🌹 The Thorns of a Red Rose 🌹//Based on real events

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I came from a broken home

The kind where at the end of the day, there was always fighting.

One day, I asked my mother why my father had left without telling me goodbye like he always did.

Her hazel eyes clouded with tears and she put a paw on my shoulders and looked me in the eyes and said

"He couldn't handle being a father and mate any longer."

That day, I finally felt the weight of the situation crash down on me like a flood on a delicate flower petal.

She tried to raise me, hunted day and night for food and leaving me at home.

One day, my grandmother came to the hollow tree where me and my mother stayed and told me I was to live in the clans with her.

When I asked why, she just smiled and told me I'd understand one day.

She took me by the scruff. And as I looked back at the hollow, my heart began to break. My home that once was filled with love and warmth was cold and empty.

She raised me as her own, but as I grew up I realized clan life wasn't for me.

When I told my kin about this, they hissed and mocked me. Saying, I was ungrateful and a disgrace.

With ears burning, I ran back to the hollow. This was no home. They only pretended to love and care. They said it was for my best but I knew the truth. They wanted me to conform to what they wanted and didn't care who I was and what I wanted.

But when I reached the hollow, I saw my mother and two tiny kits.

My heart pounded as I watched my mother's new family laugh and play games.

My heart felt like fox claws peirced into it and it was bleeding out. My paws shaky, I ran away. Who was I to take away my mother's happiness by showing up?

I ran until I saw a familiar face. My uncle. I ran to him, crying and begging to see my father.

His eyes grew heavy with sorrow as he saw my pitiful face. He told me my father was ran over by a monster a few days ago. I wanted to scream. To blame the world for what was happening, but there was no one to blame.

I walked to his grave and laided there, tears streaming down my cheeks.

My life was crumpling.

I was crumpling.

I dug my claws into the soft dirt, digging up the body. He was cold and still. I buried my face into his soft brown fur until a tom approached me.

A handsome black tom with kind green eyes.

He reached out his paw, his eyes sharing the same brokenness and sorrow lingering in them. I reached out my scar covered paw and took his in mine.

Suddenly, the pain in my heart subsided and I felt whole. He didn't have to hear me say a word. His eyes burned into mine as he spoke.

"We'll have our own family. And we won't make the mistakes they did."

My heartbeat didn't beat with pain for the first time.

For the first time, I had hope. Hope of finding happiness. But could I really risk being hurt again for the sake of that chance. I crawled out of the grave and he held me. His heartbeat soft and warm. I decided if I couldn't take the risk, that I would die in the grave my father stayed.

I wouldn't be like my kin.

I wouldn't abandon my children

And I wouldn't change who they are

And I'd never leave the love I had for my newly found mate.

And he was the same.

With the rose I was given as a kit, I finally set it down into the grave and buried it.

The thorns that dug into me, causing the wounds to never close were finally lifted and were able to heal.

I was able to heal and bury the pains of my past and walk away to a better future.
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