She used to be mine -- Brightshine

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    —— FLAXENSUN ——

    Soon to be King

    Her smiling face fills his thoughts as he tries to hunt. He sees her red fur in the brown of the mouse as it weakly skitters away. He lunges for it, racing to keep pace with the equally dehydrated prey. He hears her twinkling laugh in the mouse's thumping paws, sees her challenging tail flick beckoning him to play in the whip of the mouse's slender limb. He sees her running away from him. Sees her escaping paws that had never meant to be cruel in their reach. He sees her slip from his grasp just as the mouse does once he's pounced on it. He can't bring himself to dig his claws in, and it becomes his undoing as the mouse escapes towards the border. Chocking back a cry, Flaxensun forces himself to blink out of the haze. Chasing once more after the item, he leaps and finally tears it's throat, leaving it soaking the marshland with blood - the last source of water the ground might see in a long time. Except he's no longer in his marshland, but instead treacherously close to the moorland border. He looks around, amber eyes startled, before his eyes fall back to the red as it slowly turns black, misplaced as it is in a world far from it's host's bloodstream. Blood was not meant to be spilled, after all. He thanks starclan, but in the same breath curses the very stars for their treachery.

    For he, too, now finds himself in a world he's no longer sure he truly belongs in. Losing the fiery red light he's loved for so long.


    "I'm turning into a pansy again" Flaxensun sighs, pressing a paw to his eye and dragging it down his cheek. But the rough massage does nothing to ease the thud in his skull and the ache in his chest. So he just sits there, watching in grief as the mouse dies at his paws. He feels he's not long in joining it.



    BRIGHTSTAR

    "Speech"





    Someone had once told Brightshine that she seemed to have a sense for unhappiness. It would make sense, wouldn't it? The cat whose top priority in life is to bring smiles to others' faces would have a way to track down ill feelings. It seemed to ring true in this situation, at least, as her white paws carried her towards the small corner of territory that she hardly tread on, except on her way to gatherings. Fourtrees.


    A voice reached her ears, causing them to flicker towards the noise with interest. As soon as they did, the scent of ShadowClan washed over her and curiosity took the reins, guiding the WindClan deputy towards the downtrodden cat. Within moments, she was standing before him, vibrant emerald eyes taking in the sight of the hunter and his prey. It was odd to see the tom so sad; shouldn't a warrior who successfully caught a mouse be elated, especially during these hard times?


    "You don't look like someone who just brought down a meal for their clan," The molly commented carefully, offering a smile as she took a seat. "Flaxenglare, right?" Unaware of his name change, she could've sworn she recognized him from gatherings in the past. Now that she was WindClan's deputy, she thought it was important to commit as many cats to memory as possible.


    "speech."



    I'll work real hard and do my best
    To turn that sad frown upside down