[[ this has been sitting in my unshared for a WHILE ngl but this is the backstory behind his seaweed cuatro and why it vanished ]] the rain wasn’t stopping. kits ran for shelter. others played in the rain. queens tucked their kits under their fur for cover… but plunder? plunder was determined to play. he had spent his entire kithood crafting an instrument of seaweed and stones, cobwebs strengthened by nettle stalks for the strings… he was ready to play. he wanted to play a tune for his father. his mother. he wanted to be heard. throughout the night, there was only rain. more rain. a true downpour. but he wanted to play for them. he brought himself to a stone right in the middle of it all. his paw raised, drenched in rainwater, and swept over the strings in an attempt at a chord. and then it fell apart. right down the middle. his instrument had flattened. the strings snapped. the stones tumbled away, and the seaweed slumped onto the rocks. he hadn’t even touched a single note. no. no… no, no. No. No… why couldn’t he do anything? he hugged the seaweed to his chest, and the rain was all there was to mask the flooding in his eyes. tears fell with a sluggish speed in comparison to the raindrops. he was the jester’s son. and he was crying. with no one to comfort his aching heart. no one to put together the pieces. not even a hug. not even a wave. not even a single word. and that hit him the hardest. he had failed. in his soul, in his mind, and in his heart, he had failed them. he wasn’t ready to say goodbye.
