Excerpt from a thread between Crocuspaw (@_-Parasite-_) and Tourmalinepaw (@_ruckus) full thread here: https://scratch.mit.edu/studios/33866804/comments/#comments-310209834 __________________________ But we're both the same. We both are made from the same rotten blood. We were both left to become something we don't want, and we both will rot in the dark forest. ' ' Crocus reared back, a crazy look in his eyes as his paws shook. ' ' Just look at us! ' ' He exclaimed, laughing and stabbing his claws into the dirt one by one. ' ' You're just in denial of how self-centered and worthless we are, and will become. ' ' Mal watched him for a long moment, and as she did she seem to melt, first her eyes then her fur, then she reached out and wrapped her paws around the smaller tom, "You do," she said softly, her voice almost seeming to belong to an entirely different cat "And I'm sorry they made you believe otherwise, I'm sorry I did." She was making a mistake, she knew that, but she couldn't help it, damaged people clung together in the hopes that maybe they could be whole again. "I'm sorry," she murmured again. Crocuspaw blinked in surprise, silently inhaling when Tourmaline lunged in a thought she might be attacking, but she wasn't. In fact, she was... hugging him? Crocuspaw took a moment to realize what was happening, but when he did, he wrapped his arms around her too. It was a strange moment, but good. Crocuspaw felt like he needed it... and he was glad to have made amends with Tourmaline. Or at least he thought they were making amends. After all, it was a bit hard to tell with her sometimes. It almost felt like she was two whole different cats. But in her embrace, Crow found he didn't care too much. Mal closed her eyes, living at the moment, her thoughts blank, she needed this more than anything right now, to know for one fleeting moment that someone else cared she was alive. In those slow heartbeats, hugging Crocuspaw, she missed a life she never had, and she missed it fiercely. "Why do we let them do this to us? Huh, little mouse?" The question held no malice, and her soft words were genuine. The insult that had been bit through her tongue now became a nickname, presented to a friend. __________________________ Did this doodle literal months ago, and I honestly hate it, but this scene is too cute and considering new friendships I'm posting it :p
