The feathery tom gave off the best impression of serenity. Leaving the camp for a short stroll. To even stay in the camp anymore, he thought it was a little too desolate. His paws were resting on the arid, uneven ground where newleaf was just about to bloom. At the cry of birds, his ears perked sharply. His blue gaze darted to where the birds were perched. singing love melodies as they coordinated the flapping of their two wings. Birds already? It didn't strike him as odd. It's just bizarre that they're such impatient little things. As he moved forward to the lacquered willow, he tossed his tail. He recalled the grand name change the willow underwent at the hands of Cinderstar. Not for grievances, but to accept that our loved ones can achieve greater things. It nevertheless climbed onto him like ants despite that. his skin prickling. He wanted to lick those emotions away, much like an anteater would. But he was unable to; why? due to his cowardice. Because he was a coward, he was unable to experience the stages of grieving. He lacks the courage to reason with cats because he was coward.

Maybe a few seconds earlier, he had reached this conclusion. Perhaps he was simply delving more deeply into his emotions. Was despair only a few steps away? He rasped a sigh, thoughtfully considering. He was able to let his concerns go just by being outside alone. His thoughts were free. without the voices of cats obscuring it. He enjoyed the company, of course, but he never had loneliness. Since day one, he had trouble understanding his own emotions. But he occasionally felt a sense of self-denial. Yes, he had a partner, but did he understand true love? Did he even comprehend the laws and limitations governing love itself? He was moving subconsciously while these ideas whirled around in his head like the inevitable whirlpools in his eyes. Searching for the tomb of a certain individual while encircling the willow. Found it. On his daughter's plain grave, he discovered a solitary flower. Where the soil had faded and enormous burials had mixed in. The one flower, though, was insufficient. He turned, looking for something to adorn his daughter's grave. Flowers were nowhere to be found since they were all dead. Then, how did a flower appear? Right there? Who unearthed it? How did they discover one that was so new? He irritatedly moved his eye. There has to be a prettier trinket here. He was pleased to achieve the position of deputy, feeling for the first time a sense of success. ​​However, it was insufficient. He stumbled around in search of any beauty as he walked alone. Beauty to adorn her grave. He failed to locate any. No beauty existed for her that he could find. He renounced. She's dead, am I right? Why am I making such a big fuss for a dead cat?

He laughed mockingly since he was feeling so competitive at the time that he felt like a lunatic. Turning hastily, he moved toward the grave of his daughter. Here was the only flower he could find. Though it definitely will wilt, it still seemed fresh. Her grave was filled with its wilting vigor. He sat with his shoulders arched. He was able to digest his feelings while gazing at her tomb. Though also unable to. His melancholy was capricious. He murmured his greetings to Quietpaw in a croaking voice. "Well, since you departed, there has been silence. You couldn't talk, but you still managed to brighten everyone's day. Why is that so? Maybe in the far future, if you could respond to it for me? You accomplished a lot for cats without saying a single word. You were unique compared to us. Till the very end, Quietpaw, you offered us hope. I'm also sorry that a parent like me was unable to go with you. Could not protect you, support you, or dare to confess to you in front of those blue eyes. I apologize; a father should provide protection. But what do I currently need to protect? I might be the only member of our family left after everyone else has departed. I want to be able to breathe the same air as you; I don't want to be the last. Possibly soon. Where all of this can be resolved, perhaps in the distant future. For you, I'll do it while trying not to despise myself too much." He smiled faintly as he passed her grave. Balancing out the broad grin that was across his mouth. And he simply left after that.

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