The Silver Moss Sister Time {Closed}

Silverfern padded back into her camp after her day and a half escape to the Windclan tunnels. Her fur was scratched up and a bit bloody from falling often and clumsiness. She finally got back into camp, stomach thin from lack of food. She needed to spill her secret to more people, but who? Her sister, Mossheart, caught her eye. She'd always support me. Maybe even like Ashwing did! She called out weakly for her sister, frail body shaking.

Mossheart's life was a mess. She had her loving, caring mate, Mudfoot, but with her grandfather and leader, Thrushstar, growing paranoid and losing whatever sanity remained, the she-cat was too on edge to notice much. She was busy trying to placate cats, playing the gentle mediator that was often needed. For once, she was resting in the bushes, half asleep when she smelt blood. She snapped out of her doze instantly to see her sister amble in, she looked messed up, but not actually injured. Mossheart considered napping for real, but then she noticed how thin Silverfern looked. Had her sister always been so thin? That couldn't be right. Then Silverfern called out for her, worried, the She-cat raced out to meet her.

"Silverfern? Are you alright? Come sit over in the bushes, you look exhausted. Have you eaten today?" The she-cat was practically rambling, pressed against her sister out of concern, it wasn't like her to look so gaunt and thin. How has she not noticed this sooner?

"N-No..." She said in response to both questions. She said down with her sister, weak body nearly collapsing. She had so much to say, but she was so sore... Everything hurt. She needed to eat something, but she had to confide in her sister first. "M... Mossheart? I n-need to ask... Something." She sputtered.

Mossheart was half tempted to go call Dawnflower to have a look at Silverfern, she was so fragile looking at it tugged at her heartstrings in the wrong way. A part of her was scared that if she looked away, she'd come back to find her sister dead. "You can ask me anything, just as long as you promise to eat afterwards."

She smiled faintly. "A-Alright, alright." She chuckled weakly. "M... Moss... Heart... Do you... Promise... To not reject me, e-even at my wor-worst...?" She asked, locking her eyes onto her sister, who she deeply loved and cared for in every part of her. Please, sister. Please promise. I can't do this without you.