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    ☾ Batpaw didn't like how her uncle was pushed into the elder's den so early. There had been cats that lived through warriorhood blind, without limbs, and so much more; why did Raccoonhobble's limp mean that he couldn't serve his clan anymore? Batpaw crept into the elder's den, a small rabbit loosely dangling from her jaw. She pushed past older cats and nodded politely as she passed until she made it over to her uncle. She laid the rabbit down softly and smiled to him. "How're you, Raccoon?" she asked quietly, laying down in front of him.

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    Raccoonhobble

    There goes my luck

    There goes my pride


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    A failure, that’s what he was. He lost the one thing he had. It was gone, all gone. He had been sitting in the same nest for days now, he couldn’t make himself get up, what was the point? To go hunting? No, he couldn’t now. He was told to be an elder, a useless elder. He was still so young but his stupid stupid leg, that’s why he was here.


    Cats came in and out of the den but he never payed attention, they would leave him food but he wouldn’t eat it. He couldn’t. He just wanted everything to go black, his head stop spinning his leg stop aching. Then he heard a familiar voice, Batpaw. In all of the confusion in the past days, maybe weeks? He had forgot about her, maybe he didn’t have everything taken away from him? He had told himself that he would be a parent to the young cat. If not for her then for him. “Hey kid.” He tilted his head to look at her, his cheeks were noticeably tear stained from the past days and his body looked more frail than ever. “It’s like being a kit again.” That’s all he could respond with to the question, not his own emotions with the situation, showing her how awful he felt. It wasn’t fair to let a child hold that burden.

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    ☾ Half of the time, Batpaw's brain didn't even acknowledge that her uncle's leg was permanently broken. The other half of the time, she wondered why it mattered. It hurt to see his eyes so red, it hurt to hear the anguish in his voice. "Oh, 'm sorry.." she said quietly, "Being kit is.. no fun." she sighed, her big ears flopping downward. She pushed the rabbit towards Raccoonhobble. "For you... eat, please."


    Raccoonhobble

    There goes my luck

    There goes my pride


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    He closed his burning eyes for a second. He was so sleep deprived, at this point anything could make him cry and Batpaw didn’t need to see that did she? A deep sigh, before he let his blue eyes flick open to his niece’s face. Was it healthy to put so much of his will on the hope he could be better for her? Probably not, but did he care? Probably not. “Don’t be sorry. And no it really isn’t.” He would try to crack the faintest smile, she was trying her best. And what do you say to comfort someone in this position. Really all he lost was a name, but he worked so much longer and harder for that name. So maybe his grieving was legitimate.


    He looked down at the rabbit on the ground, he knew he hadn’t eaten for a couple days. But was he really hungry? He couldn’t feel hungry, just alone. He stared it’s beady, lifeless eyes down. His eyes looked almost the same, not that he could see. “I guess...” a dry swallow down his throat before he licked the fur of the rabbit, finding a spot to tear. He ripped its fresh flesh and let it slip down his throat. “Thank you. How have you been?” He tried his best to hide the fact he pushed the rabbit to her again to share, maybe she would take up the conversation and start mindlessly chewing.

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