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hornetcall
Oneclan
Dec 22, 2019 22:55:31 GMT
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[attr="class","bandittttttttt3"]HORNETCALL
[attr="class","bandittttttttt2"] As was often the case these days, Hornetcall was returning from camp with two glittering fish clamped tightly in his jaws when he’d nearly trampled a small calico she-cat under his massive frame. He hadn’t seen her until it was too late. He was surprisingly graceful as he stumbled and regained his composure, dropping the fish to the ground in an effort to apologize and see the feline he’d bowled over so carelessly. However, as his golden-green eyes lowered to the face of a beautiful mottled she that held his heart firmly in her claws, his words caught in his throat and the ginger tom quickly lowered his face to hers, gently reaching to nudge her shoulder with his pink nose. “Berrychirp!” He exclaimed before pulling back to look at her, the apology clear in his eyes before he could get the words out. “I’m so sorry. I couldn’t see where I was going, I didn’t hurt you, did I?

He was quick to take a couple of steps back, allowing the she-cat her space after he realized he’d not only trampled her but then crowded her too. He felt his fur grow hot and admittedly, he felt stupid at the way this little she-cat could render his entire brain useless. He was calm, cool, and collected with everyone else - even Huckleberryroot - but she tore down everything he knew just by being near him. It terrified him and part of him knew that was why she needed to be kept away from him. Hell, that was why he thought that Huckleberryroot was bad for her too. She needed something better than either of them could ever be. But he quickly snapped his thoughts away from that, lifting his head and perking his ears, he examined the little she-cat before him. His brother’s possessiveness towards the little calico had made it hard for him to check on her after what had happened, so he used the moment to simply look her over now - hoping he’d be able to get a feel for how she was doing simply by watching her closely.

But unlike others, who might have started by asking if she was okay or trying to comfort her, the tom kept the subject far away from that. He didn’t think it was something she’d want to talk about - because honestly if he was in their paws, he wouldn’t have. So instead, he asked slowly, “Would you like a fish? Or to go on a walk? We haven’t talked in some time, and I’ve missed you.
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PEBBLES
FIFTY-SIX
MALE
HE/HIM
HETEROSEXUAL
WARRIOR
NA
BANDIT
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Berrychirp
Oneclan
Dec 24, 2019 2:42:41 GMT
BERRYCHIRP
Admittedly, yes, the creek bed that made up their camp was indeed coated in a thin layer of snow. However, Berrychirp did not much feel like complaining about it in that moment. She had merely decided, in the spur of the moment, that the nursery was too stifled, and her nest was too empty for her liking. The only kits that had ever come to her in that den lacked the warmth and life she so desired, and she could almost see their tiny lifeless faces everywhere she looked.

What would those that never even made it into the world have looked like?

So, the molly was lying rather aimlessly in the snow somewhere near the middle of the camp, uncaring for the lack of warmth and shelter, when a large weight fumbled over her, pressing her back into the snow with a sound of alarm. A gentle nudge and cry of her name was quick to follow, and when she managed to orient herself from the shock of being quite literally trampled over, she found herself almost face to face with apologetic golden eyes.

She would know that face anywhere.

Though she reeled her head back to widen the gap between them just a little, an action he must have taken as a prompt to back up out of her space, Berrychirp did not have it in her to be angry. She may not have greeted him with a purr or gentle tease over his clumsiness as she might have a few moons back, and definitely would have when she was still but an apprentice, but she did offer him a slightly strained smile and a reassuring blink.

"I'm alright," she assured him, taking the opportunity now to will herself to sit up and shake some of the snow from her pelt. She did not, however, have the drive to do much more than that, and it took a moment for her to get her mind to focus on not worrying him too much. Unlike her mate, Hornetcall had no part in her sadness, and certainly not in reminding her of it...yet she was still guiltily aware that she had been avoiding him, too, lately.

Perhaps she simply did not have the energy to listen to the brothers bicker anymore.

Part of her still wanted to head off, to leave the conversation at that. Not for anything against him, of course - she would hardly mind a comforting presence after all - yet everyone was so insistent on asking her how she was doing, or if she planned to try again, or if her relationship was still okay, that a certain tenseness winding through her body readied her for the inevitable she did not wish to face right now. There was a reason, after all, that some distance had fallen between herself and Huckleberryroot.

Fortunately, the tom surprised her. Rather than asking about her well being beyond being stumbled over, or pestering her about her mate or intentions, he left the option to her. The option for something normal. While her stomach still curled at the thought of food - no matter how love for water vole, she had barely been able to stomach the one she ate this morning, only poor little Spiderpaw's insistence carrying her to do so anyway - Berrychirp had to admit that the possibility of a distraction was...tempting. She did not wish to return to the nursery just yet. It felt too...heavy.

"I suppose a walk might be nice..." berrychirp agreed after a moment more of hesitation, gaze flicking up to him almost pleadingly. 'Please don't ask too much,' she thought, hoping the plea would reach to him through her eyes. Either way, the molly would stand, cast a brief look toward the nursery, and shake the remaining snow loose from her fur before absentmindedly pressing herself into his warm golden fur.

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PEBBLES
53 Moons
Female
She/Her
Heterosexual
Queen
Nyara
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hornetcall
Oneclan
Dec 29, 2019 19:53:42 GMT
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[attr="class","bandittttttttt3"]HORNETCALL
[attr="class","bandittttttttt2"] As Berrychirp pushed herself from the ground and shook the snow from her pelt, Hornetcall couldn’t help but feel his chest tighten with guilt. He really should have watched where he was going. Funny enough, if it had been anyone else, he would have apologized and went on his way. He wouldn’t be standing here, babbling his apologies like an idiot. He wouldn’t be watching them as if they were about to shatter at his paws. But he tried to keep his gaze averted as best he could, not letting her see just how truly afraid he was that he’d lose her. He knew she was sad and knowing that sadness was likely consuming her made him want to make everything better. He wanted to pull her close and hold her until she felt better - not that he thought he had the ability to take away that pain. He just hoped that having someone, anyone - other than Huckleberryroot - at her side would allow her the time she needed to heal.

That was why he’d asked if she wanted to get out of camp. It was why he tried to make things feel normal. Because he didn’t want to see her break at anyone’s paw, least of all his. Hornetcall could be an asshole, there was no denying that. But he cared in his own twisted way. And he’d decided long ago that Berrychirp deserved his kindness. That was why they’d been friends for so long and why he felt guilty whenever he fought with Huckleberryroot. Because he couldn’t imagine that it was doing anything but pushing her away from him. If there was anything that Hornetcall wanted to avoid, it was pushing her further from his side.

And when she agreed, his heart felt like it was going to burst with happiness, but he tried not to let that show, instead offering a small nod and a smile. He’d planned on separating himself from her long enough to return the prey to the kill-pile, but then she pressed into his fur and it took everything he had not to wind himself around her and protect her from the world. Giving her a small smile and a soft lick on the ear, the tom looked toward one of the warriors he’d been on patrol with. “Would you mind taking these to the pile?” He asked softly. The younger she-cat rolled her eyes but nodded, giving Berrychirp a sad smile, as if saying she was sorry, before taking the fish and leaving Hornetcall and the calico alone at the entrance of camp.

As much as he regretted doing so, he slowly shifted himself away from her, his tail softly brushing her flank as he turned to leave camp. “Where would you like to go? Have you seen the frozen river yet this year? It’s oddly peaceful.” He admitted, though it had been where he and Huckleberryroot had just fought the day prior. He wouldn’t mention that to the she-cat because he hoped that his brother was smart enough to not bring her into their feud anymore. Especially not now.
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PEBBLES
FIFTY-SIX
MALE
HE/HIM
HETEROSEXUAL
WARRIOR
NA
BANDIT
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Berrychirp
Oneclan
Dec 30, 2019 5:42:52 GMT
BERRYCHIRP
It felt so easy to just lean into his warmth. He did not try to push her, or force her to talk, or make her fake something she did not feel. Instead he just gave the prey to another warrior in favor of comforting her, and though he drew away from her side, it was only enough to begin guiding her toward the camp entrance.

Berrychirp still found herself amazed that no one else saw his kindness.

No matter what everyone else said or all their judgement, ever since they were apprentices he had always been so kind and gentle to her, even in their bouts of teasing or those very few and rather brief arguments. Of course, Berrychirp was not blind to the way he acted toward others, either, especially his brother - she simply did not understand why. What made her so different? Perhaps it was just because she managed to break through that harsher outside layer and burrow herself in before the ice grew back colder than before as he grew older and tougher. It was a shame more did not make it to the warmth inside.

In her mind, he truly was a good friend.

The touch of his tail to her flank drew a soft but muted smile of her own, and she moved close enough to him to brush fur and feel his warmth against the icy cold without inhibiting the ability of either of them to walk. "The river?" she murmured softly. Somewhere close by but peaceful sounded nice, really. Perhaps it would do her good. Berrychirp nodded lightly. "Alright, that sounds nice."

Should Hornetcall allow it, Berrychirp would let the walk fall into silence as they exited camp, letting little more pass between them than the brush of their fur, sound of their pawsteps, and the peaceful silence of Leafbare. It let her mind settle, admittedly, and it was nice to feel the presence of someone close without all the prying questions or expectations. She felt sad, still, but also a little more content all the same.

"Thank you," she offered after a while, voice soft as her gaze finally flitted to meet his for the first time since they left camp. She blinked at him warmly, though her expression was still a little muted and distant as she let her gaze fall back to the river they were approaching. "For not making me talk about it, I mean..."

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PEBBLES
53 Moons
Female
She/Her
Heterosexual
Queen
Nyara
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hornetcall
Oneclan
Jan 1, 2020 4:17:13 GMT
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[attr="class","bandittttttttt3"]HORNETCALL
[attr="class","bandittttttttt2"] He shouldn’t have let her lean into him like this, but if Hornetcall was honest, it felt natural. It felt better than anything he could have ever imagined, just having her this close to him. The ginger tabby tried to distract his thoughts, frustrated with himself for having failed to win her paw - having failed to put himself aside for her. His pride, as it often did, stood in the way. And while Berrychirp had never taken away from that, Huckleberryroot had. And the two had fought relentlessly - she simply ended up on the other side of the coin.

Hearing her soft voice, his lips curled into a smile as he glanced downward at her face. Her smiles weren’t as bright as they used to be - not that he expected them to be. It just pained him to know how sad she truly was, especially considering he viewed it as all of Huckleberryroot’s fault. “I’m glad you think so. Maybe we can even try our paws at fishing? If you still know how.” His tone was light, almost playful as he gently prodded her with his tail before allowing himself to take the lead.

As they made their way out of camp, Hornetcall quickly forgot all of his hunting trip and his own frustrations. While he felt tired - admittedly he could have used a nap - he felt blessed to have the option to be here with Berrychirp. It seemed like as of late, Huckleberryroot was so possessive over the little calico that he hadn’t even gotten to say hello to her without worrying that they’d both get the brunt of his anger. And while Hornetcall could care less what his brother thought about him and how he acted around him, he’d be damned if that oaf thought he could bully Berrychirp in anyway. Just the thought had his muscles tensing, though he quickly looked upward toward the sky and counted backwards in his head in hopes to distract the thought.

The silence between them was comforting. Unlike most cats, Hornetcall didn’t need the air to be filled with words to feel at peace at the side of another cat. Instead, he simply let himself stand tall at her side, comforted by the way her pelt softly brushed against his as they walked. His honey eyes taking in everything as they passed it. Part of it was his training as a warrior to be alert and the other part was knowing he had her in his company. He wouldn’t let anything bad happen - not while he was around.

Her voice was soft - soft enough that he almost hadn’t heard it. And when he realized she’d spoken, he took a moment longer to process the words. “Hmm?” He asked softly, his eyes lowering to meet hers. As she blinked up at him, the tom offered her a ghost of a smile, the corners barely twisting upward before falling again as she continued. He slowed as they neared the river, thinking over his reply before finally saying in a soft tone.

You don’t need more apologies, I’m sure. You’ve probably heard more of them than you need in your lifetime. I just… thought you could use something that felt normal.” He said softly, lowering his own gaze away from her this time, also allowing his gaze to drift to the river that had frozen over. “But please don’t think it’s not because I don’t care. I just… don’t know how else to help.
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PEBBLES
FIFTY-SIX
MALE
HE/HIM
HETEROSEXUAL
WARRIOR
NA
BANDIT
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Berrychirp
Oneclan
Jan 1, 2020 4:48:43 GMT
BERRYCHIRP
The silence was nice. Pleasant and comforting, with his warmth at her side to assure her of his company and chase away the biting chill that threatened to make her shiver. However, when he took her invitation to break this silence, she did not mind. His voice was just as soft and warm, and Berrychirp took a moment to sit down by the edge of the frozen river and lean into him slightly once more.

Her gaze did not trail to him, though it did lock upon their blurry reflections.

"You are helping," she assured warmly, finally lifting tilting her head so that she might lift her eyes to his. "Normal is just what I need right now. And I know you care - you always care."

Sighing softly, Berrychirp let her gaze fall back to her paws, tail curling closer to her body. She felt frail, truly. Yet with him by her side...it did not feel as bad. It felt okay to be frail, like she was not being expected of anything more than to exist at her own pace. "Everyone keeps tip-toeing around me or insisting that I talk about things to feel better, or I just feel so much pressure to act like I'm okay...." Voice softening, Berrychirp hunkered down into the snow, tucking her paws close beneath her and setting her ears partway back.

Her eyes found themselves glued to her reflection again. She did not see a mother.

"But its okay....not to be okay, isn't it?" There was almost a hint of pleading that edged into her tone as she asked, seeping into her gaze as it flicked toward him, searching his face for an answer, before her eyes fell away again. "I guess I always thought I would be a mother, but now...well, it just isn't meant to be..."

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PEBBLES
53 Moons
Female
She/Her
Heterosexual
Queen
Nyara
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hornetcall
Oneclan
Jan 1, 2020 5:29:07 GMT
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[attr="class","bandittttttttt3"]HORNETCALL
[attr="class","bandittttttttt2"] It'd been quite a long time since Hornetcall had allowed himself to be around someone so... vulnerable. It wasn't to say that that was a bad thing. The opposite, in fact. He needed to be more understanding of others if he had any hope in being a strong warrior and being a good clanmate in the future. And funny enough, every time he thought he was making any kind of progress, this little calico waltzed into his life and reminded him just how far he had to go before he could control what was going on inside of him. Seeing her hurting like this tore him to pieces, but he simply watched her in silence, allowing her to speak. It felt bittersweet to hear her repeat some of the things he'd said to Huckleberryroot in his anger.

It meant he was right, but right now, seeing that he was right at the expense of her happiness, it didn't feel like winning. When will you give up on me, Berrychirp. he thought to himself bitterly, knowing that there had to come a day that she'd see him for what he was. Or maybe it would just be the day that Huckleberryroot finally convinced her that he was bad news, that he should be avoided at all costs. He wouldn't have blamed her for disappearing from his life. She needed something better than the both of them.

Yet, her words pulled him back once more and the large tom sighed softly. He knew the pressure of pretending to be okay, albeit not to the extent she did. He pushed himself to the bone every day with too many patrols for no other reason than he needed to distract himself from things he couldn't handle. He had no reason to be so sad - she had every one. And the fact that she felt pressured to get over it made the fur at the base of his neck bristle. But he clenched his teeth, counted to three, and the slowly began, "There's nothing wrong with not being okay. What happened... I can't say I've ever been through anything like it. But I'm sure it's not something that goes away overnight."

Turning his gaze downward slowly toward the she-cat, he felt his heart squeeze tightly in his chest. He hated seeing her this sad. And hearing it from her lips, that she wasn't meant to be a mother, despite what he'd said to his brother earlier, he stepped forward. "Berrychirp... look at me." His voice was soft, though there was a firmness to it when he commanded her attention. When she did meet his gaze, his eyes softened before he continued. "There isn't a cat in this clan who I think could be a better mother than you. I know how much it means to you and I know that some day you will be."

Still, he hesitated before continuing.

"I don't... Think it's you. And before you say that it's just the fact that it's Huckleberryroot that makes me say that, let me finish."

He was quick to interject his own thought, hoping she wouldn't interrupt him before he finished. "I just, can't see how someone like you couldn't be a mother. It seems impossible to me. You're good, and kind. You are warm and gentle. Firm when you have to be, but loving all the same and you light up every life you touch."

He sucked in his breath sharply before continuing, "And Huckleberryroot.... He... Well he tries I suppose. But he's a kit at heart. He follows his heart everywhere and allows his emotion to control his thoughts. If there were any cat that StarClan would doubt as a father, it'd be him. And maybe me too. But he's not... good. Not like you. And it kills me hearing that you're so close to giving up, because I know you."
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PEBBLES
FIFTY-SIX
MALE
HE/HIM
HETEROSEXUAL
WARRIOR
NA
BANDIT
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Berrychirp
Oneclan
Jan 1, 2020 6:43:13 GMT
BERRYCHIRP
While he offered her exactly the words she had expected him to, they offered Berrychirp some semblance of reassurance all the same, enough so that she nodded softly to herself as she listened. Yes, it was alright to be upset - it was natural. There was no rush to get past this, no need to pretend. Right? He seemed to think so, anyway...yet did everyone else? Really, she was not sure. They all seemed to be trying so hard to change how she felt, or maybe that was just her imagination.

Really, Berrychirp was no longer sure at all.

Despite this, however, his voice rung to her in command, and her gaze snapped automatically to his. She did not know what to expect, really, but his eyes were soft and gentle, expression holding nothing but honest belief in the words he spoke. He seemed so certain, it was hard not to believe him. Yet part of her was scared to accept the hope, in case it would go on to shatter again.

The mention of the brotherly feud, however, had the molly frowning. At the very least, though, Berrychirp stayed silent and let the tom go on. The calico knew their sibling rift was strongest on the side of her mate, however she was also aware it settled on both sides. She wished it would go away, yet every attempt to push them together again had always ended in fighting, and eventually she had realized it was not worth trying.

Yet to let her closeness with either slip was not something she had wanted to happen.

Every word he spoke, however, softened her frown and eased her intent to resist believing he. His certainty called out to her hope, her wish, and his words warmed her in the process, until she was peering up at him with hopeful eyes. However, her doubt remained a glimmer, and her fear of it still swirled in those depths as she considered his words, debated, wondered, hoped.

"But if it wasn't me...if Starclan didn't want him...us to have kits then I...What am I supposed to do then?" A frown grew back onto her face as her doubt climbed with it, head ducking again to peer down at her paws once more. "Should we try again? I want to believe I could be a mother but I...I don't think I could go through that again, loosing another litter..."

Her muzzle wrinkled slightly, ears folding back as she drew her tail closer with a paw.

"Oh Hornet..." she murmured softly, gaze lifting slowly back up to his. "I really do want to be a mother, I don't want to just give up but...what am I supposed to do? If it's Starclan's will then I..."

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PEBBLES
53 Moons
Female
She/Her
Heterosexual
Queen
Nyara
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hornetcall
Oneclan
Jan 1, 2020 7:02:27 GMT
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[attr="class","bandittttttttt3"]HORNETCALL
[attr="class","bandittttttttt2"] As was often the case with Hornetcall, he knew what to say to get others to listen. And he knew at the exact moment when she’d started to accept even the possibility that his words were true, the way her eyes softened and she looked up at him with a pleading hope that he’d be able to offer some magical solution that she hadn’t thought of.

The problem was, he had. He’d believed it was all Huckleberryroot’s fault that they hadn’t been successful in their attempts and the solution was as easy to him as it sounded. But Berrychirp probably wouldn’t like the reality of his answer. So instead he remained quiet for several long moments, trying to think of a way to soften the response he made. Slowly, the ginger tom lowered himself to a sitting position a few mouselengths before her, his honey eyes pleading with hers. “Please don’t hate me for saying this.” He breathed out, before looking away from her. “You’ve wasted enough moons on him, Berrychirp. You’ve tried to make it work, now you should find someone new because he can’t make you happy. You can’t stay with him at the cost of yourself.” He whispered.

The golden feline was careful not to direct the conversation his way because as much as he wanted to say that he could be that person, he knew he wasn’t a better option and while he was a selfish and pride-driven asshole, he wouldn’t drag her into his issues. She needed someone who could hold her up. And while he’d have done that and more, he had too much baggage behind him and he wasn’t about to let it weigh her down like Huckleberryroot had.

It wasn’t easy, because he had the capability. Hornetcall knew all he had to do was say the words the right way and she’d listen because that was the type of cat he was. But he’d resolved long ago never to try that on Berrychirp. At least, not the way he did others. He would never lie to her, but he would smooth it over with promises he couldn’t keep.

I want to see you be with someone who can give you everything you want Berrychirp. I want that for you more than anything. And I’m certain if you look, you’ll find someone can give you that.” His eyes were desperate, as much as he tried to hide it. Someone like me. He added internally, but he didn’t dare speak it outloud.

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PEBBLES
FIFTY-SIX
MALE
HE/HIM
HETEROSEXUAL
WARRIOR
NA
BANDIT
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Berrychirp
Oneclan
Jan 1, 2020 7:32:34 GMT
BERRYCHIRP
He moved away - just slightly, but the absence of his warmth was enough to make Berrychirp's hope waver, eyes flitting to his in question as he faced her. His own were pleading, and it felt wrong, strange even. What was going on? He seemed to have gone from comforting her to...to this. She was not really sure what this was. Yet when he breathed out for her not to hate him, instinct kicked in and her eyes widened, ears drawing forward to show she was listening. "Of course not...why would I hate you, Hornet?"

Should she feel so unsettled?

Shaking the feeling away, she set her mind about listening to what he had to say. Only to blink in surprise. Someone else? Seriously? For a moment, something else flashed in her eyes, alongside shock, but she was quick to drown it out. No, this was not some jealousy thing on his part, right? He looked genuinely worried about her, and no matter what he thought of his brother, it was not like he was trying to direct her toward himself. Yet perhaps...was he trying to drive a wedge between them? Sure, she had almost been doing that herself, she knew that, but...she did not meant to, and to think of doing in intentionally...

"I hope this isn't about you and him..." she murmured softly, giving him a brief, sad look, before it morphed into uncertain question. "Did you two have another fight? I know you two don't get along but I...he is my mate, surely I couldn't just..."

Shaking her head softly, she peered down at her paws, torn. She wanted kits, but what he was suggesting...it would be wrong, wouldn't it? Would it not be selfish? Oh, she really was not sure what to do anymore. What was right or wrong. "I really don't want to hurt anyone..." she murmured, before her gaze lifted again to see the desperation in his own. Naive as she was, it did not register as it would to most. Instead, she smiled softly, reaching forward to brush her nose against his cheek in apology. He really did care so much, didn't he?

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that before. I know you just want the best for me," she assured, drawing back to blink at him with honesty in her eyes. "You said this had nothing to do with you and your brother fighting, and I believe you. I was just...surprised."

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PEBBLES
53 Moons
Female
She/Her
Heterosexual
Queen
Nyara
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hornetcall
Oneclan
Jan 1, 2020 8:16:52 GMT
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[attr="class","bandittttttttt2"] Just watching the way her eyes widened and a look of panic - or maybe it was fear - set into her eyes, he wanted to step forward and comfort her. Hornetcall didn’t like to tell her such things to tear her apart. That wasn’t his goal here. His goal was to help her - albeit he may have been a little misguided. His hope to pull himself as far from this situation as possible and try to be honest with her, but StarClan it was hard. He just wanted to pull her to him and protect her. To ease whatever pain she was going through. But Hornetcall knew his actions weren’t as noble with her as they should have been. So he needed… he needed to believe that should they cross that bridge, that it had not been his bullying that did it. He wouldn’t force her into anything. Not intentionally. Misguidedly, maybe, but intentionally, he would not force her down this path.

So when she asked him if he and Huckleberryroot had fought recently, he opened his mouth, to be honest to her. “We did.” He said slowly. He saw no benefit in lying to her about it, certain she’d find out from her hot-headed mate eventually. “But it wasn’t like it usually was. I said some hurtful things to him, I’ll admit. But I told him what I’m telling you now. That you deserve someone better. Someone who can make you happy.” He made no effort to tell her that he could be that cat because honestly, he didn’t know he could. Maybe he could take away the pain for some time, but Hornetcall didn’t trust himself enough to state that he’d be able to keep her happy forever.

Because honestly, Hornetcall knew himself. He knew he could be abrasive and crass. He knew that his pride tended to get in the way. And he wouldn’t drag her down with him.

All the same, he lowered his gaze too at the mention of not wanting to hurt anyone. He couldn’t promise she wouldn’t because if he knew Huckleberryroot, he’d play the guilt card and make sure she knew just how much she was hurting him. “I know, Berry.” He breathed softly, and as she brushed her nose against his cheek, he softly pressed himself close enough to nuzzle the side of her neck. Just enough to try to comfort her, to tell her he was there for her, regardless of whatever happened. “You’re too kind. And I know you’d never hurt someone on purpose, but that doesn’t mean you can sacrifice yourself, either.” He whispered, his voice soft yet words firm as he tried to give her the peace of mind that she’d have his support no matter what she decided - or who.

Because he knew as much as it’d break him to see her leave Huckleberryroot for another tom - a tom other than him - he wouldn’t stand in the way. “It’s okay, I don’t blame you.” He said with a soft laugh, though he did feel a little saddened at the accusation. He couldn’t blame her for calling him out for the feud that had been going on since they had been made warriors. “But I mean it when I say that our fight isn’t why I’m telling you this. I want to see you happy.


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FIFTY-SIX
MALE
HE/HIM
HETEROSEXUAL
WARRIOR
NA
BANDIT
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Berrychirp
Oneclan
Jan 1, 2020 8:46:52 GMT
BERRYCHIRP
While the thought of them fighting saddened her, a fact that shone clearly in her eyes as she listened to his piece, she could not scold him for telling her the truth. She wanted honesty, certainly, and that was what he offered her. At least, she did not doubt that was the case. She trusted him, after all. Why shouldn't she? Still, she could not help but blink up at him with wide eyes, and perhaps, not quite for the reason he might have been expecting.

"What did he...say?"

Really, she was not sure what to expect anymore. Part of Berrychirp felt like she did not really know her mate anymore, and she knew he was far different with Hornetcall then he would ever be with her, or even anyone else for that matter...she was not really certain which was the real him. Hornetcall admitted to his harsh words and the rift between the brothers...Huckleberryroot always seemed to hide it from her so much more than that. Or...maybe he did not? Really it was hard to understand anything lately...she just wanted to curl into her nest and pray to Starclan that everything would sort itself out. Yet praying to the reason things are not going as she wished, she realized, was perhaps a little pointless.

Yet what more could she do? Hurting others simply was never an option for her. Not for her own wishes, she always put others first. How could she go against that? He seemed so insistent on her not sacrificing herself for the happiness of others, yet it was simply the way she had always been, she did not know anything else. So, the molly offered another soft sigh, leaning into his touch, his comfort, and closing her eyes to the world.

"I wish there was a way I could do both, a way I could just...make everyone happy..." she murmured sadly. "To be a mother and just see everyone smile, and watch the kits play and know that they were mine..." Trailing off, the molly smiled peacefully at the picture she had painted in her mind, before it slowly faded to bitter sweet as she returned her mind to reality.

It was simply not to be.

"I know you want to see me happy..." she murmured softly, blinking up at him thankfully. Really she did appreciate his kindness, his selflessness. He was such a lovely friend, and she knew part of herself felt more...but she could not be unfair, to either of them. "But I don't think I could be happy, if it made someone else sad...Surely there must be another way?"

Perhaps she would just have to hope Blossomshine would have another litter, and that might fill the void.

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PEBBLES
53 Moons
Female
She/Her
Heterosexual
Queen
Nyara

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