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Originally Posted by Sage
At the sound of Obsidiansky's voice, Sagewhisker's heart fell into a black abyss of confused emotions. How could this be happening? With one sentence their whole worlds had changed. Just like that. Sagewhisker blamed herself for that. Her pupil's acclimated to a narrow shape. She could never imagine how Obsidiansky felt in this situation. She did not even know how she felt about the situation. It was all just so confusing and she desperately wanted to just forget everything that had happened. Sagewhisker had never felt anything for someone like she felt for Obsidiasky. Not Blazingstar. Not Assetclaw. Not...anyone. Her love for Obsidiansky was like nothing she had ever felt before, and now she just felt dead inside. This was Sagewhisker's breaking point. Sagewhisker was gone, and she was not coming back this time. She looked up at the dark furred tom. Her eyes glazed with sorrow. She was weak, lifeless. Sagewhisker limply rose to her paws and met the tom's gaze. Slight tears formed in the corners of her emerald green eyes. Her gaze connected to his as she listened to his words. Sagewhisker searched his face, looking for...something. She did not know what but....something. She inhaled, and then exhaled slowly. The molly closed her eyes for what seemed like an eternity and then opened them, slowly. "And I'm sorry I expressed my feelings." Sagewhisker rasped. "I'm sorry I put us in this position." |
"You can't help what you feel." The dark tom protested, seemingly defending her against herself. At this moment, it looked like her mind was her own worst enemy. And she couldn't help what she felt, there was no way to. Emotions were tricky things, they darted through your mind one after the other and there was no way to get rid of them. Neither was there a way to just change them. Obsidiansky wished he could change his feelings, wished he could tell her that he loved her - that he had always loved her - just like he had heard about when he was a kit. At a younger age, his parents had told him and his siblings the story of how they had met. It was a sweet and wonderful story. There was no heartbreak in it. No drama. It had just been them, inside a tight little friendship circle where everyone was together and eventually they had been too. But Obsidiansky had a wider circle, filled with lots of different cats and not all of them were together. There were, in fact, a few that weren't. "Sage, you can't change you being my best friend. That isn't going to change. And maybe someday... if and when I'm ready, things... could change." The tom admitted. When would he be ready? When would he know that it was time to settle down, that things were changing in his mind? Maybe that would be never, maybe he didn't want to settle down and have a mate and a family. No, Obsidiansky did want a family... he wanted kits someday. He wanted to be able to raise them and tell them stories and love them, but it was likely to be harder then he had thought. Especially if he wasn't ready for a mate. There was always the option of adopting, there were always kits looking for a family, abandoned and lost outside of WindClan's borders. But... the tom wasn't sure. Maybe someday, somehow, he would have a family. Someday. Somehow.