Lalala this totally isn’t Silverseraphinite mourning over the death of his child, Swift, where’d you get that idea *cooufh cough* EVEN THOUGH I USED EM DASHES THIS IS 100% HUMAN WRITTEN `` dream sweet, my child `` … “Swift? Well, what about him? Did he trip over another branch again, having not seen it in the snow? He was always awfully clumsy, lacking the grace I tried to teach—” ‘No, that’s not it. I’m sorry, but he—What I’m trying to say is—’ “No need to stutter, if he got an injury while out, I’ll simply go and visit him right away in the medicine den.” The Queen stood up right away in his nest and started to leave past the stuttering cat. Stuttering has always irritated Silverseraphinite, but he’d grown to tolerate it a bit more since there were often many kits with lisps and struggles getting adapted to speaking when they’re little. After all, there was nothing he could really do about that. ‘No, that’s— He’s not injured, he—’ the messenger’s voice caught. Silver stopped and glanced back behind. “Don’t tell me he’s caught frostbite. Oh, I should’ve know this would happen eventually,” the hybrid sighed. “I should’ve known that taking a kit so kindly under my wing, especially one lacking cold immunity—would lead to this.” He shook his head, and sped up ahead to the medicine cat’s den, ignoring the colorful feathers strum about. “Where is he, now? What space is Swift being kept in?” Sera demanded to the medics. Their faces immediately looked guilty, then the messenger rushed in behind. ‘Silverseraphinite, I’m sorry, but Swift is dead. He’s gone. I tried to tell you but you.. wouldn’t listen. I’m sorry.’ … The ice-falcon hybrid looked over his shoulder, his breath hitching. He seethed and glared at messenger, then unsheathed his claws and bared his teeth. “What kind of sick joking are you up to? Swift is only fourteen moons and has been trained well by his mentor. What next, you tell me you found my mother’s body washed ashore? I don’t know what you are getting at, but it is sick. Repulsive, I tell you— ‘They’re telling you the truth. Your son is dead.’ said one of the medicine cats. Silver stepped back from the messenger and sheathed his claws, eyes dropping to the cold earth. “Where is he? Tell me.” ‘We still have him in one of the spaces, but are you sure— He walked past them and entered into the room behind where marbled gray fur laid limp in a nest. “On the stars..” he muttered breathlessly, stepping closer to the mooncat. ‘We’re sorry for your loss. There have been quite a few deaths this moon and its been affecting others a bit as well. If you really need, I’m sure the mediator may be more than willing to talk this through— “No.” … “That—That will be unnecessary.” ‘We’ll leave you alone a moment.’ … “Stars…” he mumbled, lowering down in front of his child. He stared, unable to look away. The color scarlet always looked so strange when you were used to the ocean-deep blue. “Swift?” he nudged, but there was no warmth. Crying is for the weak. Emotions are for the weak. You are far better than this. “Damn it.” “DAMN IT!” “STARSDAMNED!” He rested his head down where he used to hear Swift’s ever-racing, brave heart. Silence. … He listened to the silence awhile longer til everything numbed away. “Dream sweet, my child.” Silver wondered deeply, had he felt loved in this life? Was Silverseraphinite enough? Was there more /he/ could’ve done. He was hardly there. “Damn it. I am a terrible father.” ————— Ooga booga thanks for reading :P *explodes*
Lazy tn :/
