[graves]

Originally Posted by mab

( ay yo if phrasing sounds awkward in that second paragraph, it's mostly bc im sleepy and can't be bothered to do the second proof on this )

of course it’d move on; that was the way things were.

she’d grown to accept many truths, brutal as they were— she’d grown wiser, as things that grow and learn do. things that grow and do also learn to do and die; it was a cruel predicament, but some of those.. things deserved to, contrary to many popular schools of thought. and someone had died, except honeycomb had no sympathy, no feelings as they dug up a hole and dumped her body into it, aside from some relief, and an almost perverse sense of joy. even if she had forsaken minnowgaze’s words while she had been alive, there wouldn’t be as much catharsis in being able to be there as she watched the earth take that glassy-eyed blue stare and put it where it could never see her love, live, and just be.

so she was in camp, and she was pretty pleased with the way things were going with wolfdancer; she’d managed to squeeze her way back into her good books, somehow. the immense molly’s scent hadn’t changed at all, the feeling of her coarse neck-fur pressing into honey’s back as they slept in a messy pile feeling the way it always had. the amount of scars on her pelt, however, had been steadily rising. as she padded into camp, honeycomb’s lips turned into the slightest frown, but she looked around riverclan’s camp, searching for the aforementioned molly.

aside from all of that, she could say she was.. happy. it was a testament to wolfdancer’s loyalty that she had doubled down in her attempt to stay just as close to honeycomb as they used to be, even if she thought her feelings were unrequited. honey wasn’t sure if she wanted to rebuke the belief that they were just yet, but she would work up to it. kit-steps, after all.

olive-green eyes falling onto the place where wolfdancer lay, honeycomb’s ears perked, her concerned expression morphing into something all the more pleased-- the she-cat looked beautiful as she sat there, her dark fur looking more like the silverpelt on a clear night. quickening her pace, the bicoloured molly raised her docked tail, chirping a nonverbal greeting to her long-standing friend. she’d missed things like this more than she could say.

she had scars but they were fading.

she had tear stains that were worn and old.

she didnt feel longing anymore.

things seemed to move along. they were both trying, that was for sure. they were trying and thats all the wolfdancer wanted. she was tired of trying to push honeycomb away and be angry at her. because she could if she wanted to, she could snarl and scream and she would still stay. so there was no point. there was no point in trying to remain bitter. she was going to try and be happy. that was the point. so, she was, she didnt think to much about the past and was going to try and look beyond that, towards the future. her kits were growing older and moving on to better things, there was no need to check in on them as often. she truly could focus on herself now. she caught a robin earlier! she felt so proud of herself for that. it felt could to be out doing things again, feeling the bitter yet soothing breeze seep into her fur, the rush of the prey under her claws. it felt nice. it felt good.

her eyes opened more from their relaxed state seeing honeycomb approaching. honeycomb. hmm. she missed her greatly. she missed this. even the smallest of things like a chirp in greeting, or eye contact that wasnt filled with regret and broken hope. it was casual, as if nothing happened. cause nothing did happen. they were still in the same place regarding relationships as they were before all of the drama. and as much as it stung, wolfdancer was okay with that. whatever her honeycomb wanted.

she smiled back, lifting her head and give a loud purr in return.