TW (Btw these are just recent deaths/events lol) — Ghost. His mother and WindClan’s leader. Missing. Meanderkit. His dear, little sister. Gone. Kitnapped? …Dead? Strongcaper. The love of his life. Overworking his body until the tabby collapsed in the sand. Distant, hurting… Sicariushug. They had never really talked… Took a tumble down the canyon. He was alright, though… Wasn’t he? Spintobolide. One of his childhood best friends. Dead… What happened? Magnoliaplight. Another best friend. Another victim of the cruel canyon. They were still alive, though… Komodo-dragoncrown. His young, adopted brother. …Torn apart. Before his very eye. Death by sacrifice. All within the blink of an eye… Where had time gone? They were gone too soon… What had happened to the old WindClan the little rosetted cat had once known? Where, sure, the vast dangers of the desert lurked at all times, but… They were safe. Safe, tucked away within the massive cavern that glittered with crystalline rock and a new passageway around every bend. He wanted to go back. Back to Fikakit. Back to wrestling with Tanny, batting mossballs with Tangie, exploring with Corny, playing hide and seek with Monnie, sharing gossip with Mags, hanging out with Ronnie… Oh, how he missed it. Missed it so, so bad. In this moment of time- not rare for the tom- a cold tear slid down his scarred snout. It seemed to caress his cheek in a comforting, yet taunting way at the same time. Ironic, wasn’t it? No matter how hard he tried shoving them away, painful memories and worst-case-scenario visions replayed over and over through his head. What if Meanderkit was dead? Swooped up by an eagle or snatched by a crocodile? What if Ghost never came back, or got lost? Would Strongcaper ever be alright? Bones crunching. Fikafrolic gave a hard wince, squeezing his eye shut and choking back a sob as he lay curled in his nest, shaking. A tall, hairless cat being ripped limb by limb by a rabid beast in the night as he lay down his life for Fikafrolic’s. Komodo-dragoncrown had driven off the deranged coyote, but not before he died on the sands that very hour, bleeding out his life at the pale tomcat’s little paws. Too young. Too… Young. It should have been him. /Him/. Not Odie. Not poor, poor Odie, who had already suffered through so much, losing both father and only brother. At least he was in StarClan, now, free of the pain this world had caused him, frolicking amongst the stars with Corn-snakecatastrophe, whomst they had both lost all of those moons ago, It brought a small smile to his tear-stained face to think of them dancing together in StarClan. Neither of them- nor any of his beloved friends and family he had lost- were in pain now. That was what counted, right? Right? Right. He had to stay strong for the ones he still had here, while he still had them, no matter how cliche of a line that might be. Staying strong was a hard thing to do. But he was Fikafrolic, son of the leader of WindClan. He had to live up to her legacy, didn’t he? It seemed like an impossible task. He was just one small, pathetic tom with too many emotions and not enough strength. He had to try, though. For Strongcaper, for their future family. For his sister, Metanoiasweven, and even her partner, Hopchirrup. For Ghost. For Meanderkit. For Corn-snakecatastrophe. For Skiplodingpaw. For Arisevoyage. For Monarchmorphean. For Spintobolide. For Komodo-dragoncrown. For WindClan itself. … Well, that might be a bit of a stretch. He gave a small laugh and opened his eye, gazing through the ceiling of the den and imagining the stars above. By the God above, he would try. —— SO YEAH we love Fifi trauma don’t we He’s going to put on a mask of a smile to keep the spirits up around camp and to be a better influence around Ronnie and their future kits, no matter how literally broken and bruised and shattered he may be on the inside (he’s literally just a small pathetic tomato cut him some slack /iykyk) Also ignore the title I literally don’t know what to call this my brain is melting Song: Comfort Chain
