Can you hold me || dismay, anger

[owlcrest]

The camp had flooded. The water had swept them out of their camp, quicker than he wanted- but he had safely brought Ryekit beside Willowroot. His ears flattened, his water drenched pelt heavy as he set the kitten with the others.

But suddenly, the apprentices head lifted. "I-i have to go back. I have to," his voice was shaky, faultering- but insistent. His mind was racing, the larger apprentice quickly making his way through their collection of cats, shaking his head.

Someone tried to stop him, their paws stepping in front of him, And a yowl escaped from him, budging his form foreward, his vision focused on the memory of the shell. "It's all I have left, stop- don't, don't stop me!"

Owlpaw, it's gone. Whatever it is, it's gone. Everything will be gone. You'll die.

"No I won't! Let me go! It's all I have left, it's all I have! Let me go!" Tears flooded down from his vision as he panicked, the apprentice trying to tear free from the grip of the other. It hurt. The truth hurt. It was obvious, the broken pieces of the shell would be gone. But he didn't care. He didn't care.

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[SUNSPARK]

"No, Owl. Are you crazy? Why do you want to go back?" she's the one speaking first. The moment they were all in safety, she had found him just like she had promised. Because they were alive - Thank StarClan. Huh, she gets why people say that now - and despite everything...

Sunpaw's never seen him like this, the sheer panic in his eyes, in his voice. It's all I have left, and she can only guess. Actually, she's pretty sure that she knows, and she's not even sure what she's saying. It's gone. He'll die. She means it. She's afraid of it. And he's fighting her now too, like he doesn't care at all.

She's already exhausted from the trek, the swim, from hauling the Elders with her but it's an iron force now that keeps her limbs steady as she shoves backwards against her friend. "Owlpaw! Knock it off! Someone give me a paw here!" she yells back. She pushes harder, attempting to knock him down, to stop his advances. "Cats are missing! Cats might even be dead. Stop- Stop fighting me, Owl! It's gone!"
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[owlcrest]

He cared. He cared too much. But the last and only thing he had of his mother, was swept away. Everything hurt. His lungs burned. And as Sunpaw knocked him back, he fell back on his haunches, lips quivering and ears flattening. He hadn't even realized it was her, this entire time. He didn't even acknowledge it.

Teary mismatched eyes looked to her golden- he had never, never wanted to act like this to anyone. But it hurt. Everything he ever knew, was gone. "Su-sunpaw, I'm, sor-sorry," he barely made the words out through heaves of sobs. He felt selfish, stupid. But he hurt. "It hurts. My- my mentor, my sh-shell, my cl-cla-clan-" he shook his head, before shoving forward to bury himself into her fur, into her body. Into her wet form much like his that felt so heavy.

"I'm so,glad, I'm so gl-glad you're safe. Is.. is pebbletail-," and finally he turned, finally he viewed the clanmates there, his ears flattening, and head lowering. How many were missing? Too many. He buried back into her fur, eyes shutting, and a hard gulp escaping from him. "So .. tired... So much.. to do.." he nearly whispered.

So vulnerable.

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[carawaysong]

-ˋˏ ༻✧༺ ˎˊ- carawaysong felt as if she still hadn't dried her fur from the water seeping into camp. try as the sun might, the warrior felt the chill of lingering river-water down to her bones. she is busy grooming and regrooming her fur when owlpaw's outburst sounds in her ears, sunpaw's consequential sound for help.

she approaches with a knit brow. it seemed owlpaw had calmed, but the feeling of displacement lingered. she knew this, forced from riverclan and skyclan's camp as a kit. carawaysong had seen more nurseries than a single cat should in one lifetime. now it had happened again, different reasons but they were driven out nonetheless.

riverclan had picked up the pieces before and it would do so again. she didn't have to feel so useless this time. "we'll find them all," 'one way or another' was the grim addendum she decided to leave off. the river was taking more than it was giving, lately. "you should both get some rest until then. we will be okay." despite the slight tremble of long legs, caraway's voice remained steady. eventually, they had to.

WELCOME TO THE STORM ˎˊ───‎ ༺ I AM THUNDER‎ ‎‎‎⚔︎

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  CARAWAYSONG ✩ SHE/HER, WARRIOR OF RIVERCLAN, 14 ☾'s
  ⭃ a tall and slender longhaired silver tabby with olive green eyes.
  ⭃ willowroot x poppysplash / / currently mentoring none.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  
  " ALL THE STONES AND KINGS OF OLD ⚔︎
  
  WILL HEAR US SCREAMING AT THE COLD "

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[SUNSPARK]

Owlpaw is so emotional. It's so unlike her. Then again maybe not. He's quick to tears, to sadness. She's quick to anger. But it's the overwhelming sadness that she doesn't know what to do with. She can stay here, staring down at his broken eyes that hurt her to look at too; but what does she do after that? She doesn't know what to do.

He presses his body into hers and she doesn't know what to say. So seeing Carawaysong is... To say it's a relief is probably unfair to Owlpaw, but having an adult here who knows how to deal with this is definitely... Good. "I don't know what to do," she mouths silently, a little too honestly, to Carawaysong and anyone who happened to be nearby. Physically? Yeah, she can stay here and let Owl cry. That doesn't bother her. But emotionally..?

She's definitely not cut out for this. She's not even sure how much she actually believes Carawaysong's words.

"...Listen to the warriors, Owlpaw," she mutters awkwardly, gaze swinging to said adults in the hopes they could say anything else to help.

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[HEMLOCKSHINE]

His first thought is more than uncharitable; At least he actually cares about his Clan. His second thought is wordless surprise. He'd thought Owlpaw to be nothing more than a spoiled brat, and the discovery of just how wrong he was, with all of his perceptiveness, makes his stomach twist in discomfort. He hates being wrong, more than he hates Owlpaw for being born so lucky, to RiverClan parents, under a code that says that kits can't be apprenticed until they're six moons old.

At the same time, the implication that Owlpaw would rather have his old mentor back frustrates him. It's not undeserved, and Hemlockshine wishes the same thing. Nevertheless, it calls his abilities into question, and his vanity is bruised.

He bites his tongue. No words of comfort are offered, but neither are scolding words. Owlpaw's training will continue the same as it has whether the camp has been destroyed or not, and the task of building dens is more crucial than ever now. This time, perhaps Hemlockshine will join him, if only to keep an eye on his technique and dexterity.

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• HEMLOCKSHINE ✩ he/him, warrior of riverclan, 21 moons
  ⭃ a tall, lithe black smoke tom with blue eyes and low white. he is cold, composed, and willing to resort to manipulation to get what he wants. he is incredibly vain, to the point that anyone who mars his pretty face is in for a world of pain. please note that hemlockshine will be prone to saying and doing awful things that i, as his roleplayer, do not condone. all of his opinions are ic only.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by solaire ↛ @funeralscythe on discord, feel free to ping for plots.

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[LOVEBURN]

✦•··········•✦•··········•✦ Owlpaw's distress tears at Loveburn's chest like his namesake bird closing talons over a fieldmouse. He is not likely to be someone the apprentice would find comfort in —he isn't another 'paw, isn't the mentor he cries for (nor the one he doesn't)— but that doesn't convince his paws to turn around. He passes Hemlockshine and cannot help but think that he should make an attempt to connect with his pained apprentice, even knowing the warrior's unreachably frigid nature.

At least Carawaysong and Sunpaw have made their attempts to soothe Owlpaw. Perhaps a touch awkward, in the latter's case, but it's a good effort. He dips his head to bump his nose into Owlpaw's shoulder, where the younger cat has buried his face in Sunpaw's fur. "We're here for you, all of us." Well, most everyone, but far be it from Loveburn to point that out right now. "That's not something you can lose. As long as you're a RiverClanner, no amount of rain or flood or— or cold leafbares can take that from you."

loveburn (formerly lovepaw and starlightpaw) — currently thirteen moons old
son of cicadastar & smokestar — brother to cicadaflight & beefang — he/him
single & not really looking — peaceful/nonviolent actions may be powerplayed
please note that loveburn has persecutory delusions & sometimes personal prose
will make patently untrue assumptions and mischaracterizations of other people.