& I don't know what's got its TEETH in me
This was not his stoic and confident mentor, the cat who held its head high at all times and spoke with a tone all-knowing and encompassing. This weak, russet-colored curl of brittle bones and wheezing breath was not the cat who taught him the importance of shifting moons and herb growth, who rose to stand even after viper fangs found bug's throat. No, this was not Cicadabuzz, there was no buzz, no noise. A shell, the husk left behind. Cicada. Part of him was angry, insulted, furious, to have his beloved mentor in such a state, to see the weakness he was never meant to see -but the rest of him was a kitten crying dejected in the nursery, starving and alone, the creeping winter overtaking him.
Magpiepaw wanted to blame someone, anything, on what had happened but could not. The shadows had been eerily silent though they warped around his father in strange ways, gnarled and twisting vines choking his throat; and the stars the other clans so coveted had also not shone him light. Which way was up? Which was down? Where did he go from here? He did not have his mentor's assured-ness in self, its belief in no higher power than their own. The black and white apprentice stifled a sound that might've been a sob as he changed the dressings, dried blood plastered to the older cat's angled skull - the spiderweb crack of flesh mending in a grotesque pattern between its ears.
"I can't...without you..."" The medicine cat apprentice choked out, violet eyes blurring with tears, he wanted to be like his mentor: he didn't want to cry, to express himself with such raw uncontrolled emotion but he couldn't help it. He was not Cicadabuzz, he was Magpiepaw and he didn't know if that was enough.
"Wake up..."
Magpiepaw wanted to blame someone, anything, on what had happened but could not. The shadows had been eerily silent though they warped around his father in strange ways, gnarled and twisting vines choking his throat; and the stars the other clans so coveted had also not shone him light. Which way was up? Which was down? Where did he go from here? He did not have his mentor's assured-ness in self, its belief in no higher power than their own. The black and white apprentice stifled a sound that might've been a sob as he changed the dressings, dried blood plastered to the older cat's angled skull - the spiderweb crack of flesh mending in a grotesque pattern between its ears.
"I can't...without you..."" The medicine cat apprentice choked out, violet eyes blurring with tears, he wanted to be like his mentor: he didn't want to cry, to express himself with such raw uncontrolled emotion but he couldn't help it. He was not Cicadabuzz, he was Magpiepaw and he didn't know if that was enough.
"Wake up..."
Ooc- @CICADA
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I dream in phosphorescence - Bleed through spaces
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MAGPIEPAW
— medicine cat apprentice of shadowclan
— He/They
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— Solid black w/low white & blue-violet eyes.
— Has 'wobbly cat' syndrome.
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