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Originally Posted by Lonestar23
"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. |
Sagewhisker held the dark furred tom's gaze. Anger formed in the her emerald gaze, tears falling down her face. Her face bunched into a snarl, a frown forming across her maw. "But I can control them! If I just.... let go, push it all down. Then.... maybe It will go away. Maybe... I can stop myself from feeling." Sagewhisker hissed. The stress, the pain, everything. It was just too much for the scarred molly to bear. Se unsheathed and then sheathed her claws, over and over again. Deep gashes scarred the earth below her. Sagewhisker clenched her teeth together, and then bit her lip for she was afraid that she would continue screaming at the tom in front of her. Every breath she took was forced. If she stopped breathing could....no. She could not abandon her clan just like that, but... no one would miss her. She could just...stop. No. Sagewhisker looked back up at Obsidiansky. She studied his face. There was emotion that seemed... genuine. Obsidiansky could never feel that way for her. Emotions were just a trick, a stunt. Trickery. Nothing she felt was real, genuine. Nothing anyone felt was real. Just a figment of imagination.
"But, I can not really change it if.... it is not real, can I? Nothing we feel is real. Is all just trickery, inflicted upon us." Sagewhisker whispered. She was slipping away, rapidly. Sagewhisker was, slowly but surely, loosing her mind. Everything and everyone she cared about had turned on her or left her, or so she thought. Everything was just a play that StarClan had just set up to break her. Well they had defiantly succeeded in their mission. Everything around her was just a game and she was another one of it's puppets. And guess what? Game over. Sagewhisker did not care anymore. She was done, through with life. "You do not really feel that way about me. You are just trying to spare my feelings. Well guess what? I'm sick of your stupid games. I am done. Done. I am gone. I have lost my mind."