- Apr 12, 2024
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The sun changes above, but the cats below are ever-present, ever-stable, ever-strong. And like that, that is what Gravelpaw is. They have not moved much since they returned, watching Vulturekit like a hawk would, fearful of Ebonylights rough paw being placed upon their head, fearful of the same treatment they had received when they had been roughly plopped in the middle of the camp. Gravelpaw stays hunched over, turned slightly away from the kit.
"I'm sorry." it tumbles between their lips so fast that they can't catch it in time no matter how fast their paws scrabble to erase what they just said. They cannot change the present, nor the past. A long sigh leaves them, their figure deflating before the kit. Are they older than him? Or is he older than them? Or are they the same age? Would they have been denmates if Gravelpaw had been born differently? If Mama had not left them behind, would a... kinder cat have come along? Or is it Ebonylight in every way possible, their shadow, their father. In every timeline, would Gravel had turned out the same?
Would I disappoint myself in each life-time? Existential thoughts scare them whole-heartedly. They don't know when they began. They don't know when they'd stop.
"I'm sorry." they repeat, broken, a record. "I know you're scared. But I promised no one would hurt you. I won't let them." they want to go back on what they did, but the prospect of having someone else around the same age excites them. They sharply inhale. They could play games that Gravelpaw had been too scared to ask anyone else about. They could play pretend, pretend that just for a second everything is okay. "...Uhm... Do you know... Of any games...?" its asked awkwardly. They had never indulged in those games, not here, and had barely been weened from their mothers milk when found. How long ago? Two moons now? They bow their head in guilt.
They want to ask if hes mad at them, but the question dies on their tongue much like their motivation to keep the conversation going. They were comfortable sitting here in silence, if he so chose not to respond.
"I'm sorry." it tumbles between their lips so fast that they can't catch it in time no matter how fast their paws scrabble to erase what they just said. They cannot change the present, nor the past. A long sigh leaves them, their figure deflating before the kit. Are they older than him? Or is he older than them? Or are they the same age? Would they have been denmates if Gravelpaw had been born differently? If Mama had not left them behind, would a... kinder cat have come along? Or is it Ebonylight in every way possible, their shadow, their father. In every timeline, would Gravel had turned out the same?
Would I disappoint myself in each life-time? Existential thoughts scare them whole-heartedly. They don't know when they began. They don't know when they'd stop.
"I'm sorry." they repeat, broken, a record. "I know you're scared. But I promised no one would hurt you. I won't let them." they want to go back on what they did, but the prospect of having someone else around the same age excites them. They sharply inhale. They could play games that Gravelpaw had been too scared to ask anyone else about. They could play pretend, pretend that just for a second everything is okay. "...Uhm... Do you know... Of any games...?" its asked awkwardly. They had never indulged in those games, not here, and had barely been weened from their mothers milk when found. How long ago? Two moons now? They bow their head in guilt.
They want to ask if hes mad at them, but the question dies on their tongue much like their motivation to keep the conversation going. They were comfortable sitting here in silence, if he so chose not to respond.
- @vulturekit.
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baby,,gravelkit,, gravelpaw
❥ demi-girl ,, she/they ,, 04 months
❥ duskclan apprentice ,, mentored by thriftfeather
❥ black/blue smoke chimera with high white and blue eyes
❥ "speech, 9d9adf" ,, thoughts
❥ too young to be interested in anything ,, single
❥ smells like heather and pine needles
❥ art by woodlandpest ,, penned by chuff