blessedhope was still tired. ___ solved that tiredness and brought some ounce of joy into his life. ___ was the best part of all of this, getting to escape the fights and death that surrounded him. __ was the warmth and happiness that cats living on the Arctic Isle rarely got to experience. and that was maybe the one thing he still has going. but it was getting better. each day he'd take a visit. trying to spot . yet, they were busy. they had a job to do, so those moments when he spotted them was maybe the best part of his week. the butterflies in his stomach were evidence of that. but there was something. someone else that helped with that. ~~~~~~ the first time the falconcat appeared, blessed had been resting near the sky mirror, pointedly avoiding looking at the frozen water. he gave no warning before stepping down and saying something loud enough to draw the icecat out of his thoughts. "Wonderful night for stargazing, ain't it?" blessedhope didn't expect to have such a..nice time talking with that falconcat. he'd appeared a few hours after the icecat had settled down and had..quite frankly, startled them out of their fur. he was just sitting there, wings tucked calmly against his body and head tilted upwards towards the constellations. he'd gotten used to seeing them randomly, hovering around or pointing out prey, sharing stories. he couldn't quite remember her name, he kept changing it every time they talked. shine? shimmer? sun? he didn't quite know. but through it all even after leopardlark passed and Hauntedhollow was still not on good terms with Blessedhope, she was still there as some form of support. She was no replacement for ____, but it was nice to talk to someone who didn't constantly bring up death or Starclan. she just whispered stories and exchanged advice whenever it was alone. which was exactly what they were doing tonight. tonight, blessed had returned to their spot, silently fantizising while he talked about some kits from falconclan that were surely much older now. flint something? this falconcat sure had a lot of stories. tonight was the tale of the blood moon bash. something that lasted for moons surrounding three witches. in all honesty, Blessedhope wasn't paying much attention. just enjoying talking with someone who wasn't so focused on politics, or his -curse- ability. __ didn't mind talking about it. in fact, he'd promised multiple cats to talk with family members who had moved on. not because he really enjoyed the fact of communicating everything a cat said. but it had made __ happy, so why not keep going? blessed had spent nearly a week traipsing through the desert, scouring the highs and lows of the scorching sands only to find no trace of her. how to break that to him? he didn't know. something about a fox? how could any cat trust a fox? and they had what on? "Yapple was their name. A little fox kit, dressed up in this adorable little painted cloak." Sunny kept talking, tail feathers curled neatly beside Blessed, one wing rested over the icecats spikes. silently, it wished __ was telling this story. wished he was here instead. but __ despised the cold, so he wouldn't dare bring her back out there. whenever they met, they'd stay out where it was warmer. Stories were nice. Occasionally he'd bring up a lullaby, one that was fairly common apparently. Not one that blessed knew, nor bothered remembering. But all night he would stay out there, pretending that the yellow and grey falcon sitting beside it would disappear and be replaced with green. but that was silly. come to think of it, the yellow falcon never mentioned why he'd come. why he'd started appearing, making stupid, stupid jokes that never made any sense. he told stories of kits he played with, argued, and, even some stories from his own apprenticeship. though those were rare and far between. "But those witches were tricksters of their own right. One day you might fly down there in hopes of a treat and be greeted with a foghorn everytime you spoke. I remember one day I came down and was cursed to be glowing. Terrible for hunting." He laughed, feathers twitching side to side. He didn't seem to be bothered by the cold, but then again, he couldn't feel it. __ could though. why did she always invade his thoughts? he couldn't even sit still tonight, listen to the story without comparing. why was he so delusional about him? she didn't even feel the same. __ was just a friend. Sun kept talking, laughing more. "Stars, I remember cats being turned into chickens! Running around camp like they just saw a dragon." He cackled, shaking his head and wiping away an invisible tear. A nice distraction. So Blessedhope urged him on. "Oh? You wanna hear about Cawdy? This gorgeous crow if I remember correctly." Shine immediately dove into the story, bright eyes trained on the sky as the stars slowly drifted across.
[read above first] Oh how he wanted to bring __ here to watch the meteor showers. It was much clearer than the forest or towering pines. It was gorgeous here, but the beautiful sight of the sky wasn't the beauty he wanted to see. "They were definitely a trickster all right, but had quite a few riddles up their feathers. Gorgeous mask, I think a few cats were able to obtain copies of it. Terrifying, but gorgeous." Blessed always thought he'd be cursed but with how Shimmer put it, maybe this could be a good thing. That's what he wanted it to be. Something better than it was. Something he could use to help and not harm. But how could it not harm? How could it not harm itself or anyone around it? Hauntedhollow was already so angry at it for being able to see Leopardlark, and he had yet to talk to Citrusmelody or Snowspeck about it. He didn't want to. Didn't want to face the consequences. But..maybe they were the same as __? Maybe they would be ecstatic to hear from -tuli- Leopardlark again. He wasn't ready to risk it. He'd only told..how many cats? __, Haunted, Snow, Soulfaith, somewhat to Cocoonwing..who else? It didn't matter. He didn't care. The problems it posed was much greater than the rewards. But that was okay. Because __ was okay with it. Maybe it would be - "And they had this shawl, stars it was so pretty on them! It had little orange, yellow, and white triangles on it! Ugh, I wish I had one. Who else was there? Ah yes~ Purrkin!" Blessedhope was no longer paying attention to the ecstatic falconcat, picturing the Sunlit Cove with ___. he had offered to go somewhere once the feathers were all picked up and they had some free time..so maybe there? stop getting so hopeful. it's never going to happen. you're too caught up with __. and the stars. stop. "Purr'kin was fun. I think they had this giant pointy hat and mask, super cool!" He grinned, though it was clear now that the little icecat wasn't looking. He sighed, glancing at the young cat and stopping the story, laying his head down on his paws and listening to the distant howls of the wind. -code inside project- ~s~he wasn't nearly as good as he wanted to be. but ~s~he was getting better. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- making an actual TN tomorrow trust gotta post this before my wifi dips decode it and you get a cookie
