her even more; oftentimes talking as if Rattleheart was still here, watching over him and Splinterkit fighting this illness together. But she wasn't. Rattleheart wasn't there and she never would be there — not anymore, not ever.
In his delirious state, he begs. "StarClan," The kitten hacks, weakly staring up into silverpelt. Some clanmates stir beside him, possibly bothered by their own conditions, Thistlekit talking, or both - he doesn't have it in him to care if the latter is the truth, and continues to mumble as if he were alone. "I miss Rattleheart, can I see her?" There is no answer, only the same deafening silence periodically broken by coughing and wheezing. "Can. . . can you take me to her?" He sniffles, his tail curling around his body like he's ready to rest. "I - I know StarClan can choose when someone dies. . .like it's their time to go," Thistlekit can't think straight, they haven't been able to since the lead warrior's death.
"So. . . can you make it so it is my time?"
The medics' den is lonely. Splinterkit is there, yes, but there's still something missing as he battles yellow cough. His days are spent curled in a nest that is only his, different from the shared family nest in the nursery. He wheezes, barely chatting aside from telling Wolfsong how he's feeling today ( it's no different from yesterday, or the day before ) - he fights to survive, and that alone should count for something. . . but it doesn't.
The cruelty of life, of having his mother die before they were apprenticed, before they were warriors and started families of their own. It wasn't fair and in his hazed state, Thistlekit missed her even more; oftentimes talking as if Rattleheart was still here, watching over him and Splinterkit fighting this illness together. But she wasn't. Rattleheart wasn't there and she never would be there — not anymore, not ever.
In his delirious state, he begs. "StarClan," The kitten hacks, weakly staring up into silverpelt. Some clanmates stir beside him, possibly bothered by their own conditions, Thistlekit talking, or both - he doesn't have it in him to care if the latter is the truth, and continues to mumble as if he were alone. "I miss Rattleheart, can I see her?" There is no answer, only the same deafening silence periodically broken by coughing and wheezing. "Can. . . can you take me to her?" He sniffles, his tail curling around his body like he's ready to rest. "I - I know StarClan can choose when someone dies. . .like it's their time to go," Thistlekit can't think straight, they haven't been able to since the lead warrior's death.
"So. . . can you make it so it is my time?"
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THISTLEKIT ✩ HE/HIM, kit of windclan, six moons
⭃ long haired seal-point kitten with an unusually long tail and pale blue eyes. short history blurb, short opinion on clan/clan specific traits. 1-2 sentences bout personality stuff and any other important details.
⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
⭃ penned by nocthymia ↛ @hypmic on discord, feel free to dm for plots.