{$title} discussions of death + grief
(🜲) it's been almost two moons since it'd happened. two moons since hazelheart's best friend and dear kin had shattered before her clan. in the days after, the chocolate molly had wallowed in her grief and anger, and hazelheart had watched the cycle of her own sorrow unfold within the leader. barely eating, snapping at clanmates, loonstar is a shell of her former self. hazelheart recognizes it well. seasons ago, this grief had torn her open, spilling her heart upon the forest floor to soak in the blood of her beloved. bracken resides in the stars, far from her and yet only a whisper away. loonstar has just lost her mate, her lover, even if titles had never been confirmed with the clan. serpentberry had been a central figure within thunderclan, within the colony before. hazelheart grieves her, but continues on despite. her leader, however, has lost herself deep in the throws of grief. for two moons, she's let the woman wallow, allowed herself to justify the morose and uncaring tone of her leader. but no cat seems to be doing anything about it, and hazelheart knows the spotted tabby better than most. she needs to talk about it, about her.
she can count her sister-in-law's ribs, can see the circles of sleeplessness beneath her verdant gaze. as the moggy approaches, she breathes in her friend's familiar scent, so similar to bracken's, and yet vastly different. "loon," she starts, almost using the old nickname juni. it's odd to see her leader as anything but the juniper she had once known, the woman who had been hopelessly in love with her now enemy, who had tagged behind hawthorne, who had frolicked with magnoliapeak, honeysucklecry, and hyacinthrain when they were but kits. "lou," she speaks again, golden eyes sharp but warm as she meets the other's gaze. "come for a walk with me?" it's phrased as a question, but her friend has little choice as the burly molly hooks her tail around the other and guides her from camp. frost has begun to decorate the brambles and drying ferns as leaf-bare crawls towards them with aching claws. wordlessly, the two pad through the forest, one leading, one following, until they reach fourtrees.
the earth here is no longer freshly turned, even grown over with moss in some places, but the two women know this place like their own tabby patterning. memories from gatherings past flit through her head, but the storm guard pushes them aside, padding instead to the edge of the clearing. hazelheart moves from her companion's side, towards an overgrown clump of ferns, still green despite the chill. plucking the dried fern from her tail, she places it on the ground, closing her eyes for a moment before she gently plucks a fresh one from the clump and weaves it best she can into her long tail fur. glancing over her shoulder, she meets loonstar's eyes. "talk to me," she pleads, tone low. "and do not push me away, because i will not go." loonstar knows this, knows very little could be said to drive hazelheart from her side. eyes softening, she steps toward the leader. "you loved... love her," there's no need to clarify who she is. the medicine cat's body is curled gently in an earthen bed in rowanfeather's new graveyard, deeper in the territory. "tell me about it. talk to me, lou."
she can count her sister-in-law's ribs, can see the circles of sleeplessness beneath her verdant gaze. as the moggy approaches, she breathes in her friend's familiar scent, so similar to bracken's, and yet vastly different. "loon," she starts, almost using the old nickname juni. it's odd to see her leader as anything but the juniper she had once known, the woman who had been hopelessly in love with her now enemy, who had tagged behind hawthorne, who had frolicked with magnoliapeak, honeysucklecry, and hyacinthrain when they were but kits. "lou," she speaks again, golden eyes sharp but warm as she meets the other's gaze. "come for a walk with me?" it's phrased as a question, but her friend has little choice as the burly molly hooks her tail around the other and guides her from camp. frost has begun to decorate the brambles and drying ferns as leaf-bare crawls towards them with aching claws. wordlessly, the two pad through the forest, one leading, one following, until they reach fourtrees.
the earth here is no longer freshly turned, even grown over with moss in some places, but the two women know this place like their own tabby patterning. memories from gatherings past flit through her head, but the storm guard pushes them aside, padding instead to the edge of the clearing. hazelheart moves from her companion's side, towards an overgrown clump of ferns, still green despite the chill. plucking the dried fern from her tail, she places it on the ground, closing her eyes for a moment before she gently plucks a fresh one from the clump and weaves it best she can into her long tail fur. glancing over her shoulder, she meets loonstar's eyes. "talk to me," she pleads, tone low. "and do not push me away, because i will not go." loonstar knows this, knows very little could be said to drive hazelheart from her side. eyes softening, she steps toward the leader. "you loved... love her," there's no need to clarify who she is. the medicine cat's body is curled gently in an earthen bed in rowanfeather's new graveyard, deeper in the territory. "tell me about it. talk to me, lou."
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HAZELHEART 🜲 tags / toyhouse
🜲 trans molly (she / her) / bisexual, widow of BRACKEN
🜲 63 moons old, ages realistically
🜲 storm guard of thunderclan
🜲 mother to MAGNOLIAPEAK, HONEYSUCKLECRY, HYACINTHRAIN
🜲 mentoring GRIZZLYPAW / mentored by none
🜲 penned by LAVS / message lavendes on discord for plots!
a stocky, medium-haired brown tabby with hazel eyes. this is a large cat with a rippling musculature. hazel's frame is wide and tall, shoulders broad, muzzle and eyes heavy in her skull. chestnut and chocolate fur swirl across her pelt, sliced through with tabby stripes of shadow. her eyes invoke images of a sweet summer's day, honey and brown mingling into a soft amber gold