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Post by darkwolf45 on Jun 25, 2019 23:53:53 GMT -6
He had days where he felt better, where he could stand the pain of having lost what he had with Rosedawn. Even when she became a warrior again he couldn’t bring himself to try again, there was a rift between them now, one he couldn’t cross. Their paths had long since parted, and so he would have to deal with it. Today though, was not one of the good days. It was not a day where he woke up well-rested, or able to smile or eat. No. Today he was the first awake, having barely slept the night before, his head ached and his fur was matted in places from his tossing and turning. He muttered apologies as he squeezed past other cats and out into the clearing, an aching hollowness in his chest as he sat outside in the morning mist, head bowed and shoulders slumped.
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Post by niftyshark on Jun 27, 2019 9:57:42 GMT -6
There were days when Mousefern was better and days where she wasn’t. She thought a lot about what the future could have held and what it now wouldn’t. The weight of who she lost was suffering. What kind of cat would Quiverkit have turned into? How many more happy memories could she have made with Nettleshade? If she didn’t have Softpaw and Squeakpaw, she didn’t even know how she could cope with living. Not even her unbreakable bond with Marigoldflare would have pulled her out of the darkness if she lost her whole family.
Awakened when she sensed first light, Mousefern lay there, mind churning and spinning. The thoughts on repeat weren’t kind ones—they were needling and self-punishing. She stood from her nest distractedly and walked out, and so consumed was she that she didn’t pay attention to her surroundings. Her paws hit something soft and firm, and she tumbled over what, or who—was in her way. She made a sound of surprise as she fell to the ground.
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Post by darkwolf45 on Jul 1, 2019 21:17:51 GMT -6
Lost in his thoughts, mind turning over and over what he wished he could have changed in his life, from his mother's death, to the distance between he and his brother, the newer rift between him and Rosedawn. He rarely made connections with those around him, anxiety whispering in his ears that one day they would all see the worthless and broken cat he was. They would judge him for being young and stupid, that he was too young to feel so aged and broken down. A sudden pain shot through his tail, a paw on it, and then a body tripping over him, tumbling to the ground.
He stumbled, head swinging around to try and see who it was, an apology already leaving his jaws, "I'm sorry! I shouldn't have been right outside the entrance. Are you okay?" It was only after he registered who it was that he felt even worse, shame prickling his pelt. Leaning forward to try and help her to her paws, he struggled to sound calm and happy, a shaky smile plastered to his face. "I'm sorry Mousefern, I'm mouse-brained. You didn't get hurt did you?"
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Post by niftyshark on Jul 5, 2019 22:50:28 GMT -6
It took Mousefern a long moment to reorient herself. She felt the cat she tripped over help her up, and it took her an even longer moment to register that it was Hollowecho. “Huh? Oh, I’m... okay,” she said slowly, still attempting to process what happened. She sat down so she could finish getting her bearings properly, and the frustration of the situation quickly sprang on her. Could she no longer walk and think at the same time? Was she really regressing that much? She shook her pelt out and faced Hollowecho. “And I apologize for not paying attention. I’ve been really distracted.” Her tone was distant with its solemness, and part of her still felt only half-present at best. No matter what she did, she felt like she couldn’t free herself mentally.
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Post by darkwolf45 on Jul 5, 2019 23:08:05 GMT -6
He bit his lip, watching her with wide eyes as she seemed to gather herself and reorientate, and even then she still seemed...adrift. Such a contrast to the bright she-cat he saw around camp, talking and joking with her sister, smiling when Spiderfrost had nearly bowled her over at the news of kits, the love that floated in the air between her and Nettleshade. And then tragedy. Hollowecho's heart ached for her loss. He had it easier in a lot of ways, his first love was still alive, hers was gone along with one of her kits. He hesitated, not wanting to intrude on her pain, "I..It's okay. I have been too." Hollowecho wasn't too sure what to say, too afraid of stirring up her pain when it was so clear that it was hurting her.
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Post by niftyshark on Jul 6, 2019 11:06:57 GMT -6
She took a moment to reflect on what he said. He was also distracted? By what? She didn’t know Hollowecho all that well compared to some of her other clanmates. She did hear from Rosedawn in the past that she was friendly with him, but as of late she didn’t hear much. Was it something to do with that? Mousefern felt a little uneasy asking him about something personal, even if it was in regards to her own sister. Still, she wouldn’t have minded the distraction. She debated with herself before deciding against, at least for now. “Have you been out of camp yet today?” she asked instead, finding the topic much safer.
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Post by darkwolf45 on Jul 13, 2019 22:52:44 GMT -6
Hollowecho shook his head, then his eyes widened as he realized she wouldn't see that gesture, and his cheeks burned with embarrassment. "Ah...um no. I haven't left camp yet today." He replied, choking slightly on his words, ears laying flat to his skull as he dropped his gaze to stare at his paws. The sun was still just barely having risen over the horizon, and he already didn't have the energy for today. He peeked back up at her, nervous about how to interact with her, not because she was blind, but because he was too broken.
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Post by niftyshark on Aug 3, 2019 18:32:53 GMT -6
“Would you like to take a walk with me then? I think I need to get out of this camp for a bit.” The question was asked lightly, implying that she wouldn’t be upset if he refused. In other words, there was no pressure at all. Company sounded nice, and it seemed even better with someone who was in a similar slump. Mousefern added on, “The clan has patrols out already, so I’m sure if we take it a little easy today, no one would mind...” She trailed off, a hesitant smile on her face. She was sure her and Hollowecho needed it. Pushing themselves bone weary wouldn’t benefit the clan in any way.
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Post by darkwolf45 on Sept 7, 2019 17:47:37 GMT -6
He paused, turning over her question in his head before he gave a reply, voice soft, "Y-yeah. That'd be nice." He tried to not focus on her smile too much, how if reflected the one he gave, despite the fact she couldn't see it. There was a pause from him, gaze sweeping away out over the quiet of the camp, "I could use the air." He murmured, almost to himself.
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Post by niftyshark on Sept 22, 2019 9:12:00 GMT -6
Mousefern nodded with little thought, before she angled herself towards the camp entrance and headed through it. As much as she wanted to let Hollowecho keep his silence on what was wrong, she couldn’t keep from speculating. And worrying. If there was something up with him, that meant something was up with Rosedawn—and she never even hinted as much. It seemed odd that she would give up her position of medicine cat, too.
She had to shake her head several times to bring herself back to the present. She was out here to clear her mind, not to bog it down even more. Mousefern then realized they never decided where they’d go. She faced Hollowecho and said, “Where did you want to go? I was thinking Sunny Rocks would be a nice place to visit right now. It’s calming and soothing there with the streams that run across.”
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