Shady had never been alone in his life. Not truly. Sure, he sometimes had nobody around him, but he knew that his twin, his other half, was waiting for him in the two’s shared nest. Shadykit had never been alone before. But there’s a first time for everything. It was night when he felt it. Something was wrong. A pain in his soul, his very being. The monotone kit opened his purple eyes, expecting to find his twin slumbering beside him. But Truthkit was not there. Nor was he around the nursery. Nor was he in camp. During the entire search, that feeling, that sense that something was horribly wrong, it only grew. It festered inside of him, squirming and clawing, gnawing at his heart. Shady had never been good at emotions. They made no logical sense. But this dread that lay in his core…. it meant one thing. Truthkit is dead. He didn’t know how he knew. But he was certain. The logical side of him screamed that it wasn’t true, that there was no evidence. But Hades knew. His other half was gone. And for the first time in his entire life, Shade was completely and utterly alone. He hadn’t realized he was crying until the tears slid off of his face, hitting his paws. Tears…? Shady didnt cry. It never happened. And yet tears streamed down his face. No matter what he tried, he couldn’t get rid of them. Couldn’t make the horrible feelings go away. They stayed persistently, like little tics in his heart that he couldn’t pull free. Shady had nobody. Nothing. No parents. No friends. And now, he didn’t even have a twin. He had nothing. Maybe he too was nothing. Maybe all of this was just some terrible dream, and he would wake up in his nest with Truth beside him. But he knew that he would never wake up next to his brother ever again. When your twin dies, do you feel it? And does he feel how much he will be missed? Just how much his twin loved him? Empty questions. Shady needed to stop. These questions did nothing but hurt. He needed to forget. With trembling paws, he shoves the memories of him and his brother interacting deep into his mind. He had no twin. He had no family. And he refused to grow attached to someone like this again. What once started as four then dwindled to two. And then there was one.
art and chatacter by me writing also by me
