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Post by Honeystorm on May 31, 2019 22:14:10 GMT -5
Silentheart had been doing better now that it had been a few moons. Cerys and his littermates were Kadets, and Blazehowl had recently had a litter of his own. Things were looking up, and interacting with the young cats really helped her mood.
Still, the former head of house couldn't seem to shake the guilt. Springlockedgrave had suffered for so long, had taken her own life when it became too much to bear. She hadn't tried hard enough, she knew it. Despite the fact her daughter had closed herself off from others, willing to help them while she was in so much pain, the gray feline couldn't help but feel a failure. She should have pushed harder, spent more time with her child, ensured that the previous Vrachii knew she was always there to talk.
winterclan's leader and mistakenly caught floaty thing
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Post by simplylight on May 31, 2019 22:19:48 GMT -5
"Hey."
She was too young to really be outside the Nursery, but she had already found her way out. The little ball of fur looked so demanding for such a young age. It was clear what family Raiza belonged to and what god she was dedicated to. She glanced behind her to see if her sister had followed before turning her attention back to Silentheart. "Who are you?"
Silentheart's head turned down at the sound of the voice. She didn't really recognize it, though the young feline's scent told her all she needed to know. Blazehowl and Dinara's kit. "I'm Silentheart, of the Sterling House." She answered, calm and unaffected by the kitten's brashness. "One of the royal houses, though I'm sure you know that. I'm your father's grandmother, your great grandmother."
