- Nov 20, 2023
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Growing up side by side with another forged a unique bond that Feathergaze could not put words to if she tried. One could argue that clanborn cats all grew up together, surrounded by their peers constantly as they were. But being born days apart, stumbling through the nursery together, clinging to one another as they learned and grew, it was different. If quizzed by a stranger, the silver warrior was quite sure she could tell the entire story of her friend's life as well as he could, and vice versa he could tell hers.
At least, up until the yellowcough outbreak and firmly set in. Once the fog of infection had grown thicker than a fish's scales, once Icebloom had fallen ill with no cure in sight, Feathergaze had withdrawn. The tightness in her chest had grown into a constant companion, the fangs nipping at her heart just a reminder that she still lived. When her grandmother had died... Well, the silver molly could barely recall snippets of her own life from that time, let alone anyone else's. All she really remembered was the moment her heart had been torn clean through, and all that remained were jagged pieces. She remembered her blood freezing until it burned white-hot in her veins. She remembered the smoke twisting around her very soul, choking what light remained until only her dull, lifeless pelt remained to hold her bones together.
Things were... better now, she supposed. One day her heart had shuddered in her chest and begun to pulse once more, sewn patchily back together but together all the same. Her blood flowed more freely. The smoke had lifted, and her inner light rekindled. There were bad days where she fell apart all over again. But the good days always returned. And it was during one of those good days that she had a thought. When was the last time I spoke with Foxtail? He'd been around of course, offering comfort, worrying about further yellowcough victims, probably planning with the other warriors on how to see the rogues out permanently. But Feathergaze found she couldn't recall the last time she'd actually spent time with him.
She'd caught him today during sun high (although it was hard to tell with the chill of leafbare permeating the land) and asked to catch up, really catch up. And so here they were, sharing tongues for the first time in nearly two moons.
"Tensions with WindClan are only getting worse. I'm almost afraid to patrol that border now, it's like they want more bloodshed. Surely they know almost every RiverClanner would... They can't believe Smokestar will tolerate anymore disrespect?" She sighed, fidgeting her large paws. She hated thinking about the conflict between their two clans (or really, WindClan's conflict with every clan in the forest). They've hurt so many of us, so brutally. And yet if I could ask StarClan for one thing, it would just be peace. Pitiful, always pitiful.
Feathergaze rasped her tongue through Foxtail's ears, trying to think more lighthearted. "Can you believe we've been warriors for two moons now? I remember thinking my apprenticeship would never end." More because she was sure she'd be held back due to her clumsy battle skills than anything else, but still. "It still feels new to me. What do you think your favourite thing about being a warrior is?"
At least, up until the yellowcough outbreak and firmly set in. Once the fog of infection had grown thicker than a fish's scales, once Icebloom had fallen ill with no cure in sight, Feathergaze had withdrawn. The tightness in her chest had grown into a constant companion, the fangs nipping at her heart just a reminder that she still lived. When her grandmother had died... Well, the silver molly could barely recall snippets of her own life from that time, let alone anyone else's. All she really remembered was the moment her heart had been torn clean through, and all that remained were jagged pieces. She remembered her blood freezing until it burned white-hot in her veins. She remembered the smoke twisting around her very soul, choking what light remained until only her dull, lifeless pelt remained to hold her bones together.
Things were... better now, she supposed. One day her heart had shuddered in her chest and begun to pulse once more, sewn patchily back together but together all the same. Her blood flowed more freely. The smoke had lifted, and her inner light rekindled. There were bad days where she fell apart all over again. But the good days always returned. And it was during one of those good days that she had a thought. When was the last time I spoke with Foxtail? He'd been around of course, offering comfort, worrying about further yellowcough victims, probably planning with the other warriors on how to see the rogues out permanently. But Feathergaze found she couldn't recall the last time she'd actually spent time with him.
She'd caught him today during sun high (although it was hard to tell with the chill of leafbare permeating the land) and asked to catch up, really catch up. And so here they were, sharing tongues for the first time in nearly two moons.
"Tensions with WindClan are only getting worse. I'm almost afraid to patrol that border now, it's like they want more bloodshed. Surely they know almost every RiverClanner would... They can't believe Smokestar will tolerate anymore disrespect?" She sighed, fidgeting her large paws. She hated thinking about the conflict between their two clans (or really, WindClan's conflict with every clan in the forest). They've hurt so many of us, so brutally. And yet if I could ask StarClan for one thing, it would just be peace. Pitiful, always pitiful.
Feathergaze rasped her tongue through Foxtail's ears, trying to think more lighthearted. "Can you believe we've been warriors for two moons now? I remember thinking my apprenticeship would never end." More because she was sure she'd be held back due to her clumsy battle skills than anything else, but still. "It still feels new to me. What do you think your favourite thing about being a warrior is?"
// @FOXTAIL
