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Bright Eyes and Butterflies (Maple) May 17, 2018 3:51:30 GMT

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Soft paws pressed lightly against the soft earth as the bi-color tom-cat quirked his head to the side, hazel eyes reflecting the sun's dimming light and painting a picture beneath their warm tendrils of color. It was a quiet day, the birds chirping in the trees and winds mellow, present but not present enough to be a nuisance. A calming atmosphere for a much too anxious tabby. Luckily, he wasn't alone, so he was incapable of plucking his whiskers in solitary frustration. Swiveling an ear and shifting his fore-paws, the young male swept his pluming tassel gracefully over the tall stocks of grass and flowers, watching as several lightning bugs rose from their shelter and into the packed leaves of the trees that wove together neatly.

The field was one of his absolute favorite places in the entirety of Patria's territory, including the cottage. Yes, the cottage was nice, but it was always bustling with emotion. Here, a different emotion could be found. It felt free and peaceful, all of the flowers dancing in the serene winds and simply finding freedom in the large enclosure. If anyone was ever looking for him, they almost always came here unless they were sure he was somewhere else. The aura the field radiated left him with a feeling of peace, although today it did little to calm his nerves. What was he nervous about? His heart. Not only his heart, but also his lungs.

The entire walk over had been filled with anxiety, but the cottage had been even worse. Raccoon had decided early in the morning to go out with one of the patrols, as he was still paranoid of any unwelcome intruders who could cause more problems. The dreams he'd been having as of late were worse than usual, the images of the bodies of his two month-old nieces and nephews and his sister still fresh in his mind. It shook him to the core every time he relived the moment over and over again, and it made him sometimes dread sleeping. Thinking he could makeup the sleep he'd missed the night before, he'd attempted to sleep halfway through the day. Then, when the sun was beginning to set, he was awoken by his older brother furiously shaking him, and it was only then that he'd realized he was wheezing terribly. An asthma attack. This set panic coursing through his veins, and he'd immediately spiked out his fur and rolled away from his brother and onto his side, a gentle set of paws he knew as Fir rubbing at his back between his shoulder blades as he tried to regain a normal breathing pattern. It took several minutes, but when he was finally calmed enough to stand, the older, russet tom ushered him down the stairs and out the front door of the cottage.

That was how they ended up here now, Raccoon's heart still racing and Fir's body brushing up against him. It was a soothing gesture, as his taller brother only ever wanted to cheer him up and make him feel better. Alas, it didn't work as well as he wanted it to, the wheezing still evident in his breaths and shaking in his limbs. That was partly the reason as to why Fir was pressed so close to him. The tabby had barely been in his own mind in the time it took to reach the field, but he'd finally come back when they did. His thoughts, however, seemed to switch, and while it was something better, it still made him anxious. Moss. Moss, Moss, Moss. Always Moss. Stars, he could never get him out of his head. He brought it up to his brother several times before, and he always helped him. Maybe he could do it again?

"Hey, Fir.. How did you know you loved Lightning? Like, when did you realize it? What made you realize it, I guess I should say." His brother had dealt with his own fair share of love and heartbreak, so maybe he had a few tips about it. His brother already knew he was homosexual, and he knew about Moss. Maybe he knew something Raccoon didn't?

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Bright Eyes and Butterflies (Maple) May 18, 2018 22:14:34 GMT

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Post by Maple on May 18, 2018 22:14:34 GMT

Worry for his little brother had had a clutch on Fir's heart all day. From the moment he'd noticed that Raccoon was sleeping longer than usual- half the day!- the chocolate tabby had had his eye out. And then the unthinkable happened. Raccon had an asthma attack in his sleep. Fir had furiously tried to wake his brother, and when he had come back to conscious, Fir had done everything he could for him. His mother and Jackal had taught him how to deal with Fir's asthma attacks. Raccoon had calmed down after several minutes of this, and once he had, Fir took him out of the cottage. Maybe it was too crowded for Raccoon today. After all, it was Spring and that meant new kits in the colony. They could be loud.

He'd taken his brother towards the flower fields. That was a peaceful place where he could relax and get some good, clean air in his lungs. Fir kept his stride slow and his pelt brushing Raccoon's- to both steady him if he fell and give him comfort. His breathing was so ragged and every hair on his body seemed to shake... Worry darkened Fir's gaze. But the flowers would help. They always would. Maybe they were walking too much? Fir slowed his pace further.

And then he got a question that hit him like a falling tree.

Lightning. The molly he'd loved who had gone to Soror. He'd only told his family how he truly felt about her, but he had planned on confessing the night that she left. It was a sad tale, but hopefully she was happier now in Soror than she had been in Patria. How Fir had known he'd loved her though.. Why was Raccoon asking that? Well he'd play along. Even though vines were creeping around his heart and squeezing at the very thought of her.

"One day when we were sparring... I got her real good. Flung her across the clearing with one paw. I ran to her side and all I could think was 'Oh my stars did I really hurt her?'. She turned out okay and I helped her clean up, but that was when I knew. I never wanted to hurt her again. I never wanted anyone to hurt her. She put on such a brave face for the whole ordeal even though I knew she was in pain. I loved how she cracked jokes about it, even the ones at my expense. I wanted to see her like that- happy, funny, brave- all the time. I wanted to be the cat she could let that guard down around and just be herself. I guess.. I wanted her to love me back." Fir explained and then sighed. It hurt to talk about. Normally he kept those memories to himself, deep inside his heart. But Raccoon wanted to know, and an answer he would get. He turned to his brother with a sad smile. "But we don't always get everything we want in life."

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