H O N E Y W I S P
It felt wrong to be making her way through the woods, as if her paws were stepping over foreign ground. Well, technically, they were. To be in SkyClan territory as a RiverClan cat went against everything she was taught since she was young, her morals and values swaying against the uncomfortable scenery while her mind ran a mile a minute.
Since the avalanche in RiverClan overtook their camp, the RiverClan cats had taken a stay with SkyClan in the meantime. After his most recent check-up, Rainysky had permitted Darktorrent to go out and take a walk on his own. Much to her surprise, though, he had asked her to accompany him. In all honesty, being asked out by the former leader was the last thing Honeywisp expected. Somehow, someway, even after he had promised her to talk things through, part of her anticipated never seeing him again.
The poor plump little she-cat kept opening her jaws to speak and then closing them a moment later as she found herself at a loss for words. Perhaps Darktorrent didn't know what to say either, for the two of them walked in silence nearly all the way to the waterfall that plummeted down near the edge of SkyClan territory.
H O N E Y W I S P
An exhale of amusement left the plump molly at Darktorrent’s contempt for the stars. She couldn’t blame him for doubting the reliability of their ancestors. They hadn’t been very kind to him lately. The RiverClan feline’s clear gaze returned to the tom as he began to speak of failing his family. A frown tugged at her face but she didn’t say anything until he finished speaking.
“If you weren’t hurt, I’d smack you across the head for talking about yourself like that,” she seethed softly. Honeywisp confronted him with her furrowed face, unwilling to relinquish Darktorrent from her piece of mind. “If you had been any faster, there’s a chance you’d both be dead now. Leapingfish wouldn’t have wanted that.”
“He loved you unconditionally as your son,” she scolded him, “ You were there when it mattered most, you were there to raise him, to nurture him and love him. You gave him confidence and provided him with the ability to provide for himself. I’m sure he knows that you did your best at every turn. He wouldn’t have asked any more from you.”
“You need to stop beating yourself like this. Give yourself a break. You’re not StarClan. You’re not invincible. There’s only so much we’re capable of as mortals.” She softened up, her face growing somewhat somber as she added, “We’re all just doing our best to survive. That’s life sometimes. The fact that you’re still here is something that should be celebrated. Don’t give up, okay?”