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Originally Posted by king kaleb!
her tone seemed to hold no emotion in it, until the question was brought up. it was abrupt, daydream noticed, possibly a sense of urgency to it.they kept silent for a moment, slowing their steps so she could walk next to them, instead of behind them. they could've felt her gaze stare right through the back of their head. they wanted eye contact, they wanted something to read. they kept their amber gaze forward, before speaking,¨because you deserved to be saved.¨ they mewed. it wasnt because that they were a medicine cat that it was their duty.they were to heal with herbs, not physical force. daydream didnt have to, but they did, they made the choice to go back down into the flood despite being safe at the very top of the hill inorder to save another life. ¨i didnt need t know you. you couldve been a killer, or the worst being. but you deserved being saved, just as the any of us.¨ with this statement, they took a glance over at her, wanting to give the emphasis that they truly meant what they were saying. after they had saved her, they had almost lost their life. and because of that, they were left with both emotional and physical scars. but if you asked them over and over, they would tell you that they would do it over and over again if it meant that it was one more life they couldve saved. any life was above theirs. |
the look daydream gave her shot through marshfur's chest like ice so harsh and electric that she could have flinched. however, she kept her gaze flat and monotone as ever. she pitied herself for following that tom. there had been nothing stopping her from keeping her paws planted and drowning like she should have in that flood. she pitied herself for a lot of things. the loss of her sister, the loss of her love interest. the loss of her self-worth and will to live. she never expressed it because she knew that for her own pity she would gain pity in return. but most of the time, she felt nothing. you give nothing out and you take nothing in, that's what she learned. it was almost shocking to know that she had once been a kind, sensitive, almost motherly figure at one point. perhaps, deep down, she was still herself. after all, why would she take this walk with a cat she hardly knew? she supposed it was because she felt she owed them something for saving her life.
that icy touch lingered in her heart for a moment before she willed it away. it was the first thing she'd felt in seasons, and she couldn't even tell whether it was good or bad anymore. again, she slowed down and followed a few steps behind daydream, almost as if she were afraid to meet their gaze again. she stared forward. she didn't have anything to say.