#cobalttooth

[dawngen]

im about to reset this whole run what the FUCK

[dawngen]

“I’m sorry, Cobalttooth.” In a rare moment of soft kindness, Primrosestrike looks upon the younger she-cat with eyes trying not to appear pitying. It didn’t really matter. Cobalttooth, sick and tired, knows precisely how Primrosestrike is feeling, and knows that this conversation will not lead anywhere good.

“It’s okay,” she says, but her words are empty. She is not looking at the medicine cat, instead gazing out beyond the medicine cat’s den where she can just barely see the rest of the clan. Leafbare has been worse than ever, and foolishly, she had thought herself above it. Why should she feel intimidated by some silly seasonal change? It is just colder! And she was a sturdy feline!

Primrosestrike gently settles her tail across Cobalttooth’s back, her brow furrowing. Golden eyes shift, and finally stay upon Cobalttooth’s tail. Try as she may, and oh StarClan has she tried, she just couldn’t save it. The frostbite has turned her once beautiful tail black, fur falling away from its tip, and if left, it would do nothing but make Cobalttooth sicker.

“I think it’s time,” Primrosestrike says, her voice soft, and Cobalttooth squeezes her eyes shut.

It was just stupid, stupid leafbare. It was just cold. How was it that the cold was able to take her tail away from her, and nearly kill her from the frostbite?

“... I understand,” she says, her voice quieter than before, and sounding more uncertain than ever. Her head bows, burying itself into her forepaws as Primrosestrike’s tail strokes down her back.

Heart heavy, Primrosestrike lingers for a moment, wondering if a true medicine cat had been the one in charge of taking care of Cobalttooth, if there may have been a different outcome. But she cannot linger on what if’s and impossible possibilities.

Slowly standing up, she goes to find some dandelion leaves for Cobalttooth to chew as she prepares for the amputation.