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❀❀ OH HOME, LET ME COME HOME ❀❀
periwinklebreeze & 14 moons & demi-boy & he/they & windclan moor runner
periwinklebreeze & 14 moons & demi-boy & he/they & windclan moor runner
When night falls, peri finds himself restless, shifting nervously as he watches the others settle down. They'd done it at last - found the lungwort they'd come here for in the first place. They'd - they'd be going home at last. It almost feels to easy - not that it actually was of course, but - they were all still here, alive and well. It's a relief, really. And yet, somehow it still hurts - still feels like too little, to late. He'd joined this expedition simply because he'd thought himself expendable - visions of blood on his paws driving him onwards. What was his life, compared to the others? He just didn't want anyone else to feel the pain he had. It's not until today that he stops to wonder why it is then, that the rest of the group had come. A few days ago, maybe he'd have simply laid there in silence, kept his thoughts to himself - but now, he finds he cares.
"You know... it almost f-feels like a d-dream," he says, speaking softly. Tail flicks slowly as he pauses, eyes on the delicately woven daisies he cherishes so much. "I... left someone b-behind. P-promised I'd m-make it b-back... I d-didn't think I r-really would though," it's a heavy topic - but Periwinklebreeze has always been a cynic - he'd seen to much bloodshed, too much death. This world is cruel - starclan included.
"My b-best friend g-g-g-got yellowcough - they d-died before starclan even s-sent the visions," Was snailstride in starclan right now, listening in? Watching over them? The thoughts not as comforting as he'd like. It only leaves him feeling hollow and empty, the familiar feeling of apathy seeping in before he can stop it. "I only c-came because... I d-didn't want anyone else to g-g-go through that- that pain," not even sootstar herself - even his loathing for weaselclaw paling in comparison to his empathy.
"I h-hope they're alright, b-back home," head turns at last, tired blue eyes meeting green as he shifts nervously, ears pulling back as he tucks his tail tighter around his paws. "... why d-did you volunteer?" he asks quietly, though he's not even sure if they did - had the others chosen to come along, been given a choice, or had their leaders simply forced them to? Though surely, if even the moorland queen had asked, the other four would have too. They can't have been so cruel.
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ooc: directly interacting with @GREENEYES but no need to wait
tw/cw: mentions and musings of death and loss
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