private SURROUND SOUND // thistle + splinter

[bunnypaw]

Bunnypaw's nest sat at the outer ring of cats. It had been lonely at first - the plague stole her siblings away, forced them to wait and wait again. And though even now only two are able to train alongside her, she feels more comfortable being vulnerable. She shares her nest now with Thistlepaw, at least until they each grow larger and need new nests (would he leave her behind, then, and rest with his friends instead? Would Splinterpaw?) She tries to not think of the gravity of the future as she approaches her brothers, shoulders sagging.

"It happened again," she murmured pathetically, collapsing into her nest and burying her face into the moss. "Sedgepounce and I encountered another patrol, and all I could do was... stare. Ugh, I'm pathetic..."
@THISTLEPAW ! @SPLINTERPAW. ​

 

[SPLINTERPAW.]

BUT MAYBE THAT'S A LIE​

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bunnypaw was always a cat that splinterpaw wanted to protect. she's his sister. why wouldn't he want to protect her? he watches as she nervously prances the fields, and all he can think is that he needs her to be okay. he scoots closer to her, gently running his tongue through her fur, ears twitching back and forth as he listens to her talk. he stops mid-lick, pulling away to look at her with a tilt of his head. she's worried about being... pathetic? she's not. she's never been. who told her that? his canine teeth ache with primal need to correct whoever told her that. she's not pathetic. she's bunnypaw. and bunnypaw would always be just fine, so long as he's around.

"you're not patheeetic, bunby. who said that to you?"

he pushes his ears back, before just brushing against her. much like he fears noises, she fears the world. he cannot fault her for that.

"i will always protect you, bunby. always. you're not pathetic. you can do anything. I believe in you. and... mom did too."

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