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cricketchirp

[attr="class","trait"]NIGHTCLAN WARRIOR

[attr="class","lyrics"]i'm not crazy, i'm just a little unwell, i know right now you can't tell

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[attr="class","fletter"]I

f this situation really was a coincidence, fate or destiny or whatever you would want to call it definitely had a way of choosing individuals. Just yesterday Cricketchirp, on her way to meet one of her friends at the Safe Clearing, had encountered said friend at the Ambush Lake, spending time with a certain tom. She had thought a lot about that encounter when she had went to sleep that night, still unsure of what to think.

Cricketchirp and Badgerscar hadn’t interacted prior to that moment since they were Apprentices, maybe even kits. And when she had seen him or run into him, he had always just walked right passed. A part of her had wondered for quite a while if the gray and white tom even viewed her as a family member. Then again, did he hold any sort of fondness for anybody? When they were younger she remembered he and Hawkpaw spending time together sometimes, but she couldn’t even recall when the last time she saw that was. As far as she knew, yesterday was the first time she had actually seen her larger brother interacting with anybody since they were little.

All of the thoughts in her head and she had still never fully come to a conclusion. She couldn’t deny that she did want to seek him out. Both Badgerscar and Hawkeye both. With both Blackstag and Buckfur either disappearing or leaving in the event of the earthquake, and losing both Lionfang and Ravenflight……her littermates were the only family she had left. Direct family, at least. She had friends who she considered family too, and she had spent time with nearly all of them the day they all gathered at the lake, with a few additions. But there was something that just felt…different, between being with them and being with, say, Hawkeye. She cared for her brother a lot, and, even though she had always been under the assumption that he hated her, she deep down cared for Badgerscar too. Family was family.

And now, after spending a good portion of the night with all of those thoughts running through her head, here she was, patrolling the territory, Badgerscar by her side. The Deputy had called both of their names for the dusk patrol, and somewhere along the way the two had unintentionally ended up stuck together while the others spread out more. She mostly presumed it was for the sake of safety, so that no cat was alone. But man did it make things awkward.

She hadn’t spoken since they left camp. What was she supposed to say? She didn’t even fully know what Badgerscar was like anymore, minus the very brief time they spent together the day before. All she could really think about was the fact that he and Mousepetal, from what she could tell as an outsider to the whole thing, were friends, or something like that. Cricket could remember a very brief moment during that girl’s day out that it was mentioned that Mouse had been spending time with some tom. How could she have guessed that said tom would be her brother?

“I…um……so…..you and Mousepetal……congrats…she seems to like you…..um….make sure you treat her right. I’m…glad you found someone…”

[attr="class","lyrics"]but stay awhile and maybe then you'll see a different side of me

[attr="class","ctag"]tagged Gemini

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TAG: Abyss with Cricketchirp
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The behemoth sire hadn't anticipated what had come today, as it'd never transpired before. Even now, the possibilities appear much more diminutive. Right there he was, patrolling with his sister. The clans had merged, constructing MistClan, which converged with NightClan and RainClan. Despite his conversation with Mousepetal, the tomcat wasn't persuaded about how quickly he'd acclimate to this bewitching transformation. The earthquake had diminished some landscapes and developed new ones, where verdant woodland flourished. It was intriguing yet terrifying what the Earth could manage. However, Badgerscar was alleviated ever since he had reunited with Mousepetal and caught up with her. It was a distraction from the reflections that swarmed his crania daily. The circumstances were unforeseen; he didn't feel uncomfortable, but he'd felt relatively disappointed with himself for sidestepping his sister. Besides, that was one of his only direct family members since the Quake plunged their parents out. Badgerscar's warriorhood was when he'd become independent, meandering from everyone, technically isolating himself from everyone amidst him. His behemoth size and eccentric essence may have pushed others away, considering he hadn't bothered to approach anyone. Cricketchirp had bumped into Badgerscar and Mousepetal conversing the day prior, another unpredictable coincidence.

Badgerscar consistently contemplated the moment; why did he never communicate with Cricketchirp? Cricketchirp practically harbored their parents' attention due to her diminutive physique. It was enviousness, in a way, that gradually dissipated into self-isolation. Badgerscar's avoidance of his sister was predominantly his fault, as he did it to everyone until Mousepetal made an appearance in his life. The bachelor learned more about his own emotions, a petite simper crossing his countenance at the thought of conquering something he didn't entirely acknowledge was feasible. Badgerscar's smile quickly diminished when his sister washed into his brain. The achromatic and alabaster-colored tomcat had been about two tail lengths away from Cricketchirp, hearing the molly's vocalizations about Mousepetal. Badgerscar's glaucous visionaries widened and glistened, full of emotion, and his gaze snapped in her direction. "C-C-Congrats?!" He inquired, overflowing with exuberance and astonishment. What was that speculated to mean? "I-I mean, I'm delighted she likes me, but if you suppose we are a thing," Badgerscar swallowed the thick lump developing in his trachea, "We are not." The tomcat endeavored to compile himself and sustain his unrestrained emotions. His vocalizations were sonorous, which was favorably unorthodox coming from him. What a way to break the silence, Cricketchirp. He couldn't help but feel inquisitive about his sister, but he felt wretched for never preserving a bond with her.

Badgerscar inhaled sharply, preparing for the opportunity of a bottomless conversation. With an exhale, his vocals reverberated, "I'm genuinely very apologetic for never speaking with you," The gargantuan bachelor murmured apprehensively, "As my sister, I should've been there for you spoken to you, at least. I know I should've done this a lot sooner, but I want to be closer with you, as we should be. We are family." Badgerscar shook his crania, virescent visage flickering before he resumed articulating, "I am not a very suitable brother, but I would like to be. I am trying to make myself better." His heart descended to the chasms of his solar plexus, not sure what he was envisioning. He beseeched to StarClan that his sister could pardon him and join him to strengthen their bond. Awaiting for her response was dreadful, churning his myriad of introspections. He never anticipated isolating himself from everyone, as it was indeed unintentional. He had relinquished himself amid his apprenticeship after earning his first prominent scar from Blackstag. During those few moons in the Nursery, he sank into an abyss of misery and boredom. There was no doubt that he sufficed the skills to become a warrior, but his scars consistently hauled him down. Most warriors could be scornful and publicize stories of their scars, but he abhorred them. Thankfully, Badgerscar could relish them a little more, appreciation to Mousepetal.

no one is actually dead,

until the ripples they caused in the world die away.

credit to nat of adoxography.