I couldn't seem to drown (Open)

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    Marshpaw



    Evacuate. No. Evacuate. What was the point? Evacuate. My friend is dead. Evacuate. My mother favors orphans more than her own son. Evacu-


    He had saved himself from drowning, having been asleep while the flood hit and no one bothered to remember him.. No one bothered to save him so he saved himself. By the time the time the dark tom had managed to find dry land they were all gone, fled to a safer place- Without him. He dragged his dripping wet hide to Skyclan, what a stroke of luck that his clan had planned on heading here too. Yay! He was reunited!


    Marshpaw shook out his fur wearily, there was nothing to celebrate. There was nothing- He collapsed to the ground in a patch of sun, his shoulders shook with silent cries. Why did he keep fighting when it seemed he failed at everything? He couldn't protect his mother from being taken and now for whatever reason she loves the orphans more! He couldn't save Ashpaw, his only and best friend! He promised.. He promised he would..



    ”Marshpaw?” One of the lost ones. Another body swept away by the storm, too small against the raging tide and the enormous waves that flooded the camp. Nightgaze quickened her pace and broke into a sprint towards the tiny black body collapsed on the forest floor, every step sending a jolt of pain through her weary bones. It was Marshpaw, and he was okay. She didn’t even know what to say as she slowed to a halt and craned her neck to look down at his defeated form, slouched over atop a heap of moss. Another one lost, yet another one returned. The heaviness would remain on her shoulders, and her exhausted amber gaze would briefly travel over the younger feline to look for any major wounds. They both shared the same brokenness, the same spark of anger and sorrow that filled them up from the inside, but left them empty at the same time. “You’re safe now,” she said, remaining still as she stood protectively over the apprentice. All that mattered was that he was home, even if their home was no longer where they were used to.