COLD WORLD // open, returning from darkclan

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    WE JUST WANNA FEEL SOMETHING —

    //this was supposed to happen like last week but i never got around to it oops


    daisypaw couldn't believe it. she'd traveled all the way up to the mountains only to get sent right back as soon as she arrived. she'd just wanted to let everyone know she was alive after all these moons, but apparently her old clanmates didn't care for her as much as she thought. the doubts were already there, but it hurt like hell to see them confirmed. well, that was the last time she would ever make any effort for those darkclan assholes.


    she held back tears the whole way home; the mountain terrain was too dangerous not to be on her best guard. after half a day traveling, she was finally back in the forest, and all the emotions returned to her. hatred of her birth clan and her family that she didn't want to feel but couldn't help, anger at her ex-clanmates' shallowness, sad because nobody liked her, but also that she deserved it. confusion. what did she ever do wrong? tears of anger, misery and self-loathing ran down her face, clouding her vision so she had to stop walking. she slumped against a tree and just cried.

    ❝ I’M JUST LOOKING FOR SOME REAL FRIENDS ❞ 

    A familiar scent crossed his nostrils and he smiled. He follows it until his eyes meet the pale-colored she-cat. She’s crying, or rather bawling. Why? Ryepaw presses a confronting cold nose against her shoulder before he catches the blues and begins whimpering. He sits down and hides his face as a few tears roll. His face twitches as the corners of his. He makes his weird face likes he’s talking when in fact he’s thinking and trying to talk. Rye had came out to his best friend, Chasingpaw, who literally walked away. Then he developed a crush on Chase. Then Chase developed a crush on him but too soon the crush was destroyed under the claws of two Bloodclanner that tortured and almost killed Chase and attacked, maimed, and broke Rye’s leg. Then Rye had left Riverclanner, the place he had called home.

                              -storage

           

    WE JUST WANNA FEEL SOMETHING —

    daisypaw didn't notice the other until he was there, touching her shoulder in what she assumed to be a comforting gesture. normally she would have shied away, tried to conceal her emotions and halt the tears, but she didn't care anymore. the storm of emotions she was feeling was suddenly replaced by cold apathy. nothing mattered. she didn't matter.


    ryepaw broke into tears just as hers had started to stop. her breathing was still shaky and rivulets still fell from her eyes in a slow stream, but for the most part, she was quiet now. the cream she-cat's glacial gaze studied the tom, and confusion was all she was met with. why was he crying? weirdo, she thought bitterly. daisypaw knew he could talk. why didn't he? it was annoying.

    ♚ BEGONIAPAW ♚



    "Oh darlings!" Begoniapaw would sob, seeing two clan mates in tears, what monster would not cry at that! Daisypaw smelt of mountains and tiredness, all the tortoiseshell wants to do is wrap up the poor dears and put them in a nice nest for the night. "You both look a mess!" He whines, wanting dearly to comfort the two but having no clue where to begin. Or maybe ... "Why don't you both come back to camp? The hunting patrol came back with some nice fresh prey, you could eat and tell us what happened?" The soft insistence in his tone comes from imaging Daisypaw up in the mountains, unable to hunt whatever prey was up there.



    WE JUST WANNA FEEL SOMETHING —

    she would normally feel offended by such patronization, but begoniapaw's concern was certainly welcome after the hostility in darkclan. daisypaw got up silently, breaking away from ryepaw and padding after the tortoiseshell tom with her head low. "i'm not hungry," she mumbled. or maybe she was, she didn't know. she should be, after such a long journey, but she couldn't be bothered to eat or drink anything at all.

    ♚ BEGONIAPAW ♚



    Not hungry? Starclan would could have rattled her so that even her stomach doesn't feel right? Imaging the worst, he slips a tail over Daisypaws back, gentle and guiding back towards camp. He prays her hunger will appear later, lighting a spark he's seen in Daisypaw before. "Of course, darling, perhaps some rest instead? Are your paws alright after walking so far?" Closer now he can certainly taste the mountainous air around her cream pelt, vastly different from the soft one of earth and oak trees on his.



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    "they're fine," she meowed shortly, pushing past begoniapaw at a faster pace. she was exhausted, and she struggled to keep her heavy eyelids open, but she didn't want to rest. didn't want to do anything but cease to exist.


    //oof muse where are you