Private Thread Worried Minds

Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished
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Bravesong had seen grief take many forms over the moons. Some, like Greypebbles, seemed to shrink into themselves burdened by thoughts too heavy to carry alone.

He made his way over with slow, deliberate steps, his old bones aching faintly in the morning chill. He wasn’t as spry as he once was, but that never stopped him from noticing when a Clanmate needed company.

Without a word, Bravesong settled down beside Greypebbles, not too close to intrude, but close enough to be felt. The silence stretched for a moment, easy and unpressured. He exhaled slowly, allowing himself to be known by his former apprentice. Hazel eye glanced down to glimpse his twisted paw, as he gave it a couple licks.

Even the smallest pebble can make ripples that change the course of the stream.

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It wasn't long after Greypebbles had shut his eyes that he felt a warm presence beside him, he drank in the scent for a few heartbeats and let out an instinctual purr. Before even opening his eyes, Greypebbles let a smile tug at the corners of his mouth. Even with the death of Cottonlily weighing heavy on him, on everyone, but the weight seemed lighter with the quiet company.

The young warrior reveled in the silence for a moment, his eyes opening only slightly as he glanced over at Bravesong meticulously cleaning his paw. He had made his peace with that injury and so had Bravesong, it had been many moons since then, and Bravesong was doing fine, despite the dull aches he has been hearing about from the elders, but Bravesong couldn't be that old right?

"It's nice to see you, Bravesong" When Greypebbles finally spoke, he hardly even realized that his voice was somewhat weakened and splitting at the grief, though his own was just a result of the young tom's sensitive heart. But Greypebbles still wanted to improve on his sensitivity, not rid himself of it entirely, it was a tool, he just wished to be a little stronger for his clanmates, like Bravesong had once done. The elder had saved Greypebbles' life at the cost of his ability to be a warrior and Greypebbles owed him everything for that.

"Are you choosing to.. relax in the shade to?"

Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished
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Bravesong’s ear flicked at the soft tremor in Greypebbles’ voice, but he didn’t acknowledge it outright. He finished his slow, methodical grooming before offering a small, knowing smile. "Something like that..." He murmured, stretching his good paw out in front of him before tucking it back under his chest. "Or maybe I just figured a certain warrior could use some company."

His hazel eye lingered on Greypebbles, his expression unreadable yet warm. "It’s been a heavy time for all of us. No shame in taking a moment to just… be." His tail gave a slow, idle flick. "No need to hold it all alone."

Then a dry chuckle left him the corners of his mouth twitching. "Here I am. With you."