weep not for roads untraveled ( private )

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=2px; font-size: 22pt; font-family: Georgia; text-align: justify; width: 440px; cursor:url(http://cur.cursors-4u.net/cursors/cur-9/cur830.cur), auto; color: black; letter-spacing: -3px;][align=center][b]almondkit.[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=2px; font-size: 7pt; font-family: Georgia; text-align: center; width: 415px; cursor:url(http://cur.cursors-4u.net/cursors/cur-9/cur830.cur), auto; color: black;][size=7pt]The chocolate tortoiseshell bicolor sat near one of the walls of HawkClan's camp, her soft green optics gazing around carefully. Her petite form was set in a well thought-out place, where she could see everyone who walked in or out of the camp, but she herself wasn't all that noticeable. This was good, as there was only one cat in the entire universe that she wanted to talk to right now. Her mother, of course. She had to apologize. She had been a horrible, horrible daughter lately. After Toffee had died, then Gloryvengeance, she knew that things had taken a turn for the worse for Hospitalflowers. But where had she, the Medicine Cat's dear dutiful daughter been?


    Nowhere.


    And she was ashamed of this, because she knew that as a kit she was supposed to be there to support her parents, and not speaking to them at all was definitely not supporting them. So the daughter of Hospitalflowers and Henry Guard continued to gaze around the camp for the familiar figure of her poor mother.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify]Hoho was seated outside of the Medicine Cat Den, shoulders slumped as the quiet feline stared at the gritty rock under her body. She had been more and more distant lately after Gloryvengeance and Toffee's death. After Lightpaw's death she thought she was going to die. But when her Trainee came back, she felt that wound heal.


    But her mother and daughter's death still had taken a very large toll on her. Although the Shaman would never, ever think of suicide, she had begun to see cats drifting towards that conclusion. Most importantly, her father. Russianroulette was threatening to jump off a cliff. She currently didn't know the outcome of the situation but she hadn't seen him around lately so her mind came to the conclusion that he was dead.


    The tortoiseshell Medicine Cat let her hazel eyes wander. Hospitalflowers wasn't exactly sure what she was looking for. [/justify][/fancypost]