Posts by Dean !

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Dean was out of the nursery late again, as usual. His mother spiraling into such a state didn't have a positive effect on him. The sun felt good on his fur, that was one of the the primary reasons he left the nursery at this point. Fawnpelt did try to help him, she truly did, but there was only so much she could do.

Fawnpelt was like his rock, keeping him rooted to life and reality when he was down. One of the few things in the world he viewed as good anymore. When he left and saw the female laying there limp, his heart skipped a beat. She never would lay down like that. The kid held his breath subconsciously, quickly looking for signs of breathing. Her chest didn't move, the breeze hardly stirred her fur. "Mama Fawn!" The kid yelped, scrambling over to the scene with wide eyes. He would attempt to poke her with a paw, as if trying to wake her up like he did so much when he was a mere 2 moons old. Before they both fell into their current state. She wouldn't move, she wouldn't address him. This caused a sense of panic to stir in him. Surely she wasn't...? "Medic!" He yelled, a sense of denial swelling up as tears formed in his eyes. She couldn't be dead, he refused to accept it.

His mother was gone. Gone for real this time. Sure he had the rest of the clan, but did he really have the rest of the clan? Did they care? It's not like he personally knew anyone, hell he wasn't even emotionally fit to be an apprentice, despite being apprentice aged. Wasn't he just a bother? A dead weight for his clanmates to carry?

The male let out a sigh. Ever since Fawnpelt's death, he was rarely seen outside of the nursery. This was one of those times. He found himself just outside of the nursery, lurking by the entrance. He wanted to go back in but he knew that he'd only get told that he needed to go outside and play. The NPC queens tried to help him, comfort him, but he didn't want their comfort. He wanted Fawnpelt. Why did she have to be gone?

Timur was going to post with Benedict, but seeing that Benny wouldn't of simply talked she would post with Dean instead. After a nap containing a bad dream- a nightmare one may call it- the male found his paws itching to run and get away from the place that caused these bad dreams. So in a flurry of sad brown fur, the tomkit ran until he could run no more. He found himself at a lake, a figure he hadn't seen before by it's side. Was this what he got for locking himself in the nursery? Not knowing his own clanmates? On tired, shaky legs Dean would bring himself over to the other, knowing that at the very least he should know his clanmates. Plus there was plenty of water here, he could get a drink. "Who are you?" The male asked, his head lowering as the adrenaline wore off.

A voice came to him and he would flick his gaze up, trying to see who had spoken to him. Was he alright? "No." The kit replied, deciding to be honest. His mom died, why would he be alright? "I want mama Fawn back." He added, tears welling up in his eyes as he thought about the feline in question.

Several people came over, some he recognized and some he didn't. One dude spoke in a language he didn't recognize. He wasn't sure if it was what he was saying or if he was just too out of the loop to understand, but he didn't understand. Then Moonbeam came over and spoke, saying the words he refused to believe. Gone from natural causes. Prep the body for burial. No this wasn't right, she couldn't be dead!

"NO!" He yelled, refusing to believe it. Dean buried his face in her fur, ignoring the horrible smell that filled his nostrils. It rivaled the fox's smell, but he didn't care. The kit would bring himself as close to his mother as he could. She couldn't be dead. She was coming back right? Like she always did? She'd be back soon, she had to. "Come on mama Fawn let's get something to eat." He said. He had put up so much trouble for her in the past, and in more recent times refusing to do things like play with other kids or even eat sometimes. Surely he'd have time to fix it and make it up to her? Surely this wasn't the last time he'd see her?

They were... moving. It was actually happening. He didn't want to leave. This place was his last reminder of his brother. Of his mother. Of his family. Of his happy times and memories. He didn't want to leave. Sure, there were lots of bad memories, but this was the only place he had known his family in, and for so brief a time. Too brief, he was too young to loose his mother. But nature didn't take that into account when deciding who did and didn't make it.

The young male slowly walked over, an upset look on his face. In his paws he clutched to a small object, something in which he hoped would remind him of Fawnpelt. Something he hoped would help him when he missed her most. Why did she have to leave? The kid blinked and looked up, tears forming in the corners of his eyes as he thought about his mother, regretting leaving camp that one day for what had to be the millionth time. Why oh why couldn't he of just listened to her the first time?

Since StormClan is moving and I don't exactly know what to do with this kiddo, maybe Dean gets lost and ends up on BHR land, and ends up joining and once he's settled down Fourth could apprentice him? He's 7 moons old but hasn't been apprenticed yet because he's a bit emotionally unstable, so this would be good for him and where I want to go with his development.

Sounds good to me! I'll @ you when I post it c: