«life is a series of counterweights whenever something bad happens, something dark or something terrible something good must always take its place.» --- tickkit didn't understand what 'death'. was. tickkit didn't understand why his brother didn't come play mossball with him. tickkit didn't understand why his brother wouldn't wake up. the kitten laid beside licekit, tears rolling down his cheeks. «please, licekit,, wake up!» he meowed, burrowing his face into his sibling's already cold fur, «why won't come and play..?» tickkit mewed, silent sobs choking his voice. «please..» --- tickkit was later informed. licekit wouldn't wake up ever again. it couldn't of been true..? his brother in an eternal slumber? the tom-kit sniffled, looking down at the body that had been dragged to the side of the clearing, dried flowers gently scattered near him. tickkit didn't want to move. tickkit couldn't move. he wanted to sleep with all his brothers by his side forever. but now he couldn't. it felt so unfair! why didn't he want to wake up? why couldn't he have stayed beside him and fleakit? the kitten sobbed, snow piling atop of their dark coats, his shaky breathing shaking most of it away. but the other stayed still. he reached over, brushing the cold powder off of the corpse, before crouching down, nose buried into licekit's cold fur. «why did you have to go..?» --- audio : counterweights - half-asleep chris
