Post by Hellion on Jun 10, 2019 22:48:03 GMT -5
Love doesn't discriminate
Between the sinners and the saints,
it takes and it takes and it takes
Between the sinners and the saints,
it takes and it takes and it takes
"You should tell her," Cloudyfeather's words were soft and gentle much like her personality. Sunnyheart gave a huff before putting his head back on his paws. Staring out from their shade spot. Cloudyfeather had noticed her brother in a particular mood lately and sensed he needed someone to talk to. She was right.
"How do I tell her that I was scared out of my mind when he came home hurt. That I felt my heart stop when I saw all the blood," He mumbled slightly toward the end, Cloudyfeather using a forepaw to swat his ear lightly.
"You can't wait, there is no waiting for a warrior. Tomorrow she could be gone or you could be and what is important in life will be left unsaid," She urged him as gently, watching the gears turn in his head as he thought further on her point. A flicker of loss in her blue eyes.
"What if she doesn't like me back or worse love someone else," He questioned, rising slowly to his paws, trying to harness the courage he was known for.
"Or she could love you and you can spend the rest of your days in happiness," She countered, headbutting her giant of a brother, purring softly. He returned the gesture with a soft nuzzle to her cheek, quietly thanking her for the advice.
They walked back together, Cloudyfeather heading toward the nursery to watch over Owlmind's kits. He wondered how Quailfoot was holding up given that the kits were nearing their apprentice moons. He hadn't grown up in the Clan like he had but he could relate to what it felt like not knowing the seasons-old traditions that seemed to be bred into each Clan-born cat.
Sunnyheart found himself near the middle of the camp, subconsciously seeking out Larkflower's company. He found her, just a few tail-lengths away but before he could call out to her his voice caught in his throat.
He knew her to be pretty, perhaps the prettiest she-cat in the entire valley but it didn't occur to him until that moment how stunning she was. Sunlight made her brown fur put off a golden hue, the white stark in comparison.
Their height difference never bothered him but from a distance, she seemed smaller. Fragile but he knew her to be fierce when the moment called. She was every bit a warrior as he.
Distracted by her and simply admiring her from afar. He had to blink a few times to bring himself back to the task at paw. Talking to her.
Heading in her direction he cleared his throat awkwardly before dipping his head in polite and formal greeting to her. "Can we talk? Out of camp?" He asked tail low as he waited for her reply.
Sunnyheart
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