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Post by racer on Nov 20, 2021 23:45:07 GMT -5
Southpaw's coat was shining brightly again, unlike her personality. The outgoing she-cat had fallen completely silent, save the screams of terror when even the slightest bit of rubble from the ceiling would land on her. Then there was no calming her down, she would scream and scream. Lashing out at any cat who dared to get within striking range. Her sweet prince tried so hard to bring her some comfort, keeping her pelt groomed, carrying her away from the fire, whispering sweet words, but nothing seemed to work. She was listless, like the life that once filled her had been drained away. It was pitiful sight to see, the young cat who had once stared the commander in the eye and tried to go toe to toe now just wasting away. Guilt... it was a powerful thing. Honeystorm
Southpaw never did get to properly grieve. Her brother buried under rubble, and then forced to leave his body behind, no hope of recovery. It was a sad day at best, and in some ways, Shule couldn't understand. She was used to, by now, the Regime moving when danger struck, having to leave behind emotions, cats, everything to save the Regime. But she did understand the pain of losing a sibling. After all, she was the only one of her littermates left. Now they resided next to the League.
Shule nudged Southpaw quietly. "Let's go for a walk." She suggested, her tone surprisingly gentle. The Commander looked gaunt and tired, as though she hadn't slept well in days, which to be fair, she hadn't. Though her physique was strong as ever, the tension in her shoulders betrayed her stress, and she had begun to slim a bit from lack of a proper meal.
