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Originally Posted by Liquoris
He just had to bring that up. She couldn't hold it back anymore. Small tears welled in Nightleap's amber hues, quickly bringing themselves to overflow onto her pitch-black cheeks. She looked away and sighed. "That's just the thing, Snakesnap. When it happened I wasn't anywhere near her... I was on a hunting patrol on the far end of the territory..." she admitted. Her ears pinned close to her head as she spoke. "I-I'm sorry, I just..." she couldn't find words anymore as her voice started choking. Why'd she have to be so emotional? Everything would have been best if she hadn't any emotions at all. Then at least she'd never be hurt like this. Two males and Wolfpaw's killer did this to her, made her an unsteady mess of a warrior who was contemplating something darker than she'd ever thought possible. No. She couldn't take it anymore. Maybe it was just Shadowclan? No, it had to be everywhere. It was her. She was defective. "I-I must go," she said, getting up and walking out into the territory. She didn't know where she was going or what she was doing. All Nightleap knew was that she had to get out of camp. 'Will he follow me? Stop that Nightleap! You've nobody. You are nobody. He won't follow,' she thought, walking aimlessly through the snow and underbrush.
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[if you haven't noticed, i've changed my writing style!!]
Light blue eyes widened. Whiskers twitched in worry, retracting against marbled fur. Why did Snakesnap have to go ahead and say that? He always ruined everything. 'You're so bad at everything, Snake! Why do you have to be so much like your father?' His mother's words repeated in his head, never forgotten, always waiting in the back of his mind for the opportunity to strike. Why did he have to be so much like him? His father ruined everything, caused the worst problems, and he never once attempted to fix them. Sounded like Snakesnap.
...but, that wasn't completely true, was it? There he was, watching Nightleap break down in front of him, and he felt terrible. His father never felt anything. He never repaired anything. But for once, Snakesnap could go right where he had gone wrong. "Nightleap, wait—" he started, leaping to his paws and sliding his claws out of his sheaths. Fueled with resentment towards his father and a blossoming feeling of... something... in his chest, he began to pad after his friend. He wouldn't let her suffer in silence. Not again. The snow nestled its way under his claws and made him shiver, but he kept going, determined to console her. She needed to get it out of her system.
"It's not your fault," he whispered, eyes narrowed in resolution.
If Snakesnap were to be completely honest with himself, he would have realized by now that he acted much differently with Nightleap than he did with his other clanmates. She's just special, he decided, but he knew in his heart that that wasn't the whole of it.