It had been so fucking long since he cried that he felt he was allowed this, despite trying to be the cheerful and caring deputy his clan so needed; he left the stern and stoicism to Violetta, but right now he felt as if his heart would break.
Padding slowly back into the camp, having left for a few days to travel to ShadowClan and visit Hostess-he visited only a body that she once housed. She was dead. Gone. Like so many others in his life and he felt that everything he touched simply died and left him here to rot.
Gildedheart didn't care that he looked wrecked, his head low and fur tussled-tears spilling messy onto golden fur. He didn't care, because he needed this.
He needed to cry for all those he'd never cried for, but mostly for her. Hostess. God. If he was such a saint then how could he not help the sinner...?
"Fuck." It was so rare for him to curse, but the word bubbled up in a lost anguish as he struck a tree with his claws, "DAMMIT!" He let the unhappiness escape him in slurred expletives, sobbing between muttered curses.
long live the king, the queen is dead (open)
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[abbr=Bisexual||Based off of Dean from Supernatural||Soldier of the Dominion||Blacksmith of Sunclan||Resides in the Arcane, the Knights of Eden, the Westeros and Stormclan (Yes TTrickster is fucking insane)]info[/abbr] - powers - battle tags[hr][hr]
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the tiny kit peered up at the tom. she was confused. this was gildedheart, a cat she had known for her entire short life to be caring, cheerful, polite, loving, and now... now he was crying, he was cursing, he was unhappy, and she didn't know why. "are you- are you okay? why are you sad?"
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ROCKET RACCOON !
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[color=#ADC2EB]Well this was certainly something he had never figured he would ever witness. He hung a little ways away from the others, since he was no good at comforting anyone, but written on his face was a serious mixture of concern and curiosity. Who the hell caused this to happen? If somebody actually did cause this then their asses would be beat, that was for sure.
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[hr]In her short time here, or in all her life, she had never seen anyone cry like that. She knew better then ask what happened. That was asked twice already. -
He'd attracted a crowd, he hadn't noticed, but then again he hadn't been focused on anything but getting the grief out in whatever way he could. It hung like a cloud over him and his claws were striped to the needle, paws bloodied from attacking the trees, but he still felt it even as he turned wide, water blue eyes to his gathered clanmates.
What did he say? How could he say anything? No one had liked Hostesscupcakes. She was an awful creature, a bitch, she was merciless and the only reason ShadowClan spared StormClan during their raids was because HE was here. She would never have harmed him, never had laid a paw on him no matter what he did or said.
She was his best friend, he had always been able to see past her flaws and all of her crimes.
Now she was gone. The world rejoiced, her clan grieved her, and he? He didn't know what to do...
"I'm..." Lost? Afraid? Because all of his old friends were dead and gone..."...I'm the last one left." Was he next?
Did he care?
Gildedheart felt so many emotions all at once that he couldn't pinpoint his exact feelings.
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Personally, the warrior was not the closest with anyone. Maybe her mother, a little bit. But she wasn't talkative enough to really get to know those whom she wasn't good friends with to begin with. The red tabby wouldn't know what Gildedheart was going through. She didn't really have much experience with death, which she assumed was for the better. This kind of grief was unfamiliar for the she-cat. Luckily, it wasn't too hard to feel empathy for the golden tabby.
The last one left? What did that mean? She was tempted to say that he wasn't the last one, but having no idea what the tomcat was talking about, she didn't bother. The last thing that Emberwing wanted was to look like a fool for saying he wasn't, when he was referring to his siblings or whatever. Embarrassment and mistakes were both awful.
"I'm sorry for your loss," the ginger tabby meowed slowly, awkward in the situation. "Things'll get better, though." That was all she could say. This was a new topic to the young warrior. And it wasn't one she really wanted to get into.
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Ivy Flamel #Ivy_activity
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[hr]Hottess? As in Hottesscupcake or whatever her name was? Was t she a killer or something? She said nothing related to that. I guess they must of been close. "I'm sorry for your loss" she said quietly, unsure what else to say. -
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agelast was a loner at heart. he had never seen anyone else cry before, not really. but he understood the feeling, of immense sadness that just swallows you up. although he was new to stormclan, he wanted to get immersed as quickly as possible. he had never heard of any of these cats, either. hostess? she must be some important person or something. but that didn't matter. concern spiked in his good eye as he turned to the sobbing cat and said "you know, sometimes it's best just to let it all out now instead of bottling it inside for the future. you can tell us the story if you're comfortable. we'll have your back even if you don't." -
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"who's hostess?" the kitten's plaintive voice rang out.
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Blazeheart padded fowards. She didn't know who Hosstess was but it wasn't a good idea to ask right now. She shot Mango a look like 'not the best idea to ask'. Blaze hadn't lost anyone recently, but knew how it felt to lose one.OOC:
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