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It was about time he did this. For to long he had been avoiding to come here, to visit Rosepaws grave. The pain had been too real, to strong. It was cruel how this world dared to contunie on moving when his friend was dead and buried underneath this dirt. They could have become warriors together. Well, that was not entirely true. Rosepaw would have become a warrior before him. Didn't really matter. It felt unreal that he had been the one who had made it and not them. Rosepaw had dreamed of this day, working so hard to become a loyal and devoted warrior one day the clan could be proud over. Despite how difficult the road had been for them the cinnamon had never given up. Meanwhile he had never cared for this life, never planning to stay for as long he now had. In the end he would have been the one leaving Rosepaw behind. Instead tragedy had struck and here they now stood. Vulturemask was now living his friends dream.
" I'm sorry it took me so long. I should have came sooner." He stood in front of the grave, staring at the pile of dirt. His gaze carried sadness inside of them. He wished he could have taken some flowers with him but no flowers were growing in the leafbare, not what he had seen. Rosepaw had loved flowers, it was a shame his grave not could be buried with them at all seasons. Sometimes when he closed his eyes could still see his face, how brightly he could smile. But also he could see clearly the day when he had made them cry. You're suffocating me!. Regrets that would haunt him forever. There was a long pause, he just standing there to stare blankly, distantly as he fondly thought back on the memories they had shared. " My name's Vulturemask now and...i'm a warrior." It was strange to speak out his new name still, weird to hear others calling him out with that name. But more than anything it was weird that he even had gotten this far.
There was silence again, clearly he find discomfort to speak to a pile of dirt like this. Would Rosepaw even hear him from down here?. If now he could play with the idea that starclan even existed that was. " I'm sorry for what i said to you. I didn't mean what i said. In truth i was able to finally breath for the first time thanks to you.." It finally came, his long overdue apology. He had been holding it in for so long. No one had cared about him back then. To everyone else he had just been this kit who had killed his littermates, making his own mother abandon him out of grief. Now, he knew better. That dream having showed him the truth and he wanted to believe it was thanks to Rosepaw. The point was that when his world had been crashing down Rosepaw had been the one cat who had reached his paw out to him, and since then they had sticked to his side no matter what. " I wish i could have said that to you while you still were alive..." Regret again, his words heavy on his tongue. It was making his face show a pained expression. A rare sight this couple of days since his face was showing less and less emotions.
" I...wish you still were here. I really miss you and...shit, i could have really needed you right now." because without you i'm lost. How would Rosepaw even feel if he knew what he had done?, the monster he had become?. What he was planning to do next....Would Rosepaw even recognize him anymore if he would stand before him right now?. Maybe he would be horrified, terrified of him. The crime he had commit he could tell no soul about it. There was only one path left for him now. " Rosepaw, please forgive me." A pathetic plea. Please forgive me for what i'm about to do. If there was anyones forgiveness he wanted right now it was theirs. It had always been.
" I'm sorry it took me so long. I should have came sooner." He stood in front of the grave, staring at the pile of dirt. His gaze carried sadness inside of them. He wished he could have taken some flowers with him but no flowers were growing in the leafbare, not what he had seen. Rosepaw had loved flowers, it was a shame his grave not could be buried with them at all seasons. Sometimes when he closed his eyes could still see his face, how brightly he could smile. But also he could see clearly the day when he had made them cry. You're suffocating me!. Regrets that would haunt him forever. There was a long pause, he just standing there to stare blankly, distantly as he fondly thought back on the memories they had shared. " My name's Vulturemask now and...i'm a warrior." It was strange to speak out his new name still, weird to hear others calling him out with that name. But more than anything it was weird that he even had gotten this far.
There was silence again, clearly he find discomfort to speak to a pile of dirt like this. Would Rosepaw even hear him from down here?. If now he could play with the idea that starclan even existed that was. " I'm sorry for what i said to you. I didn't mean what i said. In truth i was able to finally breath for the first time thanks to you.." It finally came, his long overdue apology. He had been holding it in for so long. No one had cared about him back then. To everyone else he had just been this kit who had killed his littermates, making his own mother abandon him out of grief. Now, he knew better. That dream having showed him the truth and he wanted to believe it was thanks to Rosepaw. The point was that when his world had been crashing down Rosepaw had been the one cat who had reached his paw out to him, and since then they had sticked to his side no matter what. " I wish i could have said that to you while you still were alive..." Regret again, his words heavy on his tongue. It was making his face show a pained expression. A rare sight this couple of days since his face was showing less and less emotions.
" I...wish you still were here. I really miss you and...shit, i could have really needed you right now." because without you i'm lost. How would Rosepaw even feel if he knew what he had done?, the monster he had become?. What he was planning to do next....Would Rosepaw even recognize him anymore if he would stand before him right now?. Maybe he would be horrified, terrified of him. The crime he had commit he could tell no soul about it. There was only one path left for him now. " Rosepaw, please forgive me." A pathetic plea. Please forgive me for what i'm about to do. If there was anyones forgiveness he wanted right now it was theirs. It had always been.
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