Light breaks through darkness after days without its presence.
It is small at first - flickers of sun that jolt Greeneyes' paws awake, that reignites waning hope of an escape. The warrior follows behind Needledrift's guidance, his heart pounding. Any moment, the rubble tunnels he and others have been wandering in could be behind them, a moment of survival accomplished.
Would everyone else be waiting for them? Would they have tried to rescue those left in the tunnels? Or would those rendered free from the rockslide be long gone now - continuing on the journey without them?
And Figfeather, what would come of his sister's fate? Greeneyes had tried to find her - had tried to seek her out as rubble came tumbling down- but to no use. Had something happened to her, he doesn't know if he could go on - not with the knowledge that he'd failed his sister.
Small flickers grow with each step forward. Shadows no longer hold a stark veil over his eyes, and reliance on his other senses diminishes. Though his surroundings are still shrouded in darkness, Greeneyes can see his paws in front of him, now.
And suddenly, all is light. A flash of white opposes the night-black his vision has squandered in and a viridescent gaze squints at its severity. His eyes begin to water, but he isn't too certain if it's because of the sun, or the relief that washes over him.
He is free. No longer is he trapped in dark confines - no longer is he left to nibble on salamanders as a means of survival. He does not have to fear a death below ground. Greeneyes is
free.
As he takes his first steps out of the rubble, Greeneyes turns to face his cave-mates, turns to check they're all there: Orangeblossom, Duskpool, Needledrift, Flamewhisker, Stormpaw - all of them. His gaze shifts to focus on obsidian fur, a face once adamant he'd be left behind in the darkness of the caves they'd just emerged from.
Told you we wouldn't leave you behind, he wants to tell the older warrior, only to hear gagging, to see Duskpool on his side. Greeneyes starts toward him, blinking at the sunlight that shifts in his vision.
"
Duskpool...?" he asks slowly, worry thick in his voice, "
Are... Are you okay...?" His concern is met with dismissal, a muttered confirmation that the hulking tom is okay. White paws shift beneath him as he's urged away while Duskpool shuffles to pull himself upright - a hesitancy to leave the warrior while he doesn't
look alright.
But, he hears his name.
A shout from a familiar voice, one that he'd feared he'd never hear again.
"
Figfeather!" Greeneyes calls back, verdant gaze tearing away from Duskpool to scan the crowd of cats before him.
A reunion - everyone is here. Everyone is here still. Finally, he spots sun-striped fur in the crowd, and a sob of relief escapes him. The red warrior bounds forward to weave through the crowd of cats. "
Figgy!"
He greets her with a nudge to the side, grateful to see his sibling again. "
You're... You're okay!" he chirps through streaming tears, "
I tried to find you in the rockslide but I... I couldn't... I..." His words trail off with a sniffle. He thought he'd lost her, thought he'd lost another sibling too soon.
"
I'm just happy to see you again."
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// checking in on @DUSKPOOL before reuniting with @FIGFEATHER
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GREENKIT ‣ GREENPAW ‣ GREENEYES, Warrior of SkyClan
— Daisyflight x Raven Ramble
— AMAB; He/Him
— A red tabby and white tom with bright green eyes.
— Mentored by Sheepcurl; Currently mentoring Falconpaw
— "Speech"; Attack
✦・゚: * — Among SkyClan's first born, Greeneyes is a bright tom with an affinity for the world around him. Despite always seeking to be kind to others, the warrior believes he's cursed - a belief brought on by rhetoric that green is a deadly color.