[AbsurdJinx]

Originally Posted by Wyldfire

@AbsurdJinx
[ Don't reply if you don't want too! I've been feeling on top of things ]
[ Lately and making a starter for daisy and tumble seems reasonable! ]
[ Thanks love! <3 ]

Rain patted nosiely at the ceiling of the Warriors den filling daisyshades ears with the constant pitter patter and trickle of water seeping through the branches laced together in order to keep it out. Which was failing. No matter though. Riverclan cats have thick pelts. Just for this. she thought proudly. She knew other clans complained about rain and it made her proud to think about 50% of riverclan Warriors didn't. Though riverclan had recently hit a harsh patch of leadership and wasn't trusted by other leaders she knew how hard russetstar had to be working in order to cleanse their paws of guilt. It was good to know her clan was being tended to so gently.

Her on the other paw was a hot mess. She never tended to herself just right and liked to think she didn't deserved to be related equally. Depression hit her hard, like being struck in the head by a stiff fish or catching a whiff of something rotten. Even being dunked into frigged water quote un quote reality. She had recently become isolated. Far off. Reserved and quiet. Much unlike her normal bubbly self. Just the thought of who she used to be scared her. Like a kit being afraid of thunderstorms but adventually grew out of them, she didn't think she could manage to pull herself out of this one.

She had been digging this hole for a long time, filling it with regret and depression, and she just kept on digging. Everything seemed so much darker where she was and she lacked the enthusiasm to really see the good in everyday things. Except for rain. It was quite strange but the only thing she enjoyed in every day to day life was rain. Or just sitting by the stream. Perhaps it was because one of her first memories with tumblestep was of them fishing together. Him falling in. It was scary at first but adventually they drew close. Than
On the flick of a dime they were torn apart again by so many complications.

Tumblestep... she hadn't thought about the Tom in a while. He was something she kinda wished she would forget. It may have been her fault the last time that they spoke was a bad one. Maybe because she broke into an emotional wreck and looked weak in front of him. Maybe because they just weren't meant to be... Or maybe because she loved him so much she began to think she didn't deserve him. Maybe. But now all she wanted was to forget. She lifted herself to her paws and slipped in between the raindrops trickling off the lip of the Warriors den entrance. Feeling the cold kiss of an icy sheet of rain seep into her fur and settle on her skin.

Refreshing yet uncomfortable. She continued through the muddy clearing until she reached the freshkill pile. It was wet and barren, which meant hunting was in order. She swept a tail over the prey and inspected it while shielding it from rain. Not edible. she concluded. Than she tunred, half expecting to see someone staring at her. Or someone whispering about her in the corner. The
Parinoia killed her mentally and sometimes physically.

[ I'm always up for a Tumble x Daisy rp! haha ]

Tumblestep had been crouched in the rain for what seemed to be like ages, in one damp corner of the camp opposite to the warrior den. His pelt was not thick, but short and thin. The rain drenched him, his fur glued to his skin in an uncomfortable way. He shivered, cold, but refused to move from his position as if he were frozen. His ears were folded back, like the raindrops weighed them down. His white whiskers sagged down, actually being weighed down by the drops of liquid. Overall, Tumblestep looked miserable, which he was. His rat-like tail was curled at his side, lying in a puddle of rainwater that he also crouched in. His gaze was locked on the ground before him, his eyes narrowed to defend his sight from the heavy rain.

Recently, his older sister who had disappeared during the evil era with his nephew had returned. He felt saddened for her, as she had returned to RiverClan to discover that her mate, or ex-mate, Russetstar, now had a new mate. And now his niece, or Shellfeather's daughter, had passed away. He never really formed a relationship with Cricketpaw, but he had kept his eye on her and loved her. He was confused as to how he should feel. After all, he had his sister back, as well as his nephew. But he lost his niece. Tumblestep shivered, not due to the cold, but because of the recent loss in his family.

And then there was Daisyshade, who he was still on negative terms with. Honestly, he missed her. He often felt comforted when she was around, and he gained some self-confidence when she was present. Tumblestep felt pain stab his heart. He yearned to make things right, but his cowardice held him back. Last time they met, she had seemed so... upset with him. He didn't know if he wanted to see Daisyshade upset again. But he'd avoided her lately, to give her space. Maybe, to recover? He still felt guilt for what he's done, a powerful amount of guilt that determined his relationship with Daisyshade. He was aware of the fact that he'd always feel that guilt around his friend.

Movement caught his eye, causing his head to painfully shoot upwards. His gaze settled on the same she-cat he's been thinking about. Daisyshade. Tumblestep performed a strange action, one that seemed as though he were to get to his paws, but had decided against it. He felt she didn't want to see him - he didn't even want to see himself! He watched her protect the already-gone fresh-kill pile against the rain, inspecting it, until she apparently determined that the fresh-kill could not be saved. His mint green eyes displayed fright, depression, anxiety... so many emotions. Tumblestep shuffled backward, further into the darkness of the corner that he almost blended into with his dark gray pelt. But his wide, vibrant green eyes were visible.

Finally, he decided it'd be best to get the pain done and over with. Uncomfortable with easing his way out from the shade, Tumblestep stayed put as he tried to find a way to show his hidden location. He simply called out to her in his usual raspy tone that resembled a loud whisper, ``Daisyshade!``