- Dec 21, 2023
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Deep breath, Badgerstripe. Okay.
The talk with Palefire didn't go quite as optimistic as Badgerstripe hoped - but it was progress nonetheless. Reluctantly, she had agreed to a little night out to bond and destress, but Badgerstripe still isn't sure where her apology sits with the lilac-furred feline. Still, it had been better than a worse case scenario, in which Badgerstripe is never forgiven for her fox-hearted actions of the past. It's about as much as she could ask for in her situation.
That leaves.. stars, Lightflower. Arguably the cat that Badgerstripe feels the most guilt over hurting, and, in the past moons of her isolation, the most resentment towards for not bending and speaking first. Lightflower did not want to leave with her that night, to explore the territory under new names - she wanted to be obedient to Howlingstar, something Badgerstripe hardly cared for back then. In desperation, to not face the forest alone, she had persuaded Lightflower the only way she knew how: she made her feel small and guilty, like a traitorous friend for not bending to Badgerstrpie's whims.
It was herself that was the traitorous friend in the end. Manipulative, mean, terrible. Hardly deserving of forgiveness - but that did not excuse her from apologizing.
Even now, in the approach to her old friend with a small bundle of pristine white flowers in her jaws that remind her of Lightflower, her ears burn with shame. Just like she had for moons, she longs to give up, to move on without ever showing her remorse for hurting one of her closest friends that night. It was easier to swallow her guilt than to face it - but, it is a necessary step towards being a better cat that she vowed to take. She cannot back down now.
Lightflower is sitting alone at the moment, a perfect opportunity for Badgerstripe to speak to her. She clears her throat as she approaches, as to not startle the pale grey molly, and then sets down the small bundle of white flowers between their paws. It is a gift of peace, but only a mere stepping stone to the effort it will take to win her friend back over. " Hey, uh.. " she begins awkwardly, glancing to the side - pretending to look at something else. Shame is a familiar poison that courses through her veins. She must continue.. she must. " Can .. can we talk? "
BADGERSTRIPE ( she/her )
The talk with Palefire didn't go quite as optimistic as Badgerstripe hoped - but it was progress nonetheless. Reluctantly, she had agreed to a little night out to bond and destress, but Badgerstripe still isn't sure where her apology sits with the lilac-furred feline. Still, it had been better than a worse case scenario, in which Badgerstripe is never forgiven for her fox-hearted actions of the past. It's about as much as she could ask for in her situation.
That leaves.. stars, Lightflower. Arguably the cat that Badgerstripe feels the most guilt over hurting, and, in the past moons of her isolation, the most resentment towards for not bending and speaking first. Lightflower did not want to leave with her that night, to explore the territory under new names - she wanted to be obedient to Howlingstar, something Badgerstripe hardly cared for back then. In desperation, to not face the forest alone, she had persuaded Lightflower the only way she knew how: she made her feel small and guilty, like a traitorous friend for not bending to Badgerstrpie's whims.
It was herself that was the traitorous friend in the end. Manipulative, mean, terrible. Hardly deserving of forgiveness - but that did not excuse her from apologizing.
Even now, in the approach to her old friend with a small bundle of pristine white flowers in her jaws that remind her of Lightflower, her ears burn with shame. Just like she had for moons, she longs to give up, to move on without ever showing her remorse for hurting one of her closest friends that night. It was easier to swallow her guilt than to face it - but, it is a necessary step towards being a better cat that she vowed to take. She cannot back down now.
Lightflower is sitting alone at the moment, a perfect opportunity for Badgerstripe to speak to her. She clears her throat as she approaches, as to not startle the pale grey molly, and then sets down the small bundle of white flowers between their paws. It is a gift of peace, but only a mere stepping stone to the effort it will take to win her friend back over. " Hey, uh.. " she begins awkwardly, glancing to the side - pretending to look at something else. Shame is a familiar poison that courses through her veins. She must continue.. she must. " Can .. can we talk? "
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