Private Thread River's Weight

What are you afraid of losing if nothing in the world actually belongs to you.

~･ﾟ: *~･ﾟ:* 🫧 *:･ﾟ~*:･ﾟ~

Goosesong was outside of the camp, as cold as it was, however he was close enough to still hear the chattering of the cats inside, the giggling of Skykit as she played with her brother and probably 'tackled' her mother, Lilyriver, a she-cat he didn't speak with much, but didn't have any negative thoughts towards. But regardless of the goings on in camp, Goosesong's mind was elsewhere, ever since he had returned from training with Stormpaw yesterday.

He tried to keep it concealed under a disciplined, sturdy wall and to most who wouldn't really look too hard, it would have worked. But he wasn't sure of which cats were looking closely, he assumed not as many as he wished but just as much as he expected.

And so he simply sat outside of the camp, looking onward to the clan territory, his ears flicking with a concern that his face kept hidden, something that was buried being dug back to the surface against his will. He sat, barely moving aside from the smooth yet, somewhat unsteady breathing as he worked to comfort himself with his own thoughts.

But then, his ears pricked, a sound, a scent, a familiar one. He didn't turn his head, didn't make any grand gesture, just... sat. If she wanted to come closer she could, but he wouldn't ask her to come over if she was just doing her rounds.