Pierce hadn’t had the greatest day. It hadn’t been bad, but it’d been stressful. Blizzardclan was at war with the Cartel, newcomers he was expected to watch over were pouring in every day now, he had a new child he’d taken as a loose responsibility to look after - Frisk -, the kittens were coming any day now, and he was all alone. Hana was really all he had left. No Robbie, or Rid, or Everett, or even his dearest sister, who had been beloved by many, Lottie.
God, he missed her. Missed her soothing voice, the gentle words she would spare him that could carm even the harshest of storms. Her soft, gentle touch, the smell of herbs and sugar and earth that always clung to her fur. He missed being able to spill his guts out to her, to be able to hold her tightly in his embrace, for even when everything was falling apart around him, he had had her. His anchor.
But one day, just like that, she was gone, just another tragedy added onto the list of many in Pierce’s life.
At first, he had been numb. He hadn’t been angry or distraught when the Ruiner told him and the others about the former Head Medic’s death; it wasn’t until days later, after Chesspieces filled her place, that it all really set in. She was gone, and this time, she wasn’t going to come walking out of the bushes in a new body. She was dead, and it was that realization that smacked him in the face with all of it - the pain, the loneliness, the fear of a world without his big sister. What was he supposed to do? He couldn’t imagine his life without her.
Though, after he had spent a few days locked in his den, not leaving for anything, he had reemerged, and life had started up again. All day, he was distracted, not able to sit around miserably and instead keeping his mind off of the Maine coon. It wasn’t until he climbed into bed each night that she crept back into his head, plaguing him with the intense loneliness and wish for the simplest thing- to have his sister back-, but it was never happening. He was never going to see her again.
The effeminate boy still wore that bandana. That blue bandana, though stained with dirt and her very own blood, that he had found at the scene of the indident, which he wouldn’t think about. Every day, he had it died around his neck, or his leg, or the strap of his leather satchel. It was like having a piece Lottie with him, a sinplistic, and kind of silly, though comforting thought. She still crossed his mind, from time to time - when he passed her old hut, or went into the medic’s den for treatment, and whenever he took the moment to glance doen at his bandana. Hhe pain of her loss had subsided now, only hitting him in his lowest of times, leaving him only with the happy memories of his adoptive sibling.
Today, however, was a low day. He wanted his boyfriend to come home, he wanted Rid, and Witchy, and Mie and Robbie back. He wanted his sister to come back to him, to pull him to her chest and express her love, her pride for him, to walk him through the terrifying steps of pregnancy and help him to look forward to his babies, with or without Ev there. He knew, were she present, that she would be his biggest supporter, but the thing was, she wasn’t, and it hurt like hell.
He crashed into his bed of pillows and blankets for an early night, half wishing he had taken the trek through the cold to sleep at Hana’s instead, but he didn't have the motivation. Tugging off his bag and scarf, he tossed the satchel to the ground and pulled a fuzzy blanket over his dappled form, untying his bandana from his neck and holding it by his cheek. Although incredibly faded, Pierce was certain he could still pick up traces of Lottie’s scent on it, a comforting thing in the moment where he felt so alone and afraid. He could almost hear her voice, feel her paw brush against his cheek as she assured him everything would be alright.
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Next thing he knew, he was standing... somewhere unfamiliar, with no snow or floating islands at all in sight. It was a tiny bit hilly, covered in green grass and assorted wildflowers. A tree or two dotted the landscape, but over all, it was very... weird. He was taller - in his male body, no doubt -, and everything was a little surreal, suggesting the dream, but he, naturally, ignored it, wandering the meadow until he caught sight of a familiar spotted grey form through the tall grass, his breath momentarily hitching in his throat. Was it her? It... it looked like it. But how could he ensure it was-
“Lottie?” he uttered, voice smalland hesitant, as if she would turn around and turn out to be someone else. But, no, he knew his sister when he saw her- but how was she here? What had happened? Where was here? Maybe she would be able to answer his questions.
//mobile & hhh rushed a lil at the end