- Aug 9, 2022
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A promise was made and he intended to keep it but he was not prepared for the strange and overwhelming emotions that would hit him in a heavy torrent throughout the days, it feels as though every few seconds he was struck by some powerful urge to huddle in the dark, cold corner of the willow tree den and not leave until it was over, until the feeling faded. Until they were gone-out of him-it was over. The dark tom often paused his walking about camp to get a grip on himself, come to terms with it all again as though he'd forgotten but every pain and every breathless realization he couldn't keep pace with others like he used to was an agonizing reminder of what was to come and he hated it. He hated every moment of it. He regretted it, but he couldn't say as much, he couldn't lament because he'd already agreed to this and the mere idea of breaking Cicadastar's hearts with his own unease and worries was too much. It's not like he could do anything about it now anyways, so he might as well grit his teeth and cope. Or was there? The idea hit him during that morning after a particularly bad stomach pain that had him dry heaving for longer than he'd expected. Was he thinking straight? He wasn't sure, but once the thought settled he found he could not shake it and so he left the den to wander out toward the medicine cat den with little hesitation.
He has not been in this den since he'd stepped in here for confirmation on the kits, prior to that the last time he was here was poking his head in to visit Beesong and the thought of the cinnamon feline makes his chest feel tighter; he thought he'd gotten over the grief but apparently it came in small waves now, the occasional ripple disturbing the otherwise calm waters. Smokethroat dips his head low to not seem too imposing a silhouette as he pushes through the tall reeds inside and it takes only a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dark and find the medicine cat sitting there hunched over something.
Smokethroat didn't want to interupt whatever it was he was doing, but he was also too anxious now to back out of his intentions so he cleared his throat in what he hoped was an audible enough sound to get Ravensong's attention without startling him, lone orange eye narrowed apologetically. "...pardon, do you have a moment?"
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