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Post by gingerluna on Jul 7, 2019 22:41:32 GMT -6
That caught Bayflower by surprise. He struggled to keep a cool exterior, but he was rocked to his core by the news. Who was Cherrypaw’s father? A rogue? A cat from another Clan? Noting the anxiety on her face, he quickly spoke. “Cherrypaw, it’s okay. You’re okay, sweetheart.” He struggled to think of what to say next. “That’s...a shock. I can’t imagine how much that must’ve surprised you. Are you upset she didn’t tell you sooner?” He suspected the true reason for her discontent, but he didn’t think bringing it up would help anyone.
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Post by niftyshark on Jul 8, 2019 6:54:00 GMT -6
Cherrypaw was indescribably relieved when Bayflower spoke, when his words weren’t ones of judgment. But that meant the words starting pouring out, and she couldn’t stop them. “No!” she said with far more intensity than she’d been showing since the reveal. “I’m upset that I was born at all! I’m a walking broken code, no matter where I go!” She slumped to the ground, head in her paws, but she continued talking, voice growing softer. “W-worse yet when it’s the deputy of another clan. What do the clans even mean, if their leaders can’t follow the code? What of the sanctity of StarClan? I thought the warrior code was never to be broken...” She’d still kept her eyes closed, the only barrier she had against the reality she still didn’t want to face.
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Post by gingerluna on Jul 9, 2019 3:35:29 GMT -6
Bayflower remained silent throughout her storm, knowing it would do no good to interrupt. When she finished, however, he let out a deep breath. "I don't have an answer for you," he replied, stepping forward to nuzzle the young cat. "But I'll say this. The warrior code is a crucial part of who we are, but life isn't black and white. Cats make mistakes. There's no way to change your past, Cherrypaw, or control the actions of others. Who are you going to be?" He stepped back after he'd nuzzled her. "StarClan is real, Cherrypaw. And every cat in StarClan has made mistakes. It's what you do after that matters. Your mother loves you. We all love you. No one here thinks you don't belong, or that you shouldn't have been born. We live our lives like vines twisting to find the light. Even if things seem dark now, keep going. You'll find sunshine. Please, look at me Cherrypaw."
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Post by niftyshark on Jul 18, 2019 9:37:53 GMT -6
The physical touch was a comfort, one she’d been missing for a while. She did her best to listen to Bayflower—the words were reasonable, but it still didn’t do much to salve the conflict rolling inside her. The knowledge still went against everything she thought was true, and it was a huge adjustment... One she wasn’t confident she could get used to any time soon. Reluctantly, she opened her eyes. “T-thank you, Bayflower.” She worked her jaw around as she sought her next words. “What you said makes sense, but... I can’t come to terms with it. Not yet.” Her gaze turned sorrowful before she turned away, needing more time to think.
(fin?)
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Post by gingerluna on Jul 20, 2019 16:41:17 GMT -6
"That's alright," Bayflower responded, glad she'd at least looked at him. "I won't tell a soul," he said, nodding as if to dismiss her as he turned back to the coltsfoot. It was barely sunhigh, and he'd had a day. He wondered if it'd always be like this. He wondered how many more secrets he'd have to keep.
(fin)
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