Smokefern
|| She/her || 35 Moons || Warrior ||
Smokefern stopped a short distance away from Mosstangle. A quick look and sniff told her that they were alone, which was good. Well, perhaps not so good. The best situation would be for Aldersnarl to show up and explain it all. That, however, was about as likely as finding a source of unlimited prey in leafbare. Quietly, she sighed.
"I don't know, Mosstangle."
Her own mind wandered to her father. Ever withdrawn, never saying what he needed even when he should have. Smokefern was projecting on this surely. Her lack of knowledge on the missing warrior didn't mean she could fill it with her own loved experience.
"'Why' is always the question, isn't it? Maybe he was dissatisfied by clan life, or he felt he had to leave. Or maybe he couldn't come back."
Sometimes, the answers weren't satisfying. It was a truth that Smokefern had learned herself. Her own light blue eyes met Mosstangle's watery green.
"What I can tell you is that it isn't your fault. For whatever reason he's not here, it was ultimately up to him. Don't blame yourself for something out of your control."
( @namen_roodles -heading to bed, will respond tomorrow morning)