my thoughts were so loud | thymeroot

[SHREWTUFT]

shrewtuft couldn't sleep. no matter how hard she tried no position felt comfortable enough to sway the warrior into the land of slumber so she ultimately gave up, head lifting from where it rested upon her paws to look over the sleeping forms of clanmates until her eyes fell upon the familiar shape of thymeroot. she hasn't spoken to either of her siblings since the incident and whenever an opprotunity shows up to do so she ends up avoiding it completely out of anxiousness. starclan knows she cannot avoid them forever, it'll just hurt her heart even more than it should.

with a small exhale, a paw would reach over to gently nudge at a fawn shoulder. "thymeroot. . " his name falls off softly from her tongue, she waits until her brother is more awake before she speaks again. " thyme. . .ah cain't sleep, can ya come walkin' with me?"

@THYMEROOT.

[ THE HUNTER'S MOON IS SHINING ]​

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[THYMEROOT]

In the wake of all that had happened, Thymeroot feels helpless.

Not chosen to take part in the raid, he'd had to watch Shrewtuft go to war, had to fear for her safety - pacing back and forth through camp as he awaited the patrol to SkyClan's return. All while keeping an eye on Dandelionwish, worry for his brother rising just as much as it did for his sister. If not more, with all the stress placed on his medic sibling, stress to heal without adequate supplies - stress of violence brought on by a shortage in catmint.

And then, as the patrol returned, it wasn't relief that filled Thymeroot, but horror, devastation. As Shrewtuft returned injured. As Dandelionwish was deemed a prisoner, his own doom set aside until after he trains his replacement.

As Thymeroot is unable to protect either of them. As their trio is further destroyed by the moors.

The fawn point can't do anything to fix any of it. Can't do anything but keep himself isolated from his siblings as Dandelionwish's prison sentence has done. Push himself further into monotonous tasks in an effort to keep himself distracted from counting down the days until the trio is no longer a trio - rather, a duo. Or worse... just Thymeroot, on his own.

He sleeps.

Exhausted after a hard day of work, he sleeps. It's an effort to silence his mind, to keep it calm. An effort shaken, just as his body is - prodded by a paw against his shoulder, his name reaching his ears.

"Hm..?" The warrior stirs, sleepy, cornflower-hued eyes opening to meet the gaze of his littermate. Golden eyes shake him awake, cause him to sit up as anxiety rises. "Shrewtuft..?" Had something happened?

She can't sleep. She wants to go on a walk. It's late, and the warrior needs his sleep. But, who is Thymeroot to say no, with all that's been happening?

"Alright," he says, rising to his paws with a stretch. "Let's get goin', then."
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