How The Moons Have Flown By - Rosie, Open

[- Leafy -]

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Whisperingwinds sucked in a deep breath to calm herself, her body trembling ever so slightly as she tried to put her brave face on. No matter what Braveheart was still her father and she couldn't just leave him to rot alone in the Elder's Den. Seeing him normally brought an abrupt halt to any good mood she was normally in but she always tried to hide that and stay cheerful from the toms sake. "He'll be fine," She thought, creeping over to the Freshkill Pile and taking a freshly caught fish from the top. "He's strong.. He'll make it through this. Besides, he has Mudstep helping him." She tried to convince herself, though she knew every time she went for a visit he just ended up looking worse and worse. She frowned and paced the entrance of the Elder's Den for a few seconds to give herself a pep talk before creeping into the den and looking around, her ears twitching slightly.

Slowly she spotted the brown Bengal tom and tried not to cringe back before creeping over to him and laying the fish in front of them. "Hey," She murmured softly, sitting at his side and gently licking the tip of his ear. "How're you feeling?" She murmured, his voice soft and soothing as she looked Braveheart's body over, a flash of worry crossing over her face. He seemed thin and it killed her inside to see him like this. She looked back towards the fish beside them and gently nudged it over to him, her blue eyes suddenly pleading, "You have to eat." She murmured, trying to keep her voice soft so she could try to keep the concern and panic for her father in it down, the last thing she wanted him to here was the horror in her voice at the thought of losing him.

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[megasaffe]

"Whisperingwinds... stop worrying about me. You always were easy to read, even as a young kit..." Braveheart was cut off mid-sentence by a bout of coughing, which gradually eased. "I'll be fine. I may be old, but in my day I was the strongest warrior there was... why do you think your mother chose me as a mate?" Here, Braveheart lasped into a purr, a strong sound coming from his delicate body. He knew his daughter was worried, knew that she would be one of the saddest cats in the clan when his time came to join StarClan. But, he reasoned to himself, that would be a long time coming. This old cat had plenty of life in him yet. As he was thinking to himself, he lasped into another bout of coughing, which he tried to hide from his daughter, knowing her eyes would only be full of concern. Once the coughing abated, he leaned over her and licked the top of her head, as he did when she was a young kit still in the nursery. Unlike most fathers, Braveheart was always close to his offspring, particularly after the death of his only son in that still not-quite forgotten battle with ShadowClan. His fondness for Whisperingwinds had only intensified since then, she was his only child after all.

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Whisperingwinds frowned softly and took another deep breath, trying to calm herself from the concern she felt for her father in his time of need, but it was only natural, right? "I know, I'm sorry.. It's just so hard to see you like this." She finally broke down into a small whimper and slid into a laying position beside the tom, feeling much like an apprentice rather then a warrior by then. "I know you're strong and I know you're brave, it's in your name for Starclan's sake, but that isn't going to stop me from worrying about you, Dad- You're the only kin I have left and I can't lose you." She whimpered softly, resting her head on her paws and sighing faintly when the elder's tongue rasped over her head. "Now," She murmured softly, nudging the fish back over to Braveheart and making another attempt, "Will you please eat something?" She had heard blackcough caused a loss in appetite but with her coming around everyday and begging Braveheart to try and eat she certainly wasn't going to let him go without a fight.

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[megasaffe]

Braveheart could see just how worried his daughter was becoming. In fact, he'd cooked up an idea, just the day before.
"Sweetheart, I'll make you a deal. I'll eat if you do. Right now. Share this fish with me, I couldn't possibly eat it all."

Now, as for his idea... He struggled none too gracefully to his feet. "Come on, sweetpea. I want to go for a walk before my legs seize up."

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WHISPERINGWINDS -

Whisperingwinds eyes flicked up to the tom, feeling a fair amount of relief wash over her body when he said he would eat. She sat up from her neat little laying position and tipped her head lightly, her ears flicking back in against her head in slight annoyance. "If you think you're getting our of eating, you're not. You're going to eat when we get back." She sighed after a moment, rising up to her paws and walking at Braveheart's flank to the entrance of the Elder's Den. "Where would you like to go? You're the one who wanted to walk." She stated softly, her blue eyes watching him softly.

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[megasaffe]

Braveheart, despite all his brave words and air of bravado, was actually incredibly grateful for his daughter's unquestioning support. He leaned on her as they neared the mouth to the elders den, where he usually slept alone apart from the days where his daughter came and kept him company. For what he wanted to do, he required plenty of energy, so, moving the fastest he had for many, many moons, he gulped down several mouthfuls of the fish she had bought him. It tasted delicious, singing with the flavours of the river, and Braveheart knew it was exactly where he wanted to be. Swiping his tongue across his maw, he cleaned himself of the fish he had eaten, and made his way slowly over towards his daughter.

When he was back to leaning against her flank again, he licked her fondly atop the head and purred: "What say you we go down to the river?"

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WHISPERINGWINDS -

Whisperingwinds smiled softly and sat down patiently, watching Braveheart with fairly relieved blue eyes when he began eating. A small purr lingered quietly in her throat. If she kept up and managed to get him to eat then he might still have a chance at beating the disease. She stood when he walked back to her flank and smiled, her eyes lighting up at the mention of the river. She absolutely loved it sine the river had always been a big part of life to her. "Sounds great. Let's go." She answered softly, starting out of the den at a pace Braveheart could keep.

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[megasaffe]

Braveheart could feel the purr reverberate, he was sure it even went around the camp. I'm gonna show her, I'm gonna go for a swim. I may be old, but i'm not dead yet! He knew, whatever happened, he'd have the unquestioning support of his daughter, and Mudstep, the medicine cat, if anything were to go wrong. Not that anything WOULD go wrong. He was determined. Determined to beat the disease that had 'claimed' him... He just had to keep strong, and keep active.

He started walking, padding along with his daughter permanently nearby. He knew the way to the river, could get there with his eyes shut if he needed to... It was, and always would be, his favourite place in the entire Clan.

To his daughter, all he said was: "Honey, you had better be up for getting your paws and your chest wet!"

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Whisperingwinds laughed softly at his words and smiled, tipping her head delightfully. "Oh, always. You know I love the river." She mewed happily, lightly licking the tip of her fathers ear as she glanced back to the river, her tail twitching lightly as she approached the water, quietly slipping into the flowing current. She purred softly, enjoying the feel of the cool water against her body. She glanced back at Braveheart and smirked happily, "Well, come on then- You're the one who wanted to come to the river." She purred, lifting a paw and playfully splashing a bit of water up at him.

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