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 Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2018 7:02 am
Was it even possible to feel even more lost than before? Dawnstride might not have believed it, but he certainly did. Absent-minded paws stumbled off toward the edge of the forest, carrying him away from the knot of cats surrounding their leader's body. He could no longer bear to look at them. The pain he felt - they all felt - was too close, too raw and intense to be shared. There was something even more empty in the Clan now, a hole that gaped open more surely than their lack of a home, more than their lack of a deputy or healthy, expectant queens. Now than Sunseer was missing, it... The tom grit his teeth. He hadn't realized that he swallowed back tears until they brimmed threateningly beneath his eyelids. What was the point of MountainClan? What was the point of this journey SunClan had sent them on, trying to save themselves, when they turned around and ripped their soul away from them?
Skysong was speaking. Dawnstride could hear her voice over his shoulder, rousing broken spirits into action, and yet...
There would be volunteers to bury Sunseer properly. He should be among them. And yet.
The tom's paws folded underneath him, crumpling him artlessly to the ground. It was difficult to force himself to do anything. Green eyes dulled, staring listlessly into the treeline. Why bother, then, to make the attempt?
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2018 11:35 pm
 Robinpaw had been stuck to Littlepaw's side since she woke to the sound of her kin's wail. The pain of losing her uncle, Robinpaw's only surviving adult kin, was still fresh in her mind, but she was more focused on spreading good will around her Clan mates. It was the way that she was able to cope, by ensuring that she was bringing some light to the eyes of her friends.
Riverpaw had stayed with her and Littlepaw too and Robinpaw was grateful for her dear friend to be so close to her. Robinpaw was certain that if she needed to take any manner of reprieve, that Riverpaw would stick by Littlepaw. At the moment she hadn't any notion to leave, but a flash of bright orange at the corner of her gaze caused her head to turn.
She watched a warrior, Dawnstride, leave the group that surrounded Sunseer and fall to the ground. Raising her tail in alarm, she hurriedly got to her paws. She sent a meaningful look at Riverpaw and brushed her tail along Littlepaw's flank. She would be back soon, she just needed to make sure that Dawnstride wasn't hurt. Littlepaw wouldn't be able to take patients for a while, but that didn't mean Robinpaw couldn't. She'd make him better somehow!
Hurrying over to the ginger and white warrior, Robinpaw found him staring blankly at the trees. Tail curling with anxiety, she nudged him with her nose.
"D-Dawnstride? What's the matter? Do you feel sick?" She asked, her eyes wide with concern. "Can I help? Let me help. I'll... I'll try to find you something to feel better." She gazed around at the trees, her gaze fixed on a piece of dry moss clinging to bark nearby. "I know! We could play mossball! That always made me feel better when I was younger!" She mewed, trying to push away the feeling of dread rising in her throat. They'd just lost Sunseer! Dawnstride wasn't dying too, was he?
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2019 6:14 am
Although Dawnstride's head turned, it took a moment for sightless eyes to focus on the worried face of the kit in front of him. The mismatched eyes that gazed back at his own were distinctive... Robin. Robinpaw, that was it, wasn't it? The warrior cringed. It was too difficult to remember, and he had paid too little attention to the apprentices that he didn't know right off the bat. But getting too close to them was even more dangerous than doing so with his fellow warriors. They, at least, were powerful, trained cats of the clan. These little striplings... How long would it be before they went the way of Sunseer? Passed gently, or not so, into the long night?
In fact, he expected it to hurt: seeing such a small, vulnerable face right after Sunseer's death. The surprise that it didn't wormed its way out of his despair, pushing him reluctantly towards that earnest little voice.
"I'm not sick, Robinpaw. No more than usual." He tried to smile, but even he could feel how insubstantial it was. Felt like the rest of him. Gone limp. Numb. The paws folded beneath his chest were doing little more than holding him upright, and only that was more out of habit than anything. "I'm not sure I'm in much of a mood for mossball. Are you good at it, though?"
Dawnstride didn't want to worry her. He would have preferred, perhaps, to do his mourning in peace; even though this didn't feel like any kind of grieving he would consider good. But she was here, and he couldn't think of way to tell her to leave him alone without being mean. The ginger tom thought himself flawed in many ways, but cruelty to kits was decidedly not one of them.
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Posted: Thu May 23, 2019 11:14 pm
The warrior was trying to make her feel better, but Robinpaw's brows remained knitted together. It was her job to make everyone feel better, not the other way around! Swallowing her oncoming dread, she nodded.
"I used to be really good at mossball, but Riverpaw is even better. I'm good at tree-walking, though! One day I'm gonna be the best tree-walker in all of MountainClan, better even than Duskwing, she's my mentor, you know." She felt very out of place, happily chattering on when her kin had just passed. But she would feel worse leaving Dawnstride here. "You don't have an apprentice yet, do you, Dawnstride?" She asked him. "I'm sure that'll change sooner or later. And if you don't have a buddy to walk with, I can walk with you some of the way." She offered. "That way we'll both be in good company."
She looked hopeful for a moment, but after the span of three breaths, her tail drooped.
"Am I making things worse? I'm sorry. I just... you're not going to wander off and leave everyone, are you? We've already lost plenty and... Here, I'll jsut sit with you, if that's okay?" She said, moving over to his side and laying beside him, curling her paws underneath her. "We don't have to talk or anything, if you don't want to. We can just sit here and... and think about everything." Robinpaw said quietly.Anderleit Sorry for such a long delay! I'm still interested in this RP if you are!
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2019 9:39 am
"Tree-walking?" The orange tom's brows lifted, inquiry bringing the tiniest verdant flicker to an otherwise dull gaze. If he'd heard the term before, it failed to bring to trigger any impulse in his preoccupied mind; but were the apprentice to describe it, Dawnstride would likely recognize the hunting method. And be proud, at that: stalking amongst the trees wasn't fit for every cat.
Robinpaw's question drew a more serious expression from him - but only for a moment. Then he was just floored, and proud, of how such a young she-cat could have such a giving spirit.
A giving spirit that he was just smothering. He was the reason that hopeful look went out of her eyes, and that crushed a little bit of the warrior. Did he reserve the right to grieve if his mourning hurt the little ones? Didn't he have a responsibility as a warrior to buck up in the presence of his Clan? Dawnstride didn't have to think too long about the answer.
"You're not making anything worse, Robinpaw. In fact, thank you for sitting with me." He hazarded a smile, lopsided and tremulous. "I haven't had an apprentice; I'm not so sure I'd be a good teacher. Why don't you tell me what Duskwing has been teaching you? That will help me prepare." SunClan be merciful, but he didn't want to see the happiness fade from young eyes like that again. Regardless of what happened to them here, it was beginning to sink in for Dawnstride that he did not have the luxury of pretending that he was the only one who had to deal with it.
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