Hold me close

She haad cried herself to sleep by the time her mother returned to the den. Poem was just as hurt and confused as her parents, why hadn’t her sister come to her? Why hadn’t she been confided in? Had she been stolen or did she run? She had so many questions and they were awful as they burned inside of her with no outlet. Was her sister even still alive? The thought horrified her, what was she going to do if she never saw her partner again?

Even more now Poem felt herself unfit to be heir to Abaven. She’d allowed Noir to trick her, and she couldn’t even keep her siblings safe. They did everything together and now.. Poem buried her face in her mother’s fur and felt herself start to cry again. ”I miss her mom.” She whispered desperately. What she would have given to have Motif back beside her.