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ﾟ。 Mossfreckle (ShC)
　ﾟ･｡･ﾟ they/he ~ medicine cat apprentice

Birdkit seemed to flinch a little as he stopped to like her little head and her gaze peered up at him sadly - had she hoped it was someone else… Mossfreckle curled himself around the kit protectively as she spoke in his voice, why she had chosen his in particular he would never know but she recognised the sad tones and inflictions so similar to his in her voice - well his - wondering if she had picked it up form when he had told her his story just a little while ago, huddled up at the mouth of the med den and staring at the starry clear sky… for once he had not felt alone… had this little kit felt the same. Mossy hues focused on the kit and oriental shapes ears perked to intake the somber blunt string of words that exited Birdkit’s mouth… hate… every meaning of the word was cruel and ugly and it hurt a little to hear the word sister spoken in the same way he spoke of his own sister when he had to speak of his long gone kin… this was different, however, so very different.

Feathery tail twitched in annoyance as he realised this was indeed not something he could kill, a part of him was relived to have the ugly pestering aggression cleansed by the rain of reality which had fallen in his starry mind… yet, there was a since of longing and disdain as he settled into the truth of the matter, all he could do was listen and send a silent prayer to Starclan and hope that sooner than later this little kit would find happiness in something. Tension hung heavy and thick in the air and he felt as if he had been entangled - a helpless big of prey in the web of a monster. Comfort… an out of tune note that made the symphony of his starry mind fall apart, the whiskers length of space left in the cliff between starry abyss and reality was now little more than a claw hold - no one would ever see that change and sooner or later he would pull himself out of the void whole and a little battered… but stars help him he wished he could make it all go away… he wished he could tell her everything was going to be okay but in the end that was up to Starclan and as much as he loved the little kit - as much as she was a part of the clans future… she was just a small speckle to the stars that filled the night sky, to silverpelt and its collection of long dead felines.

Soft mossy hues finally unfazed as Mossfreckle shook his head unnoticeably and allowed his calming tones to exit his maw, “Why do you say that,” he ask without a trace of the vindictiveness usually show to little ones who showed any trace of complaint… but this was a big deal to him, it mattered because Birdkit thought it mattered and that was what mattered… “What can we do to solve this problem little birdie?” The question was asked wholeheartedly but he could not deny the selfishness he allowed himself… he wanted to think that something could be done to fix this.. anything to uncontort this kits face and rid the air of the stress and pain that seems to cling to her pelt. Mockingly his mind answered his question… nothing… white tipped paws shuffled slightly in response, a subtle moment so as not to disturb Birdkit how he has once again became a bed for, but his paws flexed into the moist clearing ground nonetheless to ground himself against the pain of insecurity which had become to rake into his already bruised heart… something, there had to be something, he pleaded to himself and to anyone of the stars in his mind that seemed as comforting as their where strife causing.

{ @Micanomancy ~ Birdkit }