private world breaking // edenberry

[spicepurr]

Her paws trail away from the group, short plumed tail waving off her mentor and the others as she diverges to find her little cottage. Coming home has been... difficult, lately. Though with all due respect, as has been staying in SkyClan. Somehow lying to her Clanmates is easier, however, when she doesn't have to return to the source of her untruths and confront them first hand. She loves Edenberry as the other had firmly cemented their relationship as siblings with love and cherishment - but the position she must reside in for the coming moons is hard. It's difficult to avoid that resentment.

But she tucks it aside. She slips into their home through an open window, a mouse hanging from her jaws. "Eden?" she calls out, muffled by the prey she's caught for her sibling, "I've brought you something - it's fresh...!" She tilts her head, discarding her normal hat onto the ground before looking for her sibling once more.

@edenberry ?!​

 

[edenberry ?!]

Another day is passed in lazy, mindless waiting... it is the same passionately orange sunrise, dappled in windswept streaks of clouds. It is the same breeze that strolls through the cracked window, allowing the occasional flying pest in to bother the empty space between their ears. They swat at it, if only to try to be free of such irritating torture and it is the most exercise they feel they've done in moons (an exaggeration of an under stimulated mind, most assuredly). There is only so much time that can be passed with eyes shut tightly against the merciless rays of the mid-day sun... and it is interrupted in equal measure every time their Twoleg wanders into the room of many drawers and clamors about to make bizarre smelling assortments.

She retreats, with a gentle pat to Eden's head in passing, and then the day continues in its monotony again.

The thing they can most look forward to is the nutmeg-colored pelt of their little sister, poking her head in the window with a smile weighed by exhaustion and a patience far beyond her years. They know, with a pang of deep-seated regret, that they've burdened her, even if she tries to laugh through it with idle gossip and chit-chat.

The heady smell of real prey is enough to set their mouth to watering immediately, scrambling awkwardly to sit up where extra weight has made every little movement vastly more difficult. "Spiceeyyyy," they whine playfully, reaching out a paw to hurry her closer, "You spoil me! That smells amazing.. Are you hungry- did you eat yet? We can share!" It is a desperate bid not to see her sulking on a cat tree later instead.

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𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 〰 i can still hear you sing

• -- edenberry / skyclan daylight warrior / any pronouns / 14 moons
  -- mostly white with black pinstripe and green eyes / scarred face and back / heavily round where previously skinny
  -- color #728c69​