Re: The Thunderwillow
Larkfrost
She silently bowed her head at the passing of her leader, flattening her ears to ignore the pain. Ignore it? No, why bother thinking that was possible. Aspenstar was dead, there will be a Dogstar now. She looked at Dogbark, his eyes clouded with grief and... confusion. She had never seen him so... vulnerable. He was devastated, he had let down his wall. His wall was something he was seen for, and it was just, gone. Not down, gone. Gone! She cast nervous glances to those who spoke out to Dogbark, hoping they would gain sense soon and refrain from spitting more uneducated comments. As she looked around, she sighted devastated faces. Everywhere, scattered in her lost clan. She wearily looked up at Cindersky who seemed to be in as much pain as she was, gathering everyone around, giving them the comfort they needed. StarClan, what would we do without her? She thought bewilderedly as she stared at the small group she had formed, their faces fearful but hopeful, for they knew Cindersky was to be trusted.
Her ears instantly pricked she whipped her head around, searching for the source that had feebly called her name, slowly letting it rest on a young, fearful apprentice that seemed to be in many different chaotic lands. As if the call had summoned her, she quickly got up and padded over to Emberpaw, the call of her name still lingering in the back of her mind as everything fell to pieces as she fixed an unfocused gaze on Emberpaw, the hairs of the young cat up, fear clear and glinting in her eyes. She shot a blank glance to Lynxfuzz as she sat down next to Emberpaw, not saying anything as she offered quiet comfort, knowing that Lynxfuzz had it properly handled, but she would always be here if Emberpaw needed it. Death at this age, their bound to experience it, but their leader? StarClan why...
The cold wind sharpened her sense as she nervously glanced around, alert and worried for her kits as she searched for them. Where are they? Are they okay? Her worries were whipped away like ash in a windstorm as she sighted Bushpaw, and he was crying. Crying. This was bad, very bad. She sighted a dazed Mistpaw as well as she lifted her neck fur up in alarm. Her kits were in pain, they needed her. Right? "Bushpaw! Mist..." She was about to call out her daughters name when she realized that Buckbranch had it handled as he quickly scooted next to her, giving her reassuring words. Smiling softly she locked her gaze onto her emotional kit, beckoning him over with a flick of her tail. She was a safe haven for her kits, so she needed to let Bushpaw know that. Mistpaw seemed to need someone strong, someone who had the charge, the comfort, and the strength. That cat was not her.
She looked back to Emberpaw in wait for Bushpaw's arrival, her ears flicked around in discomfort as she saw the mixed feelings of her clan mates, some of them posed sadness, grief, some even distaste. Who could ever believe that Dogbark committed this treachery? Giving Emberpaw a quick lick upon the ears, she then stared back up at Dogbark, hoping that he was okay. The clan will rejoice, but it will take time. She glanced back at Bushpaw, giving him a sad, but reassuring smile that she was here if he needed it.
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Dirtfoot
He glanced around, his weariness increasing like the cold in leaf-bare as he sighted the dead body of his leader, torn and bleeding, dried and foul. His leader was dead. Dead, dead, dead, dead... He kept a unmoving face as he stared at it, looking away with flattened ears as he sighted Dogbark. It will all be okay again, right? This is all fake. Fake, fake, fake...
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Oatkit
He awoke with a start at the sound of voices as he sleepily got up and stretched, flexing his claws to remove the heavy weight of sleep on them as he stumbled out, a goofy smile on his face. "What's going..." He stopped, casting an uncertain look at the cats around him as he stepped forward, more steadily now, scanning the clearing until his eyes rested on a body. Why was there a body? The horror unraveled as he saw the crusted blood, lifeless eyes, and familiar pelt of the large stature he normally saw upon the Thunderwillow. It was Aspenstar. Oh no, oh no. He saw the hissy departure of Vulturefang out of his peripheral vision as he weakly turned around, his ears perked at sudden yelling. It sounded like his sister. Why was his sister yelling? She never yelled, right? He stopped, watching her as her emotions thundered out. He knew the death of their leader was hurting her, he could help, surely he could, they were siblings, kin. Surely he could. He shakily padded up to her, saying nothing, making no attempt to stop her. She needed her emotions out, and he couldn't be a burden to that. It would fuel her more. He pressed his smaller body against hers, shivering against the cold night air. Nothing will ever be the same again.
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