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Pathos
Songthorn trudged along the pines, his head held low as thoughts screamed within his mind. He sighed, his heart torn in two. The Irish-accented tabby had finally gotten over his little crush on the younger male, Burnet, and had fallen for one of his other friends, Claystorm. (I made that up shh) Yet, he had confessed his feelings to the tom, and was utterly broken. Claystorm had found another.
His amber gaze was saddened, although it had happened almost a moon ago. Song blinked slowly, noticing finally how his form had weakened. He was rather thin, having not eaten unless he was forced to. The small tabby began walking again, his paws dragging along the ground. He had ruined it with Clay.
And Burnet.
Songthorn sat down and flicked his ears back agaonst his head. No wonder he was never going to find a mate. He was too rude, too sarcastic, too mean. Too slow. Too stubborn. Too... prickly. His fur bristled, and he felt a sudden wave of hate towards himself.
The only two friends that I've ever had, I drove away! Burnet probably already has a mate, and Clay actually does! Why am I so mousebrained?
Amber orbs dulled with sadness. "I haven't talked to him in so long," He mumbled, his mind on the old friend of his, Burnet. Song let himself fall to the ground, on his side. "I'll probably never speak with him ever again. He most likely hates me now." The tabby's Irish accent had become less thick as he grew, much to his approval.
"I loved him," Song realized, closing his eyes. His tailed curled around his small form, as he attempted to hide himself within the shadows.
"I miss him.."