- Nov 20, 2023
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Juncoclaw had avoided Cottonsprig, ever since she returned. As if she wasn't here. As if her very existence was proof of Junco's unworthiness. She felt like the dirt beneath the medicine cat's paws; like the sorrow behind her distant blue gaze.
She had done well to avoid her, until now. There were burning questions in her throat, always, and yet she has abstained - until now. What had become of the lively medicine cat? What of her kits, that sent her away? What of their sire; would they return soon as Thriftfeather had?
If she were so ready to leave, why did she come back?
A rabbit is dropped at Cottonsprig's paws, big enough for two, as she lays in solitude. Juncoclaw's gaze is shielded as she stares down at her, dull and cool as river pebbles. "You're not eating," she comments something she had observed throughout the days. Rumor had it that Cottonsprig had abandoned a gifted mouse, seemingly busy - but Juncoclaw didn't need to hear it to know. Always knowing, always watching.. it was that same curse that constantly pulled her in Cottonsprig's direction, no matter how much she willed it away. Now, here she ways, uttering words to her for the first time since Cottonsprig had left, blunt requests that she will not take a 'no' to. "Eat with me."
She had done well to avoid her, until now. There were burning questions in her throat, always, and yet she has abstained - until now. What had become of the lively medicine cat? What of her kits, that sent her away? What of their sire; would they return soon as Thriftfeather had?
If she were so ready to leave, why did she come back?
A rabbit is dropped at Cottonsprig's paws, big enough for two, as she lays in solitude. Juncoclaw's gaze is shielded as she stares down at her, dull and cool as river pebbles. "You're not eating," she comments something she had observed throughout the days. Rumor had it that Cottonsprig had abandoned a gifted mouse, seemingly busy - but Juncoclaw didn't need to hear it to know. Always knowing, always watching.. it was that same curse that constantly pulled her in Cottonsprig's direction, no matter how much she willed it away. Now, here she ways, uttering words to her for the first time since Cottonsprig had left, blunt requests that she will not take a 'no' to. "Eat with me."