Closed The Colony i'll sell my pride instead

[SABLESTAR]

A hardly successful hunt split between the two. Under normal circumstances Sable would have been content with the time spent with Juniper, working together to feed themselves and to enjoy conversation over their rewarded hard work. Today is different- perhaps he had felt different for more than today, though. A single bite taken from a squirrel is all he could stomach despite the coil of hot hunger that burned in his gut. Though he paced back and forth, though his mind raced and his ears twitched as he fought off one thought for another, it is only ever his mate that has seen him ever shaken.

"How are we meant to survive if this goes on?" His claws dig into the damp leaf-litter underneath him in his frustrations. "There's nothing driving the colony to help it thrive. We're less than a moon away from leaf-bare, and nothing's changed... What are we meant to do? What would you do?" Sable paused in his step to finally meet Juniper's gaze. Hawthorne was their friend, after all. Didn't they feel any sort of betrayal over it all? The way they had been abandoned in his weakness.

this heart beats cold like the devil his own

• @juniper
  "mew"
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  SABLE— he/him ･sixty-two moons ･colonist ; no clan ･penned by gonkpilled

  a black and white tuxedo with dark amber eyes

 

[juniperstar]

juniper

what reprieve they might've shared in a split meal goes ruined by his own anxious pacing.... he abandons their prey in favor of stalking back and forth, the shift of his muscles more obvious now that he's grown thinner. if the circumstances were different, she might've complimented him, admitted his hard work has finely toned him. "Maybe we take bigger parties further into the forest," she suggests, watching the foliage grow crushes and tattered under his grasp.

his frustration was growing... and as it got larger and louder, it would spiral out of control. how long could she feed him reassurances before he got tired of nothing changing? could she save Hawthorne enough time to find his footing and take up the mantle his father could no longer maintain?

what would they do?

their lips turn down in a frown, already made nervous by the sudden spotlight. she didn't want for leadership... she trusted Hawthorne would figure it out. things just take time, right? "He's just having a hard time... I wasn't exactly raring to go when my father died either," her tone is sharp, warning Sable that he approaches a line she's unwilling to let him cross for once. "We're all on the same side... We'll do better together than apart, that was the whole point of what Fray started... you know that."