| ellie |
May 16th, 2024 11:05 AM |
Re: Achilles, it's not much but there's proof [p]
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ﾟ。 Mossfreckle (ShC)
ﾟ･｡･ﾟ they/he ~ medicine cat
❦ The wisp of paws entering his den and scattering the sands amongst the stones perking his oriental shaped ears back as the subtle sound settled on the sensitive within their canals… a hesitancy as the sound stopped mid pawstep, a recognisable gait, freckled nose twitched as the apprentices familiar scent reached his senses… a shuttering relief that it wasn’t mingled with the bittersweet, metallic tang of blood, a rippling of his freckled pelt as pebble contacted with flesh - the pang was light, a barley there prick against his blanket form but it was enough to demand attention, to signal more than a simple passing by, a simple bitter reminiscence of what had been and what wasn’t anymore. A promise made about a moon ago, Cinderpaw had come to call in a favour… a shallow, selfish promise for them both, a shared moment of depravity and longing for a world that no longer existed, a fair and rational world in which the then kit now apprentice had been whole and safe and confident - a lingering sweetness that seemed to be shadowed by the macabre reality and the even more painful moment that she had come to bear. Mossy hues advert themselves from their compulsive organisational task and turn to settle on Cinderpaw, pulling her from peripheral to his full attention as the herbalist rose on his petite white tipped paws and padded from the belly of the den to its mouth to meet the reluctant molly halfway as he stood a few fox lengths or two deeper in the den than she had allowed herself to go out of anxiety or pain or fear he wasn’t sure but it was valid, nonetheless valid was his want to reverse time… well, to readjust the feline to the medicine cats den rather than encouraging her to linger outside, to linger in the further and wither further if she needed assistance past an outing.
❦ ”Come in little flame,” the medicine cat allowed the words to slip from his white twinged maw as he sat, his demeanour calm and open - he wouldn’t force her but within his tones was a calm offering, she was safe here and he wanted her to know that, ”Did you come to ask to go to moonlit groove like you wanted when you where well?” a yes or a no question, a head nod meant for ease… he didn’t mention her leg, he wasn’t actually put off by it at all having seen the whole vivid, crimson painted scene for himself, having taken care of the remnants of her past life but it still sent a soft pang of guilt deep into his tattered heart… fair, fair, fair… it wasn’t fair in the end but when was anything ever fair in the end, someone always lost and some just lost more than others. Angular head leaned forward to lick the apprentice between the ears, it was good to see her continuous, his words uttered not onto an unhearing ear as they had been a moon ago, ”Are you sure you want to go…,” Mossfreckle had no qualms against taking the young molly, Cinderpaw had asked in her own way and now came of her own volition to make truth of his words, it panged as an out of tune note on the symphony of his starry mind, however, a requiem became a cacophony of bitter emotions that had been repressed deeply with his core, within the starless, abysmal confines of his mind… focus, focus, focus… he stood once more a whiskers length away from the jagged cliffs edge, a moments breath away from the sharp jutting stones that would meet him once he fell… the pain of moments and emotions left to fester and wither and die… Mossfreckle had fallen all those moons ago, been consumed by the taunting whispering wisp that plagued his mind, but he wouldn’t fall now he urged himself to claw his way forward and away, to be brave for one of the bravest felines he knew. Shadowed mask snapped down… later, later, later… an incantation, a poisonous cure, he would address his own feeling later, this was Cinderpaw’s time to mourn, he had mourned and now the young molly came to mourn the future she lost… to accept the morbid reality… ”I am ready to go when you are, Cinderpaw,” he meowed in perfect mock confidence… later… still echoing in his starry mind has he rose once more and waited for the apprentice to single their departure.
{ @Neptune. ~ Cinderpaw }
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