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Originally Posted by Ravenswings
•~’ Silentraven ‘~•
A small, diluted she with gray eyes // Agatha Kitty
Mentions; @ Theraphosa
Silentraven stared at Moonseer, a growl rumbling in her throat. After a moment, tho, she calmed, ears perking again. Yes.. I’m Silentraven. She began, then quickly dove into details.
He.. he was the best cat to have ever lived.. When I was a kit, my parents didn’t like me.. I was often starved, forced to take care of myself. As an apprentice, my mentor would attack with claws unsheathed and teeth bared. It took a terrible blow that he dealt to me to get him to see. I never had a great kithood. Nor apprenticeship. But I had the best mate a cat could ask for.. She sighed as memories hit her, from when she met the Tom, to when she became mates with him, to the time before he disappeared. Me and him have such a closed bond. From the day I met him, I felt free and safe. I have never felt comfortable in camp, not even with the clan to help defend me.. Silentraven admitted, nervous that Moonseer would chase her out of the clan for saying such thing. I miss the feel of his fur.. The comforting scent of his fur as he padded alongside me. He was always there when I needed him. Now he’s gone and it’s like I can’t breathe… She paused, letting Moonseer take in what she had already said. |
Moonseer
They/Them | ShC Warrior | Moons: 20 | Purrks: none
Moonseer listened quietly as Silentraven began to speak of her mate. Her voice changed as easily as the topics she spoke about. Moonseer felt sorrowful that this molly had to go through such life only to have the light she recieved from her mate taken away as well.
After she was finished speaking, Moonseer took their time to think on how to respond before leaning forward ever so slightly and reaching out one of their big paws out slowly, not wanting to spook the still fragile warrior.
"
He sounds like a wonderful cat. More than many usually are. Moonseer spoke lightly, their paw still out just in case Silentraven wanted to take it. "
Take your time, remember though, that isolating yourself with your grief will only add to your misery in the long run."
Moonseer smiled slightly, as they continued, "
I have not lost a mate, for I haven't had any yet. Though I have lost my mother. She was a brilliant cat who loved her clan and family more than the plants love the rain and sun. Though one day when I was still young, her light went out."
Though their voice grew more rough as tears tightened her throat, Moonseer continued to speak, "
She was not lost tragically, she lived a happy, full life. But I wasn't ready to let her go. It took me a long time to realize that the only thing I could do was to take the light she gave me and shine it onto others."
Moonseer hummed a light tune, "
The difference is that you can still hold onto hope. Your love can still be out there. But in the mean time you must protect your light for his return."