— she struggled to recognize the woman who emerged from the nighttime, the woman who moved with hesitation, spoke words of disbelief and heartache. it was hard to recognize the skyclan warrior as someone finchblossom loved when all she could see was her own reflection, ghostly and shattered, staring back at her. molten eyes had cooled, red rimmed despair. the young woman of treetops and flames was now reduced to the same ash that littered finchblossom’s home, and finch wanted to cry at the sight of it. of her.
”mothshine,” she breathed, voice edging the steep drop into weepiness. at once, finchblossom was rushing to her, burying her face in the crook of moth’s neck and shoulder, stealing away the comfort of her touch as if nothing had ever happened to them. offering her own touch in return because it was still second nature. and finchblossom released a breath she didn’t know she was holding, sharply inhaling the scent of her lost love along with all of the sorrow the skyclan girl had been burdened with. ”i’m here... i’m here, moth,” she mewed, moving to brush her muzzle against her cheek. they weren’t together anymore, finch knew it, but she could see her sweet mothshine like this and not touch her, not comfort her. she couldn’t, she couldn’t, she couldn’t. ”you look so tired,” the little medic worried, ”mothshine...” and selfishly she longed for moth’s touch as well. a touch that wasn’t hers to take, yet she reached for it anyways.
blue met bronze. finch didn’t easily read others, wasn’t good at inferring, but there was no denying the hurt that her diorite girl wore like a second pelt. she wanted to help her, she wanted to heal her, take it away, deal with it for her, but she couldn’t. she didn’t know how. she couldn’t fix this with cobwebs, she couldn’t fix this. ”i-i’m sorry, moe, i’m sorry.” i wasn’t here for you, you needed me and i wasn’t here. and it hurt. it hurt more than moth telling her goodbye, hurt more than dying, hurt more than anything. everything. oh, stars, what have you done to her? and how dare you? how dare you? ”i’m here. i’m not going anywhere.” not again. not so easily.