Event [#event]

**nyme** · #1 June 9th, 2025, 06:45 PM

Event [#event]

AND IT NEVER MADE ANY SENSE, ANYTHING

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MAGGOTPAW . 12 MOONS . IT/THEY . WINDCLAN
SILVER TONGUE T1

Not too long after the conversation that'd put this idea into its head, Maggotpaw winds up doing what they usually do: whatever they want. Mosspaw's just being too nervous about stuff that doesn't matter, is all, and Maggotpaw isn't going to let a newly-claimed friend of theirs back himself down from getting what he wants all because of a little thing like getting in trouble. Which won't even be a thing now, because Maggotpaw is making itself the one to start this off, and Maggotpaw is very sure that it knows how to do this cleverly enough to make everyone like doing it.

As much as you can be made to 'like' dwelling on a sad subject, anyhow.

"WINDCLAN! Everybody listen to me now, okay?"

The scrawny cat's shrill cry upsets an otherwise lovely dusk. They're sat at the edge of a very pitiful hole (more of a gentle dip) scraped into the ground by inept little paws and decorated with a few nice things; feathers freshly plucked from available prey, whatever field flowers grow within reach around the clearing. Maggotpaw is not a digging-cat, but that's fine, because this grave is only a pretend-thing anyhow.

"It is...hard...to miss someone."

Maggotpaw's sharp, ugly face screws up with a look of concentration. They didn't practice the pitch, going into this. They're winging it entirely. This is not the kind of event that Maggotpaw would ever care to hold if not to satisfy a friend, so it's a struggle to think of just the right words needed to coax out participants.

"Our lives are all about living together and talking together and celebrating together. So when somebody goes away, that means you can't talk to them anymore. You don't sleep or eat with them anymore either. And when they leave forever without dying, that means you never got to celebrate their life, and probably you never even celebrated how much you miss them. Even if maybe they're not dead. And if they did die...if they did die, I am making it allowed that you can be sad about that even if you celebrated. Even if you had a vigil and talked about it to everyone."

You know. Just in case you were wondering if Maggotpaw gives you permission to grieve.

"When a cat becomes a dead-cat, or when they go away forever, then all they are anymore is a story about a cat. You keep stories inside of you, but you have to talk to make them live. As long as you tell the stories then you can keep a cat alive. They can live right between your teeth. That's the closest anybody can ever be to you, did you know? Right here." They bare their little teeth demonstratively.

"So if you miss a cat, I made you their grave. Their body is feathers and flowers now. Even if you don't know if they're dead, or even if they have a real grave. I want you to tell their stories so that you can have them close. Then we will be quiet for a vigil together. And then we will go to sleep. Okay?"