- Dec 19, 2023
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[ backwritten to after the drowning (tm) @MIDNIGHTASH ]
Everything in her feels tense - like the ball of anxiety in her gut has exploded into her limbs, her shoulders, her tail and more - it's unending, flowing through her like the blood in her veins. She approaches Midnightash on frosted paws, a venom not naturally on her tongue yet lashing out all the same - "You did it...!" There is no one else around. She's picked a moment where their patrol diverts, some for hunting, others to carry on to the SkyClan border. Her tail lashes, brushing aside fluttering snow - the river blue of her eyes seems to leak with fearful tears.
"You and Pebbletail - StarClan, Middy. Why? Why?" They fell through the ice. No one knows exactly how it happened, perhaps rumors have since been tossed around - but the dark furred molly has her own assumptions. She grinds her teeth together and furrows her brow. They're both okay now, a little cold but rest seems to have cleared them both of any trueborn illness. Her shoulders tense as if she is readying to pounce at her former partner. The tears spill to her cheeks, freezing with the chilled air.
"You would have me do it alone, wouldn't you?" She speaks too quickly. Like with Shellpool, expressing her love for the molly's brother before the tom could explain himself, she exposes details and worries and sharp, painful fears. Her mind catches up, a sharp - wait! - echoing in the shadows of whats left. Sanity clings to the ribbons of her anxiety, "You would have me a weeping widow, a lonely mother with no father for my kits? It would make you happy, wouldn't it?" Fuck!
She lets out a shaky breath, a slow step retreating from Midnightash. Her stomach feels queasy, but she's done well with the nausea thus far. "Middy..." she starts again, the anger dissipating into something nearly unreadable, entirely uncertain. She hardly recognizes how she still calls the molly by a playful moniker, despite their split paths. "... please don't..." her voice cracks. She's messed up again - she always messes up.
Everything in her feels tense - like the ball of anxiety in her gut has exploded into her limbs, her shoulders, her tail and more - it's unending, flowing through her like the blood in her veins. She approaches Midnightash on frosted paws, a venom not naturally on her tongue yet lashing out all the same - "You did it...!" There is no one else around. She's picked a moment where their patrol diverts, some for hunting, others to carry on to the SkyClan border. Her tail lashes, brushing aside fluttering snow - the river blue of her eyes seems to leak with fearful tears.
"You and Pebbletail - StarClan, Middy. Why? Why?" They fell through the ice. No one knows exactly how it happened, perhaps rumors have since been tossed around - but the dark furred molly has her own assumptions. She grinds her teeth together and furrows her brow. They're both okay now, a little cold but rest seems to have cleared them both of any trueborn illness. Her shoulders tense as if she is readying to pounce at her former partner. The tears spill to her cheeks, freezing with the chilled air.
"You would have me do it alone, wouldn't you?" She speaks too quickly. Like with Shellpool, expressing her love for the molly's brother before the tom could explain himself, she exposes details and worries and sharp, painful fears. Her mind catches up, a sharp - wait! - echoing in the shadows of whats left. Sanity clings to the ribbons of her anxiety, "You would have me a weeping widow, a lonely mother with no father for my kits? It would make you happy, wouldn't it?" Fuck!
She lets out a shaky breath, a slow step retreating from Midnightash. Her stomach feels queasy, but she's done well with the nausea thus far. "Middy..." she starts again, the anger dissipating into something nearly unreadable, entirely uncertain. She hardly recognizes how she still calls the molly by a playful moniker, despite their split paths. "... please don't..." her voice cracks. She's messed up again - she always messes up.
