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ROOKFIRE
[ he/him | shadowclan medicine cat app | purrks ]
[ #rookMCA24 ]

hickorykit looked conflicted, yet the older tom couldnt even try to understand what might be going on in the kits head. he hadnt been a kit in so long his memories were fading, the understanding of what it meant to be younger and the thought patterns of such a influencial age slowly being replaced and overwhelmed by new cares and worries. as little as there was, having spent a lot of his formative moons half unconcious, wrecked by repeated coughs in a unfamiliar den and away from all he knew, it appeared there wasnt enough space for even that to remain present in his mind. in reality, it was being drowned by the current moment, nothing he couldnt retrieve late at night, laying still on his side, chest rising with every contaction and expasion of his ribcage and thoughts wandering aimlessly, nudging into memories long thought forgotten. never had he been able to see his sister again though and it kind of hurt, to be left with nothing but a feeling to connect to her despite being the older one. perhaps it was for the best, he was sure she had died alongside his mother, there wasnt really any doubt in that, and it hurt less not remembering anything but her presence. he wouldnt see her until they met amongst the stars, as if total strangers and his heart clenching at the time they lost, but for now it wasnt his business.

the frown didnt fade from rookfires face even as the kit started moving away from him. now that he wasnt really all that responsible for where the kit was (on the way to the nursery hopefully), the medicine cat apprentice finally made his way towards the medicine den. the day had been too long, not filled with lots of stuff too do but with too many thoughts to comfortably process without going insane. thats not what rookfire thought about it though, in his opinion, he wouldnt feel so exhausted if he had tried harder, had more to do, and had, instead of lying around for part of the day, remained on his paws and active. it was nothing but a foul act his body was putting on to protest the work he had to do, a hinderance, a bolder on his path towards the goal.

[ @/rubberratroom ]