HERE I COME, MARCHING ON TO THE BEAT I DRUM —
Russet was grateful HawkClan had let her in. The girl truly was, even if she couldn’t express this via spoken tongue, which may be one if the reasons she was so grateful for her new campmates’ hospitality, more specifically that of Liza and Ravelights. Even better, she seemed to have a gradually budding friendship with the equally anxious ‘Hydroplane’, or Hiraeth as she was commonly known. She couldn’t be mote happy in her new home. Everyone let her do her gardening thing, and she enjoyed it—even if she did have to spend a good chubk of time fixing the beds that Dollface unfortunately tramples over, but she was hardly one to hold a grudge.
While she called it her ‘new home’, HawkClan was really the only home she currently knew. Unknown to her, the pup suffered from amnesia, resulting in a change of personality she didn’t realize and a complete loss of every memory except for how to walk and comprehension of the common language, English.
Whether she knew her personality was potentially different or not, what mattered was what her personality was currently. Russ was, frankly, a gentle and friendly soul, but a shy and anxious mess all the same. This mix ended with the poor gal bottling up her negative emotions, as she refused to burden her kindly hosts with a display of anxiety that she couldn’t explain for more than just the lack of conscienceness towards where the panic can from.
Today, however, the unforunate girl knew exactly where her panic was coming from.
It was... a mix of things. First and foremost, her recent promotion to guard. While deemed a somewhat lowly position, it was still a stepping stone towards something greater, and Russ recognized this. Maybe this is what made the rank up so overwhelming, or maybe it was her new high expectations for herself. Some NPCs had described to her the purpose of a guard; to simply greet visitors and watch over the camp. Simple, right? Well, not to Russ. To her, thoughts along the lines of ‘but I can’t speak! what if people think I’m rude?’ and ‘what if I miss something? rave will be made at me!’ ran fast in her busy, broken mind, pushing forward waves of nonsensical fear.
Now, Russet was far from ambitious. She didn’t really crave a higher rank the way others may. No, her fear was much pettier than demotion.
She feared being exiles from HawkClan for not performing her duties to the utmost perfection.
A, admittedly, dumb, unrealistic fear, however in the moment it made complete sense. If she didn’t contribute, what use was she to have around other than to consume resources and take up needed space? To her, exile seemed like the most likely result. What kept her on her toes was the amount of others around her, let alone that she didn’t know most of them.
Let’s see. Was she forgetting something?
They were located on an entirely different fucking planet now.
Russ had been placed beside an odd glowing lake, a strange sight to the voiceless creature. Frankly, the sight only unsettled her mote. All that escape the girl’s lips were a panicked yelp and a loud, singing dog howl—a noise that she could still make, even if she did lack words.
Where was Hydroplane?
And, most importantly, Liza?
These five were the only ones she knew as of now, and thus her homing beacons if comfort in this strange new world. But, the issue was, where the hell were they?
Anxiety erupted from the lost girl in waves, quickly overflowing to the point of breaking. Hyperventilation, burning eyes, trembling limbs. The devastated lass was terribly shaken and didn’t know what to do. New didn’t suit her tastes. She wanted the old HawkClan back. She wanted her plants back.
Shit! Her plants!
Who was going to take care of her poor vegetation?
Not knowing what to do, Russet, bless her, collapsed into a sobbing pile of trembling fur, scared to move away from her spot but also worried she might get eaten by whatever the hell was on this mother fucking world.
At least her body was in one piece.