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    1655496_gVrXiQwOXZKr5lc.gif — SPARKKIT


    There is something special about love. Something that gives it the ability to nurture and nourish, to cure the weak and wounded, to heal the sick and spread that warm, cozy feeling. Something about it that no other thing possesses, something more valuable than gold but something that no thief would ever seek.


    Sometimes, one needs to let go of love, to release a loved one or break a connection. But love is persistent. You kick it out the back door, it runs to the front and rings the bell. You don't answer it, it marches in through the doggy door or the vents or the crack on the side of the skylight in your sister's bathroom. Sometimes, you can never truly get rid of love.


    Sparkkit had tried. She was delighted to have been found by StormClan; they were so kind to her, so sweet, so gentle. They treated her like a princess, gave her everything she ever wanted and more.


    But she missed her family. Sure, they were poor and unstable, but they had loved her too. They'd relied on her to help them get through difficult times, and in turn, they helped her.


    Laying on the bank of a river, she stared at her reflection, her gaze blurred with forming tears. Where was her family? Were they looking for her? Did they think that she was dead?


    Did they still love her?


    Moonbeam walked slowly along the river as she showed Featherpaw various aquatic herbs before stopping. She saw Sparkkit up ahead, eyes filled with tears, and turned to look at her oldest daughter, "Go back to camp...I'll join you later." Featherpaw nodded before quietly taking her mother's bag and making a silent yet hasty retreat. Moonbeam breathed in deeply before slowly letting it out in a long sigh. The medic padded closer to Sparkkit and sat down nearby while speaking in a hushed voice, "Careful, you'll fall in if you lean too much."

    ♚ SEPHIROTH ♚

    this is the end of all hope

    The young male would bound forward and take a seat. Ears perked as he looked at his baby sister. This was not okay. He would not let her feel sad. "You okay?" He asked as he looked to the medic. Ears twitching slightly. Wondering if she knew something.



    thinking | "speech" | tags | plotting

    Created by Elfie

    Moonbeam gazed back at Seph and gave a small nod. The medic had a hunch on what Sparkkit was going through emotionally. She knew the feelings and questions that came with leaving a family that was unstable. Cornflower blue eyes trailed from Seph to Sparkkit, "Do you want to talk about anything?"