- May 29, 2023
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[sorry this is so late!]
She feels as if she has seen this scene play out before. And perhaps she has… though with herself in Claythorn's place. Speckled paws carry the medicine cat apprentice into the safety of the nursery, the familiar scent wreathing her in bittersweet memories. Her honeyed gaze searches the nests until she finds the occupied space of her friend – and now fellow widow.
Robinheart approaches Claythorn and gingerly places a water vole in front of the bereaved queen. It's not much, but the tortoiseshell is all too familiar with how easy it is to not take care of yourself in the throes of grief. "Eat, please…" she murmurs as she takes a seat beside the queen, her plush tail aiming to lightly drape against golden fur as a sign of support.
Depending on if Claythorn eats or not, Robinheart remains silent for a few moments before whispering a gentle, "I'm sorry for your loss," as tear lined eyes behold the freshly widowed Claythorn. "If you need anything, anything at all, just let me know… I– I have been in your place before." She knows the pain and ache of losing a loved one. A beloved mate. Robinheart won't let her friend wade through that pain alone if she can help it.
// @claythorn
She feels as if she has seen this scene play out before. And perhaps she has… though with herself in Claythorn's place. Speckled paws carry the medicine cat apprentice into the safety of the nursery, the familiar scent wreathing her in bittersweet memories. Her honeyed gaze searches the nests until she finds the occupied space of her friend – and now fellow widow.
Robinheart approaches Claythorn and gingerly places a water vole in front of the bereaved queen. It's not much, but the tortoiseshell is all too familiar with how easy it is to not take care of yourself in the throes of grief. "Eat, please…" she murmurs as she takes a seat beside the queen, her plush tail aiming to lightly drape against golden fur as a sign of support.
Depending on if Claythorn eats or not, Robinheart remains silent for a few moments before whispering a gentle, "I'm sorry for your loss," as tear lined eyes behold the freshly widowed Claythorn. "If you need anything, anything at all, just let me know… I– I have been in your place before." She knows the pain and ache of losing a loved one. A beloved mate. Robinheart won't let her friend wade through that pain alone if she can help it.
// @claythorn
[ penned by kerms ]