[oats]

Originally Posted by king kaleb!

@mab

it had been awhile, but clan life seemed to move on.

Wolfdancer had been trying to busy herself. with more and more violence that she was shown, the more exhausted she grew. she only seemed to be be adding scars to her canvas at this point. her fur was once able to be grooms right over them, but now they were bigger, more visible. she felt ugly. but that didnt matter, she would risk every paw for her clan if that meant others could live another day. things had been turning up though, her and honeycomb had been going slow. they shared a nest again, showing affection as well. it felt good. to feel her body pressed against hers again. to smell the sweetness of her fur, fresh honey to honor her name. to have flowers in their nest again like they used to, picking only the softest petals to sleep on. she was growing protective of her again but it didnt hold the same friendliness as before. how her heart would flutter, or her pelt grow hot, how her fur felt so light and airy definitely wasnt platonic.she knew why, and so did honeycomb, but nothing was going to happen. she was content with that now. all bitterness had left her body long ago, stages of acceptance flooding over her. she was becoming her old self. and she would be honeycombs best friend if thats why she wanted her to be.

she sat curled up in the clearing, under a more shaded spot. her dark fur was covered in small snowflakes, looking like mini stars mixed into the pools of black and grey swirls of milkyway. she had been resting for awhile, not tha she really cared. she felt as warm as she would be in a den with the kind of pelt that she had, waves of warmth radiating off of her. lidded yellow eyes stared out into the clearing, ears flickering and listening to the small chatter cats provided. for once it seemed like in awhile, wolfdancer was content and relaxed.

( 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.