- Jul 10, 2022
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@EVENTIDE.
There's something familiar about the boy who ended up on their borders that day, something eerily similar. It makes her overthink, swimming in the ocean of unsure emotions and overwhelming thoughts. She doesn't like the feeling, she can't control it- therefore making it a weakness. It took her a whole sleepless night to consider the idea of visiting the kid at the badger's den, pondering on it as if it was one of the biggest decisions of her life. This had nothing to do with her being a Lead Warrior. This was about the boy. He was a connection she didn't realize she had, and she was faintly curious about him.
Would he survive alone, out there?
Would he accept the babying of the other cats of WindClan, or pay them back when he healed?
Would he leave, when he was healed and healthy again?
Many questions swarmed the silver lynx as she made her way through the territory, crossing over a tree and then a few rocks; spotting the badger's den in the distance. She sees the group of cats that were sent to live there as punishment, the looks of nervousness on their faces as they scurried off at her arrival. Hyacinth made no move to talk to them, no cruel scowl. What had happened to her when she had met Eventide was something she couldn't explain- she had lost it, that day. As she turned the corner, she spotted the chocolate-colored form of Eventide, and she fought the sickening feeling of excitement inside of her at his wounded form.
"How is it that you managed to pass over the thunderpath, but you can't even hunt for yourself?" She asks bluntly, unimpressed- perhaps she was wrong about this one. Perhaps he was just another weak little kid who just wanted to be seen. The world had no room for the weak.
There's something familiar about the boy who ended up on their borders that day, something eerily similar. It makes her overthink, swimming in the ocean of unsure emotions and overwhelming thoughts. She doesn't like the feeling, she can't control it- therefore making it a weakness. It took her a whole sleepless night to consider the idea of visiting the kid at the badger's den, pondering on it as if it was one of the biggest decisions of her life. This had nothing to do with her being a Lead Warrior. This was about the boy. He was a connection she didn't realize she had, and she was faintly curious about him.
Would he survive alone, out there?
Would he accept the babying of the other cats of WindClan, or pay them back when he healed?
Would he leave, when he was healed and healthy again?
Many questions swarmed the silver lynx as she made her way through the territory, crossing over a tree and then a few rocks; spotting the badger's den in the distance. She sees the group of cats that were sent to live there as punishment, the looks of nervousness on their faces as they scurried off at her arrival. Hyacinth made no move to talk to them, no cruel scowl. What had happened to her when she had met Eventide was something she couldn't explain- she had lost it, that day. As she turned the corner, she spotted the chocolate-colored form of Eventide, and she fought the sickening feeling of excitement inside of her at his wounded form.
"How is it that you managed to pass over the thunderpath, but you can't even hunt for yourself?" She asks bluntly, unimpressed- perhaps she was wrong about this one. Perhaps he was just another weak little kid who just wanted to be seen. The world had no room for the weak.