| Dapplebreeze |
Agatha Kitty - Active | Silver Tongue - Active | Beefed Up [Tier 1] - Inactive
The senior warrior had heard the news. She had been out hunting when she'd gotten a dreadful feeling in the pit of her stomach. Fear. It was... disconcerting. To feel so vulnerable while on WindClan territory. It had made her concerned, remembering her daughter and apprentice gone on that scouting patrol with Twilightstar. Realistically she was certain nothing would happen. The patrol had a myriad of warriors. Felines of all levels of expertise together for what no doubt would be a fun excursion. Perhaps lead to the discovery of a new shelter for dire situations. Emergencies like that dreaded fire from seasons before.
Dapplebreeze hadn't seen them yet. Neither Bravebird nor Brightpaw. Not after hearing about the attack. Oh, how foolish she'd felt. She should have argued with Twilightstar. Added herself to the patrol. She wasn't strong enough to fight a minx. The senior warrior was proud, yes, but realistic. And yet she could always hope... that maybe if she'd been present she could have taken the brunt of the attacks for her darlings. She would gladly expend her life to ease the suffering of those in her charge. It did not matter how old her daughter was, she would always be her little bird, and the task to safekeep would forever be hers, even from afar.
And yet she had failed. Had not been there for her clan. She wasn't naive enough to believe that she should have known. That Twilightstar should have known. Because who would have known, really? But reason had little hold here as the icy feeling of self perceived cowardice ran through her veins. It had taken her so long to even approach her. Hadn't been able to look her daughter in the eye after her having failed being there that day. Would her little bird understand that if she had known she would have been there? That if she could change places with both of them she would have in an instant?
The former queen had no idea, but she knew better than to stand around pondering on the what ifs of her actions. She had lost her son and lived a life full of regret over words spoken that could never be taken back. Over what had been left unsaid. She refused to have a repeat of this with her darling bird. She would not see her become another Whisperbreeze.
Gingerly, she stepped into the warriors' den, hoping to find her there. Dapplebreeze had no clue what she'd say. What the conversation would lead to. And it turned out... she wouldn't find out here. Not today, in any case. Her little bird was nowhere to be seen... albeit... there was perhaps another bird in the nest? Her eyes still getting used to the den's dim light, the patched she-cat allowed her gaze to rest on a red brown tabby pelt she had seen her darling flocking to quite often of late. And it took little thought to remember he had been a part of that patrol as well. His injuries screamed as much. Concerned, remembering his amicable nature last they had spoken, his eagerness to help, she approached, silently sitting besides him as she assessed his injuries. Not wishing to disturb him in case he found himself asleep.
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Micanomancy [Hawkfur]