[starry]

 

Originally Posted by RiztheHuntress

~Emberpaw | Open~

She had been making her way slowly from the apprentices den, listening to Sparrowstar upon the branch of the Thunderwillow. She was admittedly out of date on recent events, having been focusing on finalizing her training, but one of the announcements stopped her cold in her tracks.
Cindersky... Is dead?
Feeling a cold dread settle into her stomach, the young she-cat turned her amber eyes to look upwards at Sparrowstar, although her image of the leader was now thoroughly blurred with tears.
"C-Cindersky..." she stammered, her baleful stutter infecting her voice once more, but unable to register it. Her mentor. Her last motherly figure. Was gone.
Unable to stop herself, she collapsed to the ground and let out a low, mournful wail. For the first time since the loss of her mother, Emberpaw wept openly, eyes screwed shut as she willed with all her being for this to be just another bad dream.

Rainhound frowned softly when Sparrowstar announced Cindersky's death. Houndspirit's presence was quite comforting after the Crocus situation, and she shot her mate a warm smile. But then she caught sight of Emberpaw. Emberpaw had been one of her first friends, and... she couldn't believe that the two had not interacted for a moon, maybe two. "Houndspirit... do you mind if we join Emberpaw?"

Without waiting for a response, she slowly started making her way towards Emberpaw, making sure Houndspirit could follow along while still sticking to her side if she wanted to. As she looked at Emberpaw, something inside her stirred. She was supposed to be there for her friend, whenever Ember needed her, but... she had not been. Was it too late to make up for that?

"Emberpaw," Rainhound croaked softly, attempting to rest her tail on her... friend's? ....shoulder in a comforting way. "I'm so, so sorry for your loss. Cindersky... she was simply amazing, and I know you two were close. I'm sorry," she muttered again.

She remembered how she had lost Houndspirit all those moons ago. The warrior cast an apologetic glance at her mate before leaning down to gently lick Emberpaw's cheek in a comforting way... if the molly would let her. Then she padded back to her mate. "It's going to be okay. I promise, Emberpaw," she mewed, a sad edge to her tone. "I am sure that StarClan will take Cindersky in with open paws, and she'll surely do well up there." She didn't really know what to say or do.

[ @Poppy. @/RiztheHuntress ]