- Jan 15, 2023
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༄༄ It is not often that the fiery deputy is still in her nest by the time the sun is fully risen. But here she lies, unmoving except for her paws. Dappled toes knead sluggishly at dried wool and brittle flower petals; the nest’s soft bedding needs to be replaced by now. But what’s the point? There is no one to share it with, no one to appreciate it with. No matter what is in the nest, it will be cold. It will be… empty. There is no reason to fix it. There is no reason to do… anything. It is as though the sun has failed to rise, leaving the world choked in darkness. Normally, she would force herself to stand tall and powerful in the face of such a loss. Normally, she would pick herself up with ease, refusing to shed her carefully crafted exterior of stone. Normally… normally, she would look into her mate’s eyes and feel at home. Her heart clenches, sending a fresh rush of sorrow through her frame.
There is no end to it. To the pain, to the haunting. There will never be an end to it until the day that she herself joins the stars and reunites with her love. Deep down inside, the calico cannot wait for it. She half-wishes that some force could take her now, rip her from her nest and send her soul to the sky above. Death does not seem such a punishment now that her mate is waiting for her in the stars.
She lies in her nest, staring, drifting, until the sound of movement nearby rouses her. A certainly well-meaning clanmate approaches, and the calico watches silently as a hare is deposited before her. Her stomach growls and cramps, hunger roiling through her, but the idea of taking a meal without Bluepool is too painful to bear. "Not hungry," she says simply, but dulled golden eyes don’t raise to meet the other cat’s gaze.
There is no end to it. To the pain, to the haunting. There will never be an end to it until the day that she herself joins the stars and reunites with her love. Deep down inside, the calico cannot wait for it. She half-wishes that some force could take her now, rip her from her nest and send her soul to the sky above. Death does not seem such a punishment now that her mate is waiting for her in the stars.
She lies in her nest, staring, drifting, until the sound of movement nearby rouses her. A certainly well-meaning clanmate approaches, and the calico watches silently as a hare is deposited before her. Her stomach growls and cramps, hunger roiling through her, but the idea of taking a meal without Bluepool is too painful to bear. "Not hungry," she says simply, but dulled golden eyes don’t raise to meet the other cat’s gaze.
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༄ small, slim flame-streaked calico with fiery golden eyes. cold and closed-off, ferociously protective of her clanmates. rarely seen aboveground.
༄ mate tobluepool; sibling to rattleheart & rabbitclaw
༄ mentor to pinkpaw
༄ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
༄ penned by foxlore