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• Springpaw •
long-furred, oriental-shaped, gray-and-orange calico molly with blue eyes, torn right ear
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Hearing Bumblestar mention the deaths of cats happening in the clan made Springpaw’s eyes quickly weld shut, a simple breath of air intaking through her lungs as she let out a silent sigh. Why were they losing so many lives? Why was StarClan taking cats away from them? Was this a punishment? The last sentence only caused a lump to form in her throat, causing the molly to want to withdraw herself from this meeting. They’ve already had enough casualties from the sinkholes a last few days ago, they didn’t need… cats dying. The thought felt rather impulsive to think about, but it was merely true. Cats kept on dying, and Springpaw only felt she was growing more and more tired and overwhelmed by all the chaos. She already lost her brothers, which was a heavy blow to her fragile heart, she didn’t need to witness all of this.

With a small sigh, Springpaw glanced upwards and around to see if she could find at least someone she knew and trust. Disappointment flashed through her eyes when she didn’t catch sight of her mentor, Rabbitchatter. He hasn’t been around here lately, and Springpaw felt her chest hurt from the simple thought of the tom. He was the one that had the young apprentice learn to actually trust adults again, even if it was only brief and little of the time that they’d been together with training. It wasn’t like her mind could simply forget that in a hurry. Then, she hadn’t seen Autumnpaw for a few days, and that made the molly’s heart ache even more tremendously. Was she gone too? Like her brothers? If that were the case then…

Then she was all alone. Her siblings were gone. The only cats that she had left of her shell was just… gone. She took care of those three when her own mother left her and her siblings to live their own lives, she took care of them like she were their own mother when when she was only a kit herself at the time. The thought that all her siblings were gone only made Springpaw’s eyes water. Salty tears forming at the corners of her eyes as her heart ached and throbbed against her chest. Where were her siblings? Where was Rabbitchatter? Why did most of the cats that she trusted left her so often? Springpaw could’ve swore that she was beginning to have a pounding headache, but she didn’t pay attention towards it. Her siblings were gone, and she may never see them again.

Good StarClan, all it did was make her want to cry out and scream from the world’s agonizing pain of everyone it’s casting on. Cry and scream until her lungs failed to carry anymore air. Springpaw’s legs quickly buckled beneath her, causing her to land in a loaf position as she quickly slipped her front paws over her head, trying to cast away the fact that she was distressed. Oceanic blues hidden behind the shadow that her paws casted from them wrapped over her head, and Springpaw was pleased about that. She didn’t want anyone to see her pathetically crying. Sobbing. What did she need to cry about? She didn’t lose anyone that Bumblestar had mentioned. She only lost her siblings. The ones that she had raised. The ones that… been by her side ever since they were little.

Wow, did StarClan really hate her? It felt like it was presumed so, judging by the molly casting out silent, yet heartbreaking sobs. Ears pressing against her head as she laid down more pressure with her paws against her head. She wanted this pain to stop. To end. But how? It couldn’t truly end without at least her siblings coming back… if they ever will.

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