His litter, the four of them, would never go on patrol together as four warriors. When Ferngill had been a young apprentice, bug-eyed and bumbling, he'd pictured a future where he and his siblings were among the strongest of RiverClan's warriors, fighting off accosting Windclanners with combined fury. That future had seemed easy at the time, like every idealism that he had pictured.
Eventually of course he'd realised that being a hero of battle was not a future he could have. That being a strong warrior was not in the cards for him. But he had never, never, never imagined that the simplest part of that dream, the four of them together as warriors, would be lost forever.
Alone with his brother, they crouched at the shore in silence. His verdant eye tracked the ripples for the silver glimmer of scales, or the small, sparkling splash of a thrashing fish. Guilt darkened his vision, though- so much so that he could hardly shut himself up for a minute before murmuring, "I'm sorry."
And, well, it'd probably be good to explain himself. Instead of just uttering a vague, stupid... sorry. "I didn't cheer at your warrior ceremony and I never got to tell Steepsnout or say I was sorry for being so stupid and selfish so I have to tell you now. I'm really sorry, Darkwhisker." It was perhaps the most dramatic manner in which he could have admitted it. Ferngill spoke with a guilt as if he'd personally killed Steepsnout out of some odd malice, but his brother above all would know the emotion- the anguish behind his utterance- was entirely, completely genuine.
\ @DARKWHISKER heheh
Eventually of course he'd realised that being a hero of battle was not a future he could have. That being a strong warrior was not in the cards for him. But he had never, never, never imagined that the simplest part of that dream, the four of them together as warriors, would be lost forever.
Alone with his brother, they crouched at the shore in silence. His verdant eye tracked the ripples for the silver glimmer of scales, or the small, sparkling splash of a thrashing fish. Guilt darkened his vision, though- so much so that he could hardly shut himself up for a minute before murmuring, "I'm sorry."
And, well, it'd probably be good to explain himself. Instead of just uttering a vague, stupid... sorry. "I didn't cheer at your warrior ceremony and I never got to tell Steepsnout or say I was sorry for being so stupid and selfish so I have to tell you now. I'm really sorry, Darkwhisker." It was perhaps the most dramatic manner in which he could have admitted it. Ferngill spoke with a guilt as if he'd personally killed Steepsnout out of some odd malice, but his brother above all would know the emotion- the anguish behind his utterance- was entirely, completely genuine.
\ @DARKWHISKER heheh
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