- Aug 1, 2022
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IM SCARED TO GET CLOSE AND I HATE BEING ALONE
I LONG FOR THE FEELING TO NOT FEEL AT ALL
THE HIGHER I GET, THE LOWER I SINK
I CAN'T DROWN MY DEMONS, THEY KNOW HOW TO SWIM
OOC-this is late but its happening because these two need some type of closure and to have things end (for now)on a positive note!!!
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It felt surreal, all of it. If there was one cat he would have expected to follow Sootstar right to the very end, it was his mentor. That unshakeable loyalty had been what first manifested respect in him for the spotted shecat, because very little meant more to Coldsnap than true loyalty, a concept he wasn't even sure existed in todays day and age.
Who would have thought that after Honeytwist and Emberfang, it would be Hyacinth that found herself exiled?
It should have enraged Coldsnap, should have iced him over in cold fire that made him hate her, just as he'd hated her that night she'd refused to give him the answers he needed, as he'd hated himself for negelecting Rosepaw and turning away from Leech and Dandelionlion after his death.
But there was no anger.
His mind wasn't buzzing with rage or animosity, his muscles weren't tense with barely bridled hostility. There was no confusion or panic, no rushing of blood in his ears or taste of copper on his tongue.
Instead, he was shockingly steady.
For the first time in a long, long time, Coldsnaps mind felt clear. It was like things had suddenly snapped into focus for him and now, finally the edges didn't blur together into one chaotic mess he couldn't decipher.
He could see.
Sootstar wouldn't let them all accompany her to the border, but Coldsnap fell into step beside her as she made her way slowly across camp, steps unrushed and meandering, giving them a moment of privacy as Jaggedoak continued on a few strides ahead. Coldsnap might not be able to go with her to the border, but Sootstar hadn't confined him to camp, either.
He'd go as far as Hyacinth let him.
"I'll look after things here." he said, finally breaking the gentle silence that had washed over them, and while his voice was steady, there was a softness to it that did not often make its home there. "Moonshadow and the kits. Yew. Coalfoot. Dandelionwish; I'll keep them safe until you can come back home."
If it took a month, if it took ten years, Coldsnap would make sure he kept them alive for her so that when the day came that she could return, they'd be there waiting to welcome her back. Even if he had to cross half the damn world to find her and drag her back to them. "Just, don't forget who you are, out there, okay? Your Hyacinthbreath, a Windclan cat. And the second Sootstars gone, these hills and everyone in them are going to welcome you back."
Wherever she went, whatever she did, she had to come back to them. Windclan needed her, needed cats that cared enough to protect it. In her absence he would try his best to fill that empty spot, but they all knew that it wasn't something any single cat could accomplish on their own. Still, he'd fight for it. Now that he could see it, nothing would get in his way.
@hyacinthbreath
windclan warrior - male - 12 months - a large, dark grey tabby with yellow eyes
I LONG FOR THE FEELING TO NOT FEEL AT ALL
THE HIGHER I GET, THE LOWER I SINK
I CAN'T DROWN MY DEMONS, THEY KNOW HOW TO SWIM
OOC-this is late but its happening because these two need some type of closure and to have things end (for now)on a positive note!!!
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It felt surreal, all of it. If there was one cat he would have expected to follow Sootstar right to the very end, it was his mentor. That unshakeable loyalty had been what first manifested respect in him for the spotted shecat, because very little meant more to Coldsnap than true loyalty, a concept he wasn't even sure existed in todays day and age.
Who would have thought that after Honeytwist and Emberfang, it would be Hyacinth that found herself exiled?
It should have enraged Coldsnap, should have iced him over in cold fire that made him hate her, just as he'd hated her that night she'd refused to give him the answers he needed, as he'd hated himself for negelecting Rosepaw and turning away from Leech and Dandelionlion after his death.
But there was no anger.
His mind wasn't buzzing with rage or animosity, his muscles weren't tense with barely bridled hostility. There was no confusion or panic, no rushing of blood in his ears or taste of copper on his tongue.
Instead, he was shockingly steady.
For the first time in a long, long time, Coldsnaps mind felt clear. It was like things had suddenly snapped into focus for him and now, finally the edges didn't blur together into one chaotic mess he couldn't decipher.
He could see.
Sootstar wouldn't let them all accompany her to the border, but Coldsnap fell into step beside her as she made her way slowly across camp, steps unrushed and meandering, giving them a moment of privacy as Jaggedoak continued on a few strides ahead. Coldsnap might not be able to go with her to the border, but Sootstar hadn't confined him to camp, either.
He'd go as far as Hyacinth let him.
"I'll look after things here." he said, finally breaking the gentle silence that had washed over them, and while his voice was steady, there was a softness to it that did not often make its home there. "Moonshadow and the kits. Yew. Coalfoot. Dandelionwish; I'll keep them safe until you can come back home."
If it took a month, if it took ten years, Coldsnap would make sure he kept them alive for her so that when the day came that she could return, they'd be there waiting to welcome her back. Even if he had to cross half the damn world to find her and drag her back to them. "Just, don't forget who you are, out there, okay? Your Hyacinthbreath, a Windclan cat. And the second Sootstars gone, these hills and everyone in them are going to welcome you back."
Wherever she went, whatever she did, she had to come back to them. Windclan needed her, needed cats that cared enough to protect it. In her absence he would try his best to fill that empty spot, but they all knew that it wasn't something any single cat could accomplish on their own. Still, he'd fight for it. Now that he could see it, nothing would get in his way.
@hyacinthbreath
windclan warrior - male - 12 months - a large, dark grey tabby with yellow eyes
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