- Jul 24, 2023
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✦ TW: Mentions of death and grief.
It was well into daylight, several patrols had come and went, cats of all ages chattered within the clearing. Dogbite found himself caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, torn between the loyalty he owed to Skyclan and the yearning for the solitude. With foxes, rogues, and tensions there was little chance of real alone time. As a Lead Warrior he felt a deep sense of duty to be present, especially in the wake of death. Faced with the loss of Applefrost, a she-cat that had been more than just a friend, Dogbite felt adrift, his heart heavy with grief and longing.
Nose pressed to the wall he hunched into his desolate corner. Thankful for the empty nests that laid around them. She had been the one who had captured his heart with her little moments of genuine enjoyment. Cracking a smile at his lame attempts at play. Though she had never been his mate, she had been his confidante, his rock in times of trouble, and his source of comfort. The horror of her passing left Dogbite shattered, soul aching with the pain of absence. He had never found the courage to confess, and now, with her gone, he felt a profound sense of regret and longing, wondering what could have been if only he had spoken his heart. The tear stained whispers he had gasped into sodden fur were to be left unanswered.
Amidst the tumultuous emotions, the splotched feline longed for personal time to process his grief, but his duties and the expectations felt like an invisible wall. Orangestar relied on him, along with the rest of the council, to provide strong support and guidance for Skyclan, and Dogbite couldn't bear the thought of betraying said trust by abandoning his responsibilities. Yet, here I am coddled into a corner like a lost kit. His life was far too tangled into the threads of cat he now considered family. Every clanmate faced their own whirlwind of trials and tribulations but he couldn't sit through the loop of empathy.
He wanted to be selfish for a change. To bury his head inbetween their paws and scream out all the frustrations buried within. The call of solitude echoed promises of peace and clarity amidst the chaos, tempting him to run away from camp in search of solace. Yesterday's temptations flickered into the forefront of soundless tears. Guilt eagerly dancing along the lines of his vulnerable mind. He yearned for a chance to sort through his feelings but the fear of disappointment rooted him, trapped in a cycle of indecision and self-doubt.
Alone in the darkness of the warriors' den, Dogbite allowed himself a moment to mourn, a personal testament to the depths of his love. He knew that he could not escape the pain, but he hoped that in time, he would reconcile the conflicting pieces of his identity as he navigated the uncertain path that lay ahead. Until then, he remained boxed in a limbo of grief and longing, his heart heavy with the weight of reality. That he could be just as lonely even when in the proximity of friends.
Wound tightly into his own psyche they neglected to notice the sound of paw steps approaching.
It was well into daylight, several patrols had come and went, cats of all ages chattered within the clearing. Dogbite found himself caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, torn between the loyalty he owed to Skyclan and the yearning for the solitude. With foxes, rogues, and tensions there was little chance of real alone time. As a Lead Warrior he felt a deep sense of duty to be present, especially in the wake of death. Faced with the loss of Applefrost, a she-cat that had been more than just a friend, Dogbite felt adrift, his heart heavy with grief and longing.
Nose pressed to the wall he hunched into his desolate corner. Thankful for the empty nests that laid around them. She had been the one who had captured his heart with her little moments of genuine enjoyment. Cracking a smile at his lame attempts at play. Though she had never been his mate, she had been his confidante, his rock in times of trouble, and his source of comfort. The horror of her passing left Dogbite shattered, soul aching with the pain of absence. He had never found the courage to confess, and now, with her gone, he felt a profound sense of regret and longing, wondering what could have been if only he had spoken his heart. The tear stained whispers he had gasped into sodden fur were to be left unanswered.
Amidst the tumultuous emotions, the splotched feline longed for personal time to process his grief, but his duties and the expectations felt like an invisible wall. Orangestar relied on him, along with the rest of the council, to provide strong support and guidance for Skyclan, and Dogbite couldn't bear the thought of betraying said trust by abandoning his responsibilities. Yet, here I am coddled into a corner like a lost kit. His life was far too tangled into the threads of cat he now considered family. Every clanmate faced their own whirlwind of trials and tribulations but he couldn't sit through the loop of empathy.
He wanted to be selfish for a change. To bury his head inbetween their paws and scream out all the frustrations buried within. The call of solitude echoed promises of peace and clarity amidst the chaos, tempting him to run away from camp in search of solace. Yesterday's temptations flickered into the forefront of soundless tears. Guilt eagerly dancing along the lines of his vulnerable mind. He yearned for a chance to sort through his feelings but the fear of disappointment rooted him, trapped in a cycle of indecision and self-doubt.
Alone in the darkness of the warriors' den, Dogbite allowed himself a moment to mourn, a personal testament to the depths of his love. He knew that he could not escape the pain, but he hoped that in time, he would reconcile the conflicting pieces of his identity as he navigated the uncertain path that lay ahead. Until then, he remained boxed in a limbo of grief and longing, his heart heavy with the weight of reality. That he could be just as lonely even when in the proximity of friends.
Wound tightly into his own psyche they neglected to notice the sound of paw steps approaching.
- @Honeysplash I know it's late but I was thinking this could be set a little bit before Honey moved into the nursery!
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✧ LH cinnamon tabby high white blue eye
✧ npc x npc ; sibling to crescent and bear
✧ skyclan lead warrior ; ex-loner
✧ 34 moons old ; birthday 07/01
✧ AFAB ; nonbinary ; he/they
✧ pansexual ; polyromantic ; single
✧ "speech", thought, attack, powerplay
✧ peaceful powerplay allowed
✧ penned by tasmagoric
