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just play your violin and we will manage somehow [C]
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Subject: just play your violin and we will manage somehow [C] Fri 9 Feb 2024 - 13:33
"I want for us this: that we are well."
Rowansong T5 Warrior | RiverClan | he/him
Sandyshell's nest resided in the medicine den no longer. As soon as Rowansong did something foolish enough to confine him there, she was gone. He didn't begrudge her for it; if anything, he admired knowing when to quit, whether or not the unending stressors of leaf-bare had a part in forcing her paw. The announcement also hadn't been a surprise, so it was hard to feel any misplaced bitterness when it came as something of a fulfillment. At least--no bitterness towards Sandyshell. Rowansong was rife with loathing for himself: wondering if, perhaps, the stress of life wouldn't have been so heavy for her if he'd been a better brother; tearing himself to pieces for being unable to attend her ceremony; scolding himself for mourning the missed ceremony at all, because he could have paid her proper respects if he wasn't so brainless and altogether terrible.
Rowansong blinked, realizing he'd been absently shredding the moss and reedstalks and feathers under his paws. Whiskers twitching, he looked up and blinked towards the other figure in the den. Though Sandyshell had formally moved in with Mistwalker, she was still helping to guide Littlepaw's training in small ways while also managing her persisting sickness. Rowansong's heart ached for her; he wished, just once, that she could be at peace. The den had been quiet except for a few brief words with the now-singular medicine cat, but once Littlepaw had stepped out, the silence simply sat. It was hurting Rowansong's ears now, how heavy it was. Suddenly desperate to hear something, his mouth fell open and he murmured, "I- I am sorry, that I--" Rowansong paused, failing to stifle his wince. His eyes slid back, looking over the haphazard arrangement of his hind limbs, then quickly turned his attention back to his sister. After clearing his throat, he finished, voice cracking, "...I am sorry that I missed your ceremony, Sandyshell. It went well?"
Subject: Re: just play your violin and we will manage somehow [C] Sat 9 Mar 2024 - 19:35
Sandyshell
Her old den felt the exact same, and yet miles away at the same time. Littlepaw was busy today, so at least her focus here wasn't on herbs or treatment for once, it was her dear brother Rowansong. Sandyshell smiled at the thought of talking to him, but that excitement quickly dissipated when she saw the state of the tom. His once witty grin melted into despair. His back legs lifeless and tangled. His tired eyes blinked up at her. She knew he had suffered from what happened at the lake, but just how much it affected him she hadn't expected. Why hadn't she checked in sooner?
Are you okay? she wished to blurt, yet the room's heavy silence closed her throat. Rowansong began apologizing. She stood there, slightly bewildered. His tearful sorrys pained her ears, forcing her own hoarse words, "Don't- Don't be sorry." Sandyshell finally took control of herself and raced to the tom's side. She laid down in front of him and held his guilty gaze. "Why would you be sorry?"
