[Dust]

Originally Posted by TheImmortalElder

|| @Fuzzyfeline @North @Dust - I did a mild time skip by roughly a quarter moon, feel like we cant keep dragging Breezy through his torture ahahaha // mostly because I'm too lazy (dont nag me) to have a 5 person rp cause Breezy did need help from Beepaw lol. ||

Breezefeather lay in a nest of heather and grass, the silver tom not looking as frail as he had only a quarter moon ago. He still did not look healthy but after the tom had passed out and had got help from Beepaw, progress was made. He still did not feel well, mentally at least. Yet Mistletoe's voice was gone from his head, the voice that had haunted him for so long was finally gone and the tom had been more like himself... which meant that he tried to get along with the others... which apparently didn't go so well. Apparently ever since his outburst a week ago the tom had obviously hit some nerves. Stretching out the muscles in his right shoulder he looked around. The three others had slept close to the tom, his fur and body still in desperate need of the warmth that was gained from sleeping surrounded by clanmates. He could pick out the tabby fur of Fawnsplash, the slightly yellow fur of Buttercupbreeze and the near ginger tuft of fur that was Goldewhisker. Watching the three cats that had taken care of him better than he had ever had anyone take care of him - except maybe Mistletoe but that was a tale for another day... or was it? Wasn't it better that the others knew the truth of what haunted him? It would help... but he would have to get to it now, now that he had worked up his courage.

Sitting up and gently rousing the others the silver tom cleared his throat, "I think... I think you all deserves to know what's been going on... or what I at least understand that's going on." Gesturing to Buttercupbreeze he spoke to them all again, "You, Buttercup, already know a bit. Yet to cut the chase... I've been haunted by the voice of my gone mate Mistletoe... She left me to raise our daughter alone and I failed at that and that's how you, Buttercup, found me. I was chasing ghosts it seemed. Mistletoe have been whispering to me every day... I have SEEN her. But now... now its stopped. And I feel me again, or somewhat. I feel better... more like me." Breezefeather's voice died out and the tom looked down slightly, in shame or fear or anger at himself he didn't know.

@Fuzzyfeline @North

Truthfully, Goldenwhisker hadn't been sleeping so it wasn't a surprise when Breezefeather had started to rile all of them from... whatever they were doing. And he listened politely as the Windclan tom explained the reasoning behind his behavior. So that's why he seemed so broken and grouchy? It was more conclusive than Golden's 'oh you're just hungry' theory and he felt a bit embarrassed he had even suggested it. "I understand Breezefeather, but... you need to rely on your clan to help. It's not something you can deal with by yourself..." He cast a worried glance to Buttercup and Fawn. "I'm sure we're all willing to help, but you have to let us." Being serious wasn't usually his shtick, so it took a lot of brain effort for the words to string from his mouth.