[redshiftreign]

 

you can break a shovel when you break new ground.

purrks: agatha kitty, mind reader, go with the flow

[ @birdie [wingkit]]

the funeral party came and went, and like the coldblooded coward he was, rushwater had stayed behind. cold. cruel. apathetic. those three words drove through his skull like a hammer and nail, and god what a headache it was. his halfbrother lie dead in the dirt somewhere by now and he hadn't even spared him a glance. hadn't even sat vigil or cleaned his fur- there had been no familial love between the two (dominantly due to rushwater's distance). rushwater felt. . . and it made him feel like a monster for thinking it . . . nothing.

apathetic. he slunk out of the warriors den with enouement once he collected himself and the noise had died away. calm and reserved were the two adjectives most perfectly fitting him; like puzzle pieces that neatly slotted into place. manufactured. rushwater found himself standing in the clearing with an unfamiliar stillness, his emotions a mixed stew of regret, calm, anger, apathy, and longing for a connection he had all out rejected.

what was with him and his selfish urge to push everyone away?

that was when a small kit bumbled over screaming something and seeming like they were about to explode with fear or rage or what have you- (admittedly, rushwater was as good with kits as he was with climbing tress. that was to say not at all).

"honeykit," he repeated, sorting through his mind to collect anything he knew. recognition reflected in his indigo eyes as he stared down at wingkit. ah. falcon's spawn.

his nephews. that's what they were. it sent a feeling akin to pain or anxiety through him.

rushwater shook any familial ties from his mind (now was no time to get sentimental, there was work to do and supposedly a kit to find).

"i think honeykit went with the funeral party. don't worry, kid, there's more than half of the clan's warriors out in the territory right now to burry falconfeather. honeykit will get brought home just fine, more likely than not."

and if the party came back without the kit in tow? rushwater would go hunt the little scamp down himself.