• 8/25/24 6:33 pm
- 254 views • 0 today
Added CreditOCs are based off warrior cats
- 13
- 10
360
Part 4/5! This POV features Sparrowtuft!
The art on the main cover is mine, please do not repost it!
Enjoy :>
Click to go to the begining!
–
Sparrowtuft didn’t know what to do.
How could they have grown so far apart? Ever since his spat with Robinsong after her warrior ceremony, she had distanced herself from him.
Robinsong was right to blame him for Scarletsong’s death. She said it- He took her out in that snowstorm. He told her it would be fine. But it wasn’t.
Foxstripe didn’t want to be with his father, either. Sparrowtuft faced him one afternoon and asked him why he was avoiding him. It turned out that Sparrowtuft made a grave mistake naming his daughter- no, former daughter- after his wife. It had affected his son, too.
Foxstripe made him realize that he was ignoring him as an apprentice- and it was all because Sparrowtuft didn’t want his daughter to feel left out.
How could it go so wrong? He was so stupid, and it hurt.
┅┅
Leaf-bare was here.
The feisty orange grass turned into bitter, brown stalks, and the lush red-and-yellow trees turned into cold, lifeless bushes. There was no warm air flowing through the valley anymore. All life was dead.
The days flowing by didn’t get any easier as well. The frost storms raged on, and Sparrowtuft was cooped in the elder’s den, rotting away. His only company was Smallflower, but she spent her time playing with Antlerkit in the nursery.
Sparrowtuft sighed, rolling onto his belly. He rested his chin on the cold dirt ground. From across the clearing, Foxstripe chatted with Goldeneye. It was funny, his eyes were more Green than gold.
Goldeneye was the son of Maskfang, The first deputy of Ravenstar. They were both long gone. A nasty war that the bloodthirsty leader of AbyssClan had obliterated them both.
Maskfang was strict and fierce, and he didn't hesitate to kill someone if they were in his way. He had apprenticed his own son in fear that he would grow soft. Sparrowtuft could definitely see that Goldeneye took after his father, but he was more protective than anything.
Goldeneye would make a good mate for Foxstripe, but his son wouldn’t care for Sparrowtuft's approval.
Sparrowtuft gazed at them. The way they laughed, the shine in their eyes when they looked at each other... It felt so familiar, yet so far away. He longed to feel that way. It was impossible, not in this state.
Thump! A pale ginger cat flopped next to him, scaring the heck out of him. Smallflower laughed.
"Sorry about that, Sparrowtuft. Antlerkit wouldn't let me leave." she groomed her shoulder.
"Hmm," Sparrowtuft mumbled.
She focused her gaze on what Sparrowtuft seemed to be interested in.
"Seems like yesterday when they were young, huh?"
"Yeah..."
"..."
"..."
".."
"Smallflower, I don't know what to do."
She raised her eyebrows. "You could play with Antlerkit."
Sparrowtuft sighed. "No, Not that." He looked down at his paws. "They've been ignoring me, and I don't know how to fix it. I made a terrible mistake, and they hate me for it."
Smallflower looked at him sorrowfully.
Not helping. "How do you make it look so easy?" He asked.
She opened her mouth as if to speak, then closed it. Finally, she said, "My kits and I aren't as close as you think." Her striking green-yellow eyes looked up at Sparrowtuft. "Cypresstail doesn't care for my attention, Stagwish is too busy, and Nectarshine..." She faltered, "... I don't know."
As if to ponder her words, Sparrowtuft looked into the distance. "I'd do anything to make it right. But that'll never happen."
"That's not true," she said sharply. "I know things aren't perfect, and all hope seems lost, but that's okay." She put a paw on Sparrowtuft's arm. "Just work on it, one step at a time."
"I..." He was at a loss for words. "...don't know what to say."
The ginger she-cat smiled at the ground. "That's alright. You'll figure it out." They stared at each other for a long time, and a gust of wind ruffled their fur.
Suddenly, Smallflower yelped. She turned around to find a pale tortoiseshell kit knawing at her fluffy tail.
"Come here, you!" Smallflower snarled playfully, and Antlerkit shrieked in glee as the elder dashed after her.
Sparrowtuft's laugh turned into a sigh. He knew what he had to do.
┅┅
"What?" Foxstripe shaped coldly. "What did you need to tell me so badly? It's cold and I want to go inside."
Sparrowtuft sighed "Yes, I know. There's just-"
"Get on with it." He growled.
Sparrowtuft nodded and cleared his throat.
"I wanted to tell you that I'm sorry."
Foxstripe raised an eyebrow.
"I-I know I neglected you when you were an apprentice. I regret it so badly, and I can never really take back what I did to hurt you." He shuddered. "I don't expect you to take my apology, but I want you to know that."
Foxstripe looked surprised. Shocked, even. They were quiet for a while.
"I..." He gave a frustrated sigh. "...We can- We can call it even. I'm not ready to forgive you yet, but I appreciate it. And I'll try my best to do so."
Sparrowtuft released his breath. He did it. He got it out. "Thank you."
┅┅
That night, Sparrowtuft felt a little lighter.
The breeze felt a little more tolerant, and it felt good. He hadn't felt like this for a long time.
The sun had taken its rest and left the sky draped in a deep blue ambiance. He looked up at the stars as he sat under the mouth of the den.
Are you there, my love? Are you watching us?
He knew there was no way for her to answer. He sighed and climbed into his nest by Smallflower.
As he drifted to unconsciousness, a single star blinked in the sky.
—
Part 5
The art on the main cover is mine, please do not repost it!
Enjoy :>
Click to go to the begining!
–
Sparrowtuft didn’t know what to do.
How could they have grown so far apart? Ever since his spat with Robinsong after her warrior ceremony, she had distanced herself from him.
Robinsong was right to blame him for Scarletsong’s death. She said it- He took her out in that snowstorm. He told her it would be fine. But it wasn’t.
Foxstripe didn’t want to be with his father, either. Sparrowtuft faced him one afternoon and asked him why he was avoiding him. It turned out that Sparrowtuft made a grave mistake naming his daughter- no, former daughter- after his wife. It had affected his son, too.
Foxstripe made him realize that he was ignoring him as an apprentice- and it was all because Sparrowtuft didn’t want his daughter to feel left out.
How could it go so wrong? He was so stupid, and it hurt.
┅┅
Leaf-bare was here.
The feisty orange grass turned into bitter, brown stalks, and the lush red-and-yellow trees turned into cold, lifeless bushes. There was no warm air flowing through the valley anymore. All life was dead.
The days flowing by didn’t get any easier as well. The frost storms raged on, and Sparrowtuft was cooped in the elder’s den, rotting away. His only company was Smallflower, but she spent her time playing with Antlerkit in the nursery.
Sparrowtuft sighed, rolling onto his belly. He rested his chin on the cold dirt ground. From across the clearing, Foxstripe chatted with Goldeneye. It was funny, his eyes were more Green than gold.
Goldeneye was the son of Maskfang, The first deputy of Ravenstar. They were both long gone. A nasty war that the bloodthirsty leader of AbyssClan had obliterated them both.
Maskfang was strict and fierce, and he didn't hesitate to kill someone if they were in his way. He had apprenticed his own son in fear that he would grow soft. Sparrowtuft could definitely see that Goldeneye took after his father, but he was more protective than anything.
Goldeneye would make a good mate for Foxstripe, but his son wouldn’t care for Sparrowtuft's approval.
Sparrowtuft gazed at them. The way they laughed, the shine in their eyes when they looked at each other... It felt so familiar, yet so far away. He longed to feel that way. It was impossible, not in this state.
Thump! A pale ginger cat flopped next to him, scaring the heck out of him. Smallflower laughed.
"Sorry about that, Sparrowtuft. Antlerkit wouldn't let me leave." she groomed her shoulder.
"Hmm," Sparrowtuft mumbled.
She focused her gaze on what Sparrowtuft seemed to be interested in.
"Seems like yesterday when they were young, huh?"
"Yeah..."
"..."
"..."
".."
"Smallflower, I don't know what to do."
She raised her eyebrows. "You could play with Antlerkit."
Sparrowtuft sighed. "No, Not that." He looked down at his paws. "They've been ignoring me, and I don't know how to fix it. I made a terrible mistake, and they hate me for it."
Smallflower looked at him sorrowfully.
Not helping. "How do you make it look so easy?" He asked.
She opened her mouth as if to speak, then closed it. Finally, she said, "My kits and I aren't as close as you think." Her striking green-yellow eyes looked up at Sparrowtuft. "Cypresstail doesn't care for my attention, Stagwish is too busy, and Nectarshine..." She faltered, "... I don't know."
As if to ponder her words, Sparrowtuft looked into the distance. "I'd do anything to make it right. But that'll never happen."
"That's not true," she said sharply. "I know things aren't perfect, and all hope seems lost, but that's okay." She put a paw on Sparrowtuft's arm. "Just work on it, one step at a time."
"I..." He was at a loss for words. "...don't know what to say."
The ginger she-cat smiled at the ground. "That's alright. You'll figure it out." They stared at each other for a long time, and a gust of wind ruffled their fur.
Suddenly, Smallflower yelped. She turned around to find a pale tortoiseshell kit knawing at her fluffy tail.
"Come here, you!" Smallflower snarled playfully, and Antlerkit shrieked in glee as the elder dashed after her.
Sparrowtuft's laugh turned into a sigh. He knew what he had to do.
┅┅
"What?" Foxstripe shaped coldly. "What did you need to tell me so badly? It's cold and I want to go inside."
Sparrowtuft sighed "Yes, I know. There's just-"
"Get on with it." He growled.
Sparrowtuft nodded and cleared his throat.
"I wanted to tell you that I'm sorry."
Foxstripe raised an eyebrow.
"I-I know I neglected you when you were an apprentice. I regret it so badly, and I can never really take back what I did to hurt you." He shuddered. "I don't expect you to take my apology, but I want you to know that."
Foxstripe looked surprised. Shocked, even. They were quiet for a while.
"I..." He gave a frustrated sigh. "...We can- We can call it even. I'm not ready to forgive you yet, but I appreciate it. And I'll try my best to do so."
Sparrowtuft released his breath. He did it. He got it out. "Thank you."
┅┅
That night, Sparrowtuft felt a little lighter.
The breeze felt a little more tolerant, and it felt good. He hadn't felt like this for a long time.
The sun had taken its rest and left the sky draped in a deep blue ambiance. He looked up at the stars as he sat under the mouth of the den.
Are you there, my love? Are you watching us?
He knew there was no way for her to answer. He sighed and climbed into his nest by Smallflower.
As he drifted to unconsciousness, a single star blinked in the sky.
—
Part 5
Character refs/pictures
More like this
Five stages of Grief | Part 2 | AngerStory Blog
Wolfix
8/21/24 8:59
• posted 8/19/24 3:30
274x 11611
CupcakeFrosting6392539
6
koka99cab
cadbane86140
Y2Case
chiseledcash360
Have something to say?