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Originally Posted by Ivy
Fogfur noticed his mate in the murky puddle in a shaded corner,
isolated from the other warriors. His eyes showed concern, but his body made no movement to go and comfort her. No doubt she was contemplating her choices that she had made towards their son. He turned away to look at his forepaws, refusing to look at the pitiful sight. When Snowyfur and him had found out the day of their sons' apprenticeship, he had been pleased that his son would hold such an important position in the clan. His mate, on the other paw, had lectured her son before declaring that she was disinheriting Arciticpaw. Fogfur hadn't said anything when she had returned tearfully telling him that their son had run off. Instead, he gave her the silent treatment, deciding not to put his anger out on his mate in case he said something he would regret. He had avoided his mate for moons now; he had stopped sharing a nest with her. He watched as his other son, Rainpaw brought in a coot bird. Once again, Fogfur wished for the hundredth time that he never had a phobia of water. Now it had passed down into Rainpaw who couldn't stand getting into the water, even when yelled at. Instead, Rainpaw tried to make himself useful, but he was never appreciated. Fogfur gave one last glance at the beautiful she cat before focusing his attention on the ShadowClan deputy. I'll bring her some minnows after this. Maybe hunting will help. He thought.
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Rainpaw eyed his father as he passed, depositing the small bird on the fresh kill pile before walking past his mother. However, he backtracked his pawsteps as he gazed at the dismal molly. He hesitated. Was he still considered a disgrace to her? Slowly planning his moves, he walked slowly towards her. "Mother?" He asked, his voice full of caution, but also worry. The pale tom stopped about a fish length away from Snowyfur. Rainpaw was like Fogfur. He had felt traumatized when his best friend had been scared off by their own mother. He had sunk into deep depression as he realized he could never hope to make her proud if he could never swim. The poor tom had forced himself to jump a few times in training, but always had to be tugged out before he drowned or the current dragged him away. Until now, he had avoided the white she cat, but just seeing her so miserable caused him a wave a sympathy. |
As Fogfur walked past her, not even seeming to give another thought, Snowyfur let out a small wail. He didn't know her pain, he didn't know how she felt, and as far as she knew, Fogfur didn't even care. Even if Snowyfur tried to make amends, Fogfur ran away, with the excuse of hunting, even when the fresh-kill pile was full. Snowyfur skulked deeper into the puddle, her white fur took on a dark brown color. It was matted, and all over, there were spots of mud, dirt, and other spots that one couldn't identify. Snowyfur watched her mate leave, and tears started to sidle down her cheeks, and sobs started to come out, uncontrollable. At the sight of her kit, Snowyfur let her face turn to a neutral expression. "Yes? Have you come to yell at me some more? Tell me that I'm a terrible mother? Come to say that you are going to ignore me? Or are you going to kill me...? I suppose I wouldn't mind on that last one..." Snowyfur sighed, her piercing blue eyes misty with memory.