I FEEL LIKE AN ASTRONAUT IN THE OCEAN
He'd thought that getting away from his father would be enough. That all he needed was to put some space in between himself and the older tomcat and it would solve every problem he had. Quill would finally be able to live a nice, normal life without any of the bullshit, and things could finallybe nice and quiet. And it worked- for a while, at least. Skyclan was weird but it was good, better than anything he'd had in a long while.
But there were no smooth roads in and out, were there? His dad wasn't even here and he still had his claws sunk into everything Quill did, threatening to take away what little peace and sanity he'd managed to find for himself out in the woods. There were always going to be assholes like that npc who'd think nothing of handing him over, there would always be that infectious hate living inside of Quill waiting to get out like it had today, and most importantly of all, there would always be a timer counting down the days he had left in Skyclan.
He understood that now.
He didn't show it in that moment because defeat wasn't something he liked to admit to easily, but the realization hurt. Was it so much to fucking ask for a home that didn't hate him? For a place where he could disapear from his past and start over? He'd been doing so good here, had gotten so far without any problems, and now the entire clan was looking at him like he was some kind of monster. Maybe he was. Maybe growing up that way twisted you into a new kind of animal and Quill had only been pretending at being normal.
Stars, he just wanted things to be normal.
The addreniline was wearing off, but he clung to what defiance still lived in him because it was better to feel that than the guilt and self-hatred churning in his gut. He dind't feel bad about hurting that npc; they were an asshole he had history with and he didn't expect the Skyclanners to understand that, but the rest? He'd traumatized some kid, made every warrior in the clan hate him, and effectively ruined whatever progress he'd made with the cats around him. He'd left the dark parts of himself loose and now Skyclan was stained with it, he was stained with it, marked like Cain as a traitor who couldn't be trusted.
Churrodream had snapped him out of it when she shoved him away from the npc, and the shock of seeing Stagkit cowering beside her had been enough to make him hesitate, but for whatever reason, it was Twitchpaw that extinguished the last of the fire inside him. The other apprentice was easily disturbed by the world around them and Quill shouldn't have been surprised that this would be no different. Of course Twitch would be horrified, Quill knew that. So why the hell did it cut so deep seeing that look directed at him?
There was no visible change in him as Thistleback made their way over; Quill was still stiff-shouldered, and glaring coldly at those around him as the other tom spoke, but he wasn't mad anymore. Annoyed and frustrated? Sure, because now he had to deal with the consequences to his actions. But it wasn't Skyclans fault he was like this, and it wasn't their fault for being angry at him or scared of him. He'd done that to himself.
Still, the exact details weren't something he was ready or willing to share. Call it stubborn and idiotic, but he still had some sense of fucking pride left, and he'd rather be seen as an asshole by the Skyclanners than some desperate coward who couldn't handle the thought of their dad dragging them back home. But Thistle wasn't wrong, and even Quill could see that much. The cats here had watched him brutalize another cat without any explenation and if Quill didn't want to be thrown out on his ass he had to give them a reason.
It was a moment of conflict, because what was he supposed to say? He could be an asshole or he could be a victim, and while he knew which one he'd prefer to be, pursuing that route would only land him in hotter water with a bunch of cats he wasn't trying to make enemies of. But admitting the truth in front of all of them? That didn't seem like an option either. No matter what he said he was screwed, and the feeling of being trapped wasn't exactly a nice one. Fuck. Fuck!
He was gonna have to do this, wasn't he? In front of all of them. Either that or leave, and that last one was something he was seriously considering because he'd spent this much time trying to forget his past, and now he was going to drag it out for them all to see. He would never be able to outrun it.
"Someones looking for me, and I don't want to be found."
The words came slow, chosen carefully to mask the obvious truths he didn't want to say, and he was torn between wanting them to outright understand and hoping they couldn't read between the lines.
"If I am, it's gonna be bad."
Very bad, if what the npc had been telling the truth- and while typically Quill wouldn't believe anything that came out of the mouth of a drama starter like them, he couldn't take the chance of all that being true. If it was, then Quill running away hadn't made anything better for his family at all, and now his dad was on a warpath.
"He was gonna turn me over."
And that's it. That's all they were getting from him. If Blazestar decided it wasn't enough and made him leave then so be it. He may still be a kid, but he was strong. He'd figure it out, with or without a clan.
skyclan - male - 8 months - bisexual - homoromantic - single - very tall tabby tomcat with broad shoulders