Vinesmoke
15 Moons
He/Him
Tunneler
Windclan
Vinesmoke let out a soft, forced laugh, his smile a little too wide. "Oh, I’m just tired, Windpaw," he said, his voice overly chipper. "Been a lot on my mind, but nothing I can’t handle." He flicked his tail, hoping to brush it off, but the truth lingered under his words. Inside, his thoughts drifted to Owlpaw and Wildfire. Owlpaw’s quiet strength, the way she always seemed to know when he needed someone to talk to, and the warmth she brought just by being near. Wildfire was different—fiery, intense, full of passion. His heart ached for both of them, for the ways he loved them, but in different ways, and how neither one of them could know the depth of what he felt. It was too complicated, too tangled to untangle. He blinked, bringing himself back to the present. "I miss them," he said, his voice quieter now, the mask slipping just slightly. "Owlpaw... Wildfire. They mean a lot to me." His gaze flickered away for a moment, his tail still, as if he was trying to hold back something that wanted to spill out. But he quickly forced a grin back onto his face, shaking his head lightly. "But yeah, I’m alright. Just a little tired, like I said. Thanks for asking." He tried to make it sound normal, but there was something in his voice that hinted at a deeper ache
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