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Originally Posted by king kaleb!
"It all depends on how you take things in," he started. sure, he had faced some of his own hardships in life. he had been lonely since his birth family died, he had been lonely not taking a mate,"when youve seen as much as i have, you learn there are more things to do than dwell on the past." his tone was a bit more somber, but not completely sad. he had seen it all. he had seen his bestfriends slaughtered in the evil era, he had watched cats die from starvation in the winter, he had seen cats turn and change, become something that they were raised to be and kill anything in their path. each and every scar he could remember by heart, he could tell you how the weather was that day, how the teeth felt in his throat or how the claws felt in his back. "Its about the future, and bringing them up right to be better then yours once was." there was a smile on his face again at the thought of kits. he loved them, and wanted some of his own. he considered frostpaw his own son, and that was enough for him. to take care of someone and leave a paw print in the next generation was the true meaning of life. he was fine with his life though, there wasnt anything he could really do about the past, so there was no reason to dwell on it, but make the futures better than his. |
beetleskip had to agree with him on that. there was no reason to dwell on the past if it did not help you. he understood that once he had gotten over his mother's abandonment and his father's disappearance. he had gotten over his sibling's abandonment, and life went on. he had no close friends, and he avoided others on a daily basis. he wasn't damaged, he wasn't depressed. he was lonely, but other than that, he was fine. he was fine with being lonely. yes, he missed his siblings' warmth next to him, and his father's reassurance, but that was normal. he never dwelled on it. he lived life and life went on. that's how it worked. he couldn't lie that it felt nice, talking to risingcreek he meant. the loneliness ebbed away and his conversational, kind personality was something beetleskip was grateful for. risingcreek could carry on the conversation, even if beetleskip said nothing more than a few words. he wasn't being forced to speak, and he was honest when he wanted others to leave. he didn't want risingcreek to leave. which was, again, different and quite uncharacteristic. it made him chuckle to himself, a small smile upturning the corners of his mouth.
" i... like the way you think, " he murmured absentmindedly, the words just slipping out as he thought them. realising what he said, he clamped his mouth shut and looked away so that risingcreek was no longer in the corner of his vision.