
August 26th, 2022, 11:34 PM
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Re: Willow's Rise
cloudyflight - @dino. @neptune @Jayvines
Was Cloudyflight right to be mad at Brightpath for not being here? Surely her love couldn't help it, but how could she mourn this mother-like cat without even a friendly shoulder to cry on?! Her siblings weren't present. Her mate was god-know-where. And she was supposed to show weakness around Nectarflame. Maybe it was because she was so distraught (actually, it WAS because she was so distraught), but she couldn't even muster up the will to glare at the golden Bengal. The Bengal who hated her for a choice, partially empty words that Cloudyflight had blustered during that meeting so long ago. threats and screams and sobs that she had emitted out of emotional instability, out of inexperienced, hotheaded youth. Death threats were serious, yes, but Cloudyflight hadn't used on of the murderous skills she had branded into her mind to use upon Nectarflame, ever, had she?
Watching the golden and silver mound of bloody fur retreat towards the burial grounds, she slowed to let Sparrowflight pass her. Softpaw wasn't coming, which Cloudy understood a bit, but also personally felt that it was selfish of her to not come. Cloudyflight could barely move, Nectarflame was probably suffering from a shattered heart, Sparrowflight had lost an almost sister, and all three of them were moving along because Cindersky deserved that. Her eyes felt like boulders in her head, swollen and puffy from tears that she was barely able to suppress, she found a small cluster of lilacs, and plucked them, feeling her chest tighten and her nose sting with warning of tears. Hobbling blindly, following the sickening stench of her former mentor's blood, she carried the large bouquet of lilacs in her mouth, jaw twitching compulsively as she fought to stay in control.
Silently, numbly, she laid the flowers down in front of her. "Do... you want them on top of the.... the mound o-or with he-her?" her inquiry was directed at both mollys, the mere act of speaking causing her strength and control on her emotions to falter majorly.
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