[Rani]

Mudhound
Thunderclan Hornet | They/them | 40 Moons
Bilingual T3 | Flock Together T3 | Rapid Recovery | Killer Aptitude T3

The bitter laugh that ripped itself from Mudhounds throat was not theirs. It was not the bubbly bright thing that often rung out in the camp. It was sharp, harsh, mean and thankfully cut off with a cough, a laugh of an altogether different hound who perhaps was a lot less pleasant to be around. A threat to all rather then a boon.


Because honestly? No kidding Wolfhive of course they'd see Redhawk everywhere and it'd haunt them, somehow somewhere the molly had become Mudhounds whole damn life only to see that clearly when she was gone.


Mudhound didnt blame the tom for these mean thoughts though, they were born of the aching too late realization that they shouldnt have wasted time being afraid Redhawk would reject a relationship and that even if they had spoken earlier there was nothing they couldve done to prevent this cruel end anyways. Regrets but the result wouldnt change anyways.


So really it didnt matter and Mudhound discarded the mean side of themselves born of this, knowing Redhawk wouldve hated it and simply said. "So Ill hate everything I see until I can cope with the grief. Makes sense, but I hate hate. Maybe its unfair to her but I wanna just skip all this until Im ok with living again." Because nothing Mudhound could do would bring her back anyways. Because she'd want Mudhound to be happy. Because cats needed them to not fall appart. Because they hated feeling like this. Because for all they wanted to be with Redhawk more then anything letting life stop for this was not even an option.


An odd way to deal with grief, and usually the tripod would hide it to not disconcert others while they tried to support them but screw it. Mudhound more then anyone had right to mourn.





The walk was silent for a time again, tears rolling down brown cheeks as they walked until a distant rumbling perked folded ears up and the tripod focused once more. "Thats... weird. We're heading in the right direction but shouldnt be close enough to hear it." The tripod had a good sense of direction for the twoleg place and things in it given how long they'd lived around it but this.... A large head cocked this way and that and they mused "Thats not car-sorry monster rumbles. Thats something else."



It was something new, something not linked to the loss of Redhawk. They were investigating, if only for a task to take their mind of things and Wolfhive was going with them.



@BEAR.