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Re: [P] Reading Silences
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Originally Posted by navarra
Oh, new-leaf. Mothwhisper's eyes slid shut in a slow blink as they recalled nostalgic imagery of the bright season. When the snow melted, and the sun shone warmly once again...that had been a lovely time. Fish had become plentiful, the water fowl had returned, and Mothwhisper could once again enjoy swimming in not-freezing waters. "New-leaf is one of my favorites," Mothwhisper replied in soft agreement, opening their eyes once again.
They thought to the coming future - yellow and red and orange and rotting leaves carried by crisp winds, and the flocks leaving to stars know where. "Greenleaf hasn't gone well," Mothwhisper started experimentally, unsure how even they would feel mentioning their clan's poor luck. "Maybe leaf-fall will be better," they ended, a hint of hope and optimism seeping into their voice. Frecklepaw deserved to look forward to his future, to the new seasons he'd yet to experience without worrying about his clan's sake.
And maybe it was true. Maybe leaf-fall would bring new luck along with its many seasonal changes. Mothwhisper could almost feel it, deep inside of them. The weight could only mean bountiful moons ahead.
Frecklepaw nodded in agreement. He hadn't seen any other Greenleaf's, but he had overheard the older warriors discussing the weather. Chalking it up to a bad omen. Frecklepaw flicked his tail.
"I hope camp is alright." Frecklepaw mewed quietly. "I miss my nest." He found himself saying.
It was an odd feeling. He couldn't sleep in unfamiliar places. Even now, as a new apprentice, he was having trouble falling asleep outside of the nursery. The flood and temporary relocation wasn't much help either. Something about change had Frecklepaw on the fence about it. It could be so wonderful and beautiful, but yet at the same time dangerous and terrifying..
Sad. They were so, so sad for this little cat. Mothwhisper didn't have any truthful reassurances to offer Frecklepaw, and they certainly would not lie to him. No matter how much they wanted to tell him that their viciously flooded camp was fine and he could find his nest again. Anything, everything.
They instead nodded slowly. "I miss it too." But, maybe it was for the best. Maybe it wasn't. Could good things come from this? They didn't know, all that'd happened so far seemed to be detrimental to the clan. Mothwhisper sighed softly and carefully. They just had to stay hopeful, so that they could fully appreciate every little thing that came their way.
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Sad. They were so, so sad for this little cat. Mothwhisper didn't have any truthful reassurances to offer Frecklepaw, and they certainly would not lie to him. No matter how much they wanted to tell him that their viciously flooded camp was fine and he could find his nest again. Anything, everything.
They instead nodded slowly. "I miss it too." But, maybe it was for the best. Maybe it wasn't. Could good things come from this? They didn't know, all that'd happened so far seemed to be detrimental to the clan. Mothwhisper sighed softly and carefully. They just had to stay hopeful, so that they could fully appreciate every little thing that came their way.
Frecklepaw - he/him - 6 moons
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Frecklepaw flicked his tail and took another bite of his meal, finishing it. He sat in the comfortable silence by Mothwhisper's side. He appreciated that they didn't feel the need to fill the silence with meaningless words of comfort. While he understood where most adults came from with their fluffed conversations, filled with optimism they feel that they need to force upon Frecklepaw. Things looked bleak, but he was more than capable of looking on the bright side himself.
Great cats, Mothwhisper hadn't been eating their fish. Sheepishly with a small grin, they set onto that task. Munching away, they reviewed their conversation with Frecklepaw. He said he missed his nest. Was he sleeping well at night? He said he liked being dry. Had the floods been especially difficult for him? Oh, who were they kidding, of course they had. The apprentice looked young, new to his learning days. Had he known how to swim before the camp flooded?
Mothwhisper forced themself to stop thinking of those things. It'd do them no good to worry so much and make themself sadder. They swallowed the last of their fish, orange eyes softening as they looked at Frecklepaw. "Thank you for sharing the good fish," they complimented.
Re: [P] Reading Silences
