WHEN THAT HURT GETS THROWN | fireflyglow

[Howlfire]

She has done her best to give her brother a little space these past few days. She has spoken to him briefly, of course, offering an ear if he wished to speak, or just her company if he needed someone to be with. Today, Howlfire is no longer content to sit in the distance and wait for her brother, hoping he might relax enough to speak.

The chocolate torbie pads towards the entrance of the medicine den with a brief 'hello', not bothering to wait for a full invitation inside before she walks in. In some regards, this place is familiar and comfortable to her, a place to speak with kin, so long as there weren't many sick or injured. As to be expected, she finds Fireflyglow sitting quietly inside, his back turned to her. "It's just me, Fi," She mewed, stepping towards him. Her nose gently touched his shoulder blade, alerting him to her presence beside him. She is about to ask him another question when suddenly she is struck by how quiet it is in here, followed by the realisation of how strange it seemed without Dawnglare. If it seemed odd for her, how must it feel for poor Fireflyglow, who had spent so much time here living and working with his mentor? "How are you?" Howlfire asks, once her shock begins to fade. Her tone is gentle and not meant to offend, but Howlfire can't help but look away and frown after she has spoken. What a stupid question! Of course, he had to be feeling terrible! His mentor just died and in one of the most horrible and violent ways imaginable...

Howlfire shifted her weight a little, waiting for something in response from her brother. She turns to look at him, taking in his appearance and expression. Has he slept much? Eaten? Groomed? "I'm worried about you..." Howlfire admitted softly. This wasn't his first loss, but unsurprisingly, this seemed to be hitting him hard. "Have you eaten at all today?" Howlfire pressed. Again, she speaks soft and gentle, but she's cautious about coming across as too fussy, like a mother worrying over accident prone kits. Then again, Howlfire had promised Dawnglare that was exactly what she would do, if and when the time came that he wasn't here anymore...

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[Fireflyglow]

A gentle, yet cold sensation against his shoulder alerts him to the presence of someone, sucking him from the sulking daydreams he had drowned himself in since his mentor's demise. He's staring blindly towards the direction of Dawnglare and Mallowlark's nest, his lips twisted downwards into a saddened frown. Eyebrows pulled together, scrunching in untold emotion. It should have been me. He thinks to himself, though his sister's voice soon pulls him out of his pitiful reverie.

How are you? The question stings like a fresh wound, and Fireflyglow has to hold back the bark of laughter that threatens to leave him. How is he? He feels like how Dawnglare is now, rotting from the inside-out. Like his insides were dying, rejecting all of the food his mate tries to give him. So gentle, so loving was Greeneyes- Fireflyglow was grateful for the tom's adoration for him, his deep love for his childhood friend never wavering even in his worst moments.

The chunky seal point turns his sullen, milky gaze towards his sister to stare quietly towards her for a moment. I'm worried about you.. She states, and Fireflyglow grumbles nonsense in response. Have you eaten at all today? She keeps nagging, keeps talking as if he could just let go of these feelings when he babbles on about them. Why did it matter if he's eaten? He's got enough weight on him to last a while, doesn't he? Last he checked, he was already pretty overweight as it was. "..Not hungry." He dignifies her with a soft response to her question, ignoring her first one. He stares sightlessly towards the bed, the high priest's scent slowly fading now. Soon, it would just be a waste of space for another nest. Perhaps he would move his and Greeneyes' nest there, so they may have more space away from the sick and injured.

His lips wobble, maw opening to speak, before shutting closed. Only to open once more. The voice that leaves his throat is croaking from overuse when he had screamed over his mentor's rotting body. "I should have the apprentices get rid of his nest." He mumbles, shoulders slouching as his head lowers just a bit.​

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[Howlfire]

After grumbling a jumble of nonsense in response, her brother tells her he is not hungry, though Howlfire has her doubts about this. She frowns, glad that he can't see, before she follows his gaze towards the next Dawnglare once slept. His musing of having an apprentice get rid of it makes Howlfire's heart ache. "You don't have to get rid of it...yet," She mews. Obviously, a time would come when it would need to be removed, but there was no need to rush things.

"Are you sure I can't convince you to eat something?" Howlfire pressed, looking at his slightly hunched over form. "We could share a mouse?" It was the smallest thing she could think of on the prey pile. And if he didn't want to eat a lot, then Howlfire would be comfortable eating the rest. "I'm sorry if I'm being pushy, Fi, I just want to make sure you're alright," Howlfire said, apologetic. Again, she is aware of how pushy she seems, but she doesn't want to give up until there's a big enough crack in her brother's walls to let her in. "I...I promised Dawnglare I would look after you and I intend to keep that promise."​