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Ash and Leaping Toad wanted the blue molly to make amends. They held no ill will toward the cream-pointed, blue-eyed ray of sunshine. Instead, guilt consumed her and caused mental clarity to fog. She'd waved claws in the air at the ones she perceived to have helped the murder of Ash and Leaping Toad. Selfishly, she pointed at them despite knowing she was at the root of it. She was the one to blame. That guilt had feasted on her fragile mental state.
Signs of life slowly appeared; the she-cat perched near the outside of her claimed den every so often. Within the shadows, of course, but still closer to the clan. She no longer hid within an empty, lifeless shell. A flicker of light had emerged in her previously dull, lifeless eyes. Unlike the living, Leaping Toad, Ash, and Hare Whiskers trusted her and that meant much given recent events.
Emberstar approached again and again. The younger molly had tried to talk but she'd been incapable of conversing. She couldn't even remember what the she-cat said those times she visited. Something about how they needed to discuss what happened and she needed to eat - or maybe someone else told her the latter. All of it now felt like a distant, blurry dream.
If the leader of the forest tried again, extended that olive branch, she would try. While she couldn't forgive nor forget quite yet, she knew she needed to do something. She also knew she needed to apologize. She was older so she needed to step up... but it felt like a lie to say "I'm sorry". Because she wasn't sorry. Or maybe she was. Ashamed, at the very least. Her blood still burned hot for justice but killing Emberstar wouldn't satiate that desperate wanting.
Signs of life slowly appeared; the she-cat perched near the outside of her claimed den every so often. Within the shadows, of course, but still closer to the clan. She no longer hid within an empty, lifeless shell. A flicker of light had emerged in her previously dull, lifeless eyes. Unlike the living, Leaping Toad, Ash, and Hare Whiskers trusted her and that meant much given recent events.
Emberstar approached again and again. The younger molly had tried to talk but she'd been incapable of conversing. She couldn't even remember what the she-cat said those times she visited. Something about how they needed to discuss what happened and she needed to eat - or maybe someone else told her the latter. All of it now felt like a distant, blurry dream.
If the leader of the forest tried again, extended that olive branch, she would try. While she couldn't forgive nor forget quite yet, she knew she needed to do something. She also knew she needed to apologize. She was older so she needed to step up... but it felt like a lie to say "I'm sorry". Because she wasn't sorry. Or maybe she was. Ashamed, at the very least. Her blood still burned hot for justice but killing Emberstar wouldn't satiate that desperate wanting.