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    EMPTY CHAIRS AT EMPTY TABLES

    copperpaw / thunderclan apprentice / ♀ / tags

    *:･ﾟ✦ Losing an eye had never seemed glamorous in the first place, but Copperpaw expected it to be different. She expected to be torn apart, she expected to feel intense dysphoria, and while she did, her feelings had grown so numb as to not realize how in pain she was. While her mask liked to tell her that the eye could never return and that she would just have to live, learn, and grow from it, the organs of her philosophy desperately wanted her to curl up in the crook of her mother's belly and cry for many sunrises to come. Maybe the dark cat just had no time to sit and think of what happened on that fated night, and she knew that she would have to face the facts, but for now, she was content to lay in her nest at the Medicine Den and try to recover, from both physical trauma and pathological trauma. Moonlight shifted and dappled the ground with every tiny breeze, pushing against the shaking, frail boughs of sage brush and causing the faint light to dance before her. Copperpaw grew mystified by it, watching it intently as the hours ticked on and as the moon came up and over the sky.


    >> sorry for the short post :^(

    XENA DARLING

    Sneaking into the medicine cat den, as she often did, the lilac point moved stealthy through the camp -- it seemed that she was becoming quite the sneak, these days. Nose twitching as she smelled Copperpaw's scent in with the medicine cat's den, the young girl frowned slightly. She hated to see Copperpaw so sick, but it seemed Copperpaw was sick at least half the times she saw the apprentice.


    But of course, she supposed... well, losing an eye was traumatic and a lot to physically recover from. "Moon-watching?" she whispered to the other female, attempting to place her tail-tip comfortingly upon the other's shoulder. Copperpaw probably should be sleeping, but Asterkit liked to leave the mothering to the mothers and Hopeclaw.