- Aug 17, 2022
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The call of night is inevitable, the sun now sinking to tinge the sky with warm hues in its final show before the full moon is called forth. His final moments in SkyClan before the journey - or… perhaps, ever; a chilling thought that Greeneyes tries to keep at bay with very little success - are upon him now.
He’s been putting off saying goodbye, putting off having to find the words to say to those who he’ll leave behind. Those who he won’t see for a while, maybe ever again. But, Blazestar will be calling for their departure soon, and Greeneyes knows he must say his farewells before it’s too late - before he regrets not doing so during fear-filled nights to come.
The first goodbyes were the easiest - clanmates he wasn’t as close to. A couple of friends next, a sting at his eyes he’d luckily been able to hold back, even if some of the faces he’d spoken to had shed their own tears. But his vision blurs as he speaks to Violetnose, a trembling in his voice he’d tried to keep steady. It takes him a moment to collect himself after stepping away from his littermate, a moment to prepare himself to say goodbye to Butterflytuft next.
His eldest sister, Greeneyes doesn’t know if he’ll be able to keep back the tears for her. He believes Figfeather’s already done her own round of goodbyes, and wonders if she felt the same when it came time to face the tortoiseshell they’d grown up with.
He approaches Butterflytuft with a wavering smile, though his gaze already glazes over with tears. “It’s my turn now,” he tells her, his tone soft as he looks to his older sister. His heart twists as he speaks, sinks in solemnity. Yet, Greeneyes does his best to stand tall, straightening his posture to look braver than how he currently feels.
He’s been putting off saying goodbye, putting off having to find the words to say to those who he’ll leave behind. Those who he won’t see for a while, maybe ever again. But, Blazestar will be calling for their departure soon, and Greeneyes knows he must say his farewells before it’s too late - before he regrets not doing so during fear-filled nights to come.
The first goodbyes were the easiest - clanmates he wasn’t as close to. A couple of friends next, a sting at his eyes he’d luckily been able to hold back, even if some of the faces he’d spoken to had shed their own tears. But his vision blurs as he speaks to Violetnose, a trembling in his voice he’d tried to keep steady. It takes him a moment to collect himself after stepping away from his littermate, a moment to prepare himself to say goodbye to Butterflytuft next.
His eldest sister, Greeneyes doesn’t know if he’ll be able to keep back the tears for her. He believes Figfeather’s already done her own round of goodbyes, and wonders if she felt the same when it came time to face the tortoiseshell they’d grown up with.
He approaches Butterflytuft with a wavering smile, though his gaze already glazes over with tears. “It’s my turn now,” he tells her, his tone soft as he looks to his older sister. His heart twists as he speaks, sinks in solemnity. Yet, Greeneyes does his best to stand tall, straightening his posture to look braver than how he currently feels.
// @butterflytuft
