SOMEONE TOSS ME A ROPE —
He felt like a ghost. In fact, he wished he was a ghost. He wished he was dead and up in Starclan so that he could see them all again. It seemed that all he did was list their names in his head. And the list kept growing. Now it was Robinpaw and Rosewater that joined the growing list. The only way he could get the loud thoughts in his head to simmer down was to keep pacing. So that's what he did. He kept on walking.
Stormpaw paced along the edge of the thunderpath, not daring to let his pale eyes gaze at it for even a second. He stayed focused on the patchy sun-burnt grass that grew along the side. He wasn't there for any real reason. He wasn't going to do anything stupid like that one time he'd frozen up in the middle of the black asphalt and Rosepaw had had to save him. No, Stormpaw was just... thinking.
He wanted to talk to someone, and he wanted it to be Robinpaw. But he knew that wasn't happening. A loud sigh escaped the fluffy tom as he continued to pace, never once looking to the Shadowclan side. It might just be too painful if he did.
LIGHTSTORM sorry this is a little late
Lightpaw certainly shouldn't be going this far, especially with his injuries given to him by Canarypaw. It still stung, but it wasn't as bad as the first three days. He was confined to the medicine cat den to be checked on, but he didn't exactly like being cooped up in a den. Thankfully they allowed him to venture out of the den and take walks, and he was excused from his apprentice duties momentarily. He was walking around the thunderpath, watching the monsters go by. The horrible noise they made scared him more than anything. However, when he looked around he saw a cat near the path. It alarmed him, as it was someone young too. They were in deep though too, so he became to follow the other as best as he can. It was hard when his flank was still in pain.
Eventually, he managed to get close enough to them. He didn't know them and he was certain they weren't going to attack him out of nowhere like Canary had done. He wasn't planning on attacking them any time soon either, especially with injuries like these. Are they alright? They seem a little upset? Did something bad happen to them? He had yet to know that Robinpaw had been someone close to them. Lightpaw himself didn't know the other tom very well, so he couldn't say that he and Robin were especially close for him to properly grieve for them.
Nevertheless, he tried getting the other cat's attention. It wasn't working, they refused to look in his direction. I don't want to alarm them and then something bad happens. Rosepaw will kill me if I get hurt again. "Hey! Uh, is something wrong? We can talk about it, if you want?" Just back away from the Thunderpath a little bit more.
SOMEONE TOSS ME A ROPE —
Startled, Stormpaw quickly regained his composure and hopped to the side. He smiled slightly upon seeing another cat his own age. With a quick sniff he confirmed the other tom was from Shadowclan. The thought of which made his heart pang suddenly.
"I'm... not alright." he replied, his expression one of realization. He really wasn't alright. The apprentice looked quickly both ways and took a deep breath. In two large bounds he reached the Shadowclan side of the thunderpath, getting nearer to Lightpaw.
"Sorry for being so intrusive on your uh... territory. I'm Stormpaw, from Thunderclan." the cream tabby said quickly, his eyes wide as he watched Lightpaw for his reaction. Storm just hoped the other tom wouldn't try and attack him. "If it's alright with you... I guess I could talk about it." he added with a slight tilt of his head. "You might've heard of Robinpaw, he's-no, he was an apprentice of Shadowclan?" the apprentice asked before launching into anything else.
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