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Originally Posted by Pheasantflight
@SpiritedWarrior @Wingnettle @littlelove
Foxflurry had a goal in mind today, and for once there weren't any nerves overtaking her as she marched towards the apprentices den. It would be her first time going, first time ever making her way to that part of the territory other than on her original tour. Despite the chill in the air, and the clouds covering the grey sky, there would be no better time to go than now. Before the pain and anguish set in and returning to the willows and graves would be too painful. Ginger and white head peeked into the apprentices den and a singular name found its way into the dim light. "Crowpaw?"
Sudden stroke of anxiety as she waited for a response. A sudden moment that seemed to call for her to leave and apologize, make her want to pray that he wasn't here, but he needed this. If no one else would take him, she would bring him there. "Do you want to go to Willow's Rise?" What had originally meant to be a command turned into a question, and, as she ducked her head out of the apprentices den, green eyes turned towards the rest of the clearing, stopping twice on two others who might be willing to join their little patrol of sadness.
Awaiting for his response, she walked slowly towards Cinderpaw. The last time they had talked had been during the incident, but confidence had began to blossom today, and this was the best way to apologize that she could think of.the word sorry is not in her vocabulary "We're going to Willow's Rise." That was it, a soft declaration before turning to look for the other. It was meant to be a query, but the longer she stood there, the more she felt like any more words would be a disgrace. "Sootfur, we're going to Willow's Rise. Care to tag along?" That was it, she was done. Now all she had to do was wait.
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Crowpaw
As much- or rather,
as little sleep he got last night, Crowpaw wanted more. He didn't
want to be a Mr. McGrumpy Pants, but he felt like that's all he was the entire morning. His days were full of laziness and all he did was avoid his father and mother. In fact, he was even avoiding the rest of the Clan now since his sister's death the previous day. He couldn't face them after trying to attack his own mother in front of them. With as little as the Clan cared for his sister when she was alive, he was furious so many cats came to mourn her. Cinderpaw- her presence he didn't mind. She was his friend, why would he not like her to be there?
The young tom's thoughts came to an abrupt halt as an orange and white figure entered the apprentice's den. The fur along his spine rose, making him look like a cactus. Crowpaw's green eyes darkened with horror and narrowed with fear. Rapid breathing once again affected him. For several long moments, he thought he saw the fox covered in his sister's blood again.
He said nothing as he processed what was being said.
"Do you want to go to Willow's Rise?" O-oh... Shaking his head vigorously to rid himself of the bloody image of the fox and his shredded sister, Rainpaw fluffed up his pelt against the cold and nodded.
"G-give... give me a minute... I- I'll, uh... I'll g-go..."
He watched Foxflurry approach Sootfur and Cinderpaw and closed his eyes, flattening himself against the cold snowy ground all the while to try calming himself down.
I'm such a mouse-brain... I'm scared of my own Clanmates... Passing a shudder through his body, the young tom slowly (and shakily) stood up and walked over to the small group of warriors, keeping his eyes on Foxflurry's paw steps to avoid eye contact with the rest of ThunderClan.
"Tell me if you guys see any flowers when we're heading there."