Tethered to the [Night]

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ooc:// Molepaw... is not happy. Original bio *here*, a closer reference to what he's beginning to look like (as he grows and such), *here*

He had never traveled so far on his own, and the distance only made his lonely world seem all the more vast--all the more hopeless. All the more... empty. His light was gone. The sun for his darkness, the warmth for the cold he carried; the strength for the weakness that consumed him. Courage for his fear. All of these things, and so many more, gone.

A harsh wind pushed against Molepaw's face, forcing his ears and whiskers back as he trudged on, trusting his paws to carry him to the one place in the world more than his own Clan that he wanted to run from: the Skyfield. Cats would be counting on him, now. Only him. There was no more Nightpoppy to stand beside him--to support him, to lift him when he was falling. He would be standing alone, now, until--StarClan forbid--he ever saw the day when he received his own apprentice.

Doubt forced his feet to still, and the young tom lowered himself to the shadowy earth and shut his eyes. He yet had a ways to go, but he was quickly losing his resolve to continue.

Unaware of how long he crouched there, wallowing in his own self-doubt and grief, Molepaw eventually drudged up the strength he needed to continue on until, at last, he entered the Skyfield.

Heart pounding, throat tight, the mottled orange tom tightly closed his dusty eyes...

And he hoped StarClan would not come.

He hoped they knew he could not do this without her.