- Jun 7, 2022
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No one expected one of RiverClan’s best to die, slain at the paws of some WindClanner who isn’t even half the warrior that he was. When the enemy clan retreated, when he heard his name echoing through the trees, he hadn’t expected to see Clearsight there, broken and bloodied and… dying. He’s almost certain that something, somewhere deep down inside his chest maybe, snapped. Some tether holding him to awareness, to his future, to his hopes and dreams. They’re all out of reach now—gone on the wind, washed downstream.
He knows that he isn’t the only one hurting, knows that it isn’t just his heart that feels like it’s been shattered. Something fragile, bashed against a rock. Still, he hides away in his nest, burying his face into the only thing that still smells of his love. It’s been a couple days—long days, filled with fitful sleep and seemingly endless tears. He never knew he could cry so much. Life will continue on, it seems, but he doesn’t want to move on with it.
Still, there is someone else who must surely be just as wrecked as he is. Just as lost, untethered, consumed by grief. Clear had felt so strongly for his apprentice, his little charge who he’d watched grow from barely more than a kit, to a near full-fledged warrior. (But he won’t be there to hear Gill‘s full name.) He finds the black and white apprentice after only a short while of stumbling around aimlessly, flinching each time he catches a clanmate looking his way. He feels like a wreck, is sure he looks like one too. But he doesn’t care, not really. There’s not much to care about anymore, is there?
His eyes are already filled with unshed tears when he settles in front of the younger tom. "Hey, Gill. I just…" There’s a sob trying to work its way out of his throat, wretched and ugly and too large for the space that it fills. He clamps his mouth shut even as it twists with emotion. "Just wanted to check on you. See how you’re… holding up." It seems too soon, almost, but he has to be here for the boy. He has to check in on him—because if he doesn’t, who will? It’s what Clearsight would have wanted.
// @GILLPAW
He knows that he isn’t the only one hurting, knows that it isn’t just his heart that feels like it’s been shattered. Something fragile, bashed against a rock. Still, he hides away in his nest, burying his face into the only thing that still smells of his love. It’s been a couple days—long days, filled with fitful sleep and seemingly endless tears. He never knew he could cry so much. Life will continue on, it seems, but he doesn’t want to move on with it.
Still, there is someone else who must surely be just as wrecked as he is. Just as lost, untethered, consumed by grief. Clear had felt so strongly for his apprentice, his little charge who he’d watched grow from barely more than a kit, to a near full-fledged warrior. (But he won’t be there to hear Gill‘s full name.) He finds the black and white apprentice after only a short while of stumbling around aimlessly, flinching each time he catches a clanmate looking his way. He feels like a wreck, is sure he looks like one too. But he doesn’t care, not really. There’s not much to care about anymore, is there?
His eyes are already filled with unshed tears when he settles in front of the younger tom. "Hey, Gill. I just…" There’s a sob trying to work its way out of his throat, wretched and ugly and too large for the space that it fills. He clamps his mouth shut even as it twists with emotion. "Just wanted to check on you. See how you’re… holding up." It seems too soon, almost, but he has to be here for the boy. He has to check in on him—because if he doesn’t, who will? It’s what Clearsight would have wanted.
// @GILLPAW
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