NEVER FORGOT // rta

RAVENDUSK

I'M NOT YOUR FAIRY TALE.
Jun 17, 2022
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Tonight was beautiful. The moon stood tall across the sky to send down the beaming light on the river to make it shine up like the stars themselves. It was a perfect night to return back to the same place he kept on visiting, months after months on repeat. The pattern never changed. It never would. Down here by the river was the only place he belonged to be.

Two years had already passed by..so many full moons had passed since then. So many times he had been standing here now by the river to place the six hyacinth flowers into the water to watch them drift far away. Every single full moon this would be the place to be, repeating the same thing over and over again, to place the same flowers at the river, each one for someone that had been lost, stolen from him. The rest of the remaining time was nothing but a blurr, a meaningless existence. Everyday since then they had just been drifting day by day, just a empty shell of who he once had been. Grief had left a lasting mark on the soul. Too many losses. Anything good he so dared to touch would turn into nothing but dust. A place to belong did not exist for someone like them.

The last flower had been dropt into the still river to float away slowly to accompany the rest on the journey. Ravendusk followed the unchanged pattern to watch under a heartbreaking silence. No matter how much time passed this unbearable pain never seemed to go away. The guilt and self-lothing only seemed to grow stronger for each passing day...when thinking about what could have been. When thinking about this tiny paws, this innocent smiles that had shined so brightly once. It felt like forever ago now. Just a distant memory.

Ravendusk stared up at the stars even if fully aware no comfort would come from there. " If i serve you faithfully...will you let them in too?." an question that never would comfort with a answer they knew. It was pointless to wonder, to even dare to hope anymore. In the first place he shouldn't even be here in this place right now. It should just have been a temporary stay, an escape from reality for a while. But aha, look at him being a such fool to have stayed...dooming yet another life to death because of it.

His sorrowful gaze would find its way into the water once more to stare into his own spiteful reflection. " Peachpaw...i'm so sorry..." He had failed them. For two years time they had grieved their apprentice death, refusing to take on a new one ever since losing them. If he had just kept a closer eye on them....Peachpaw who had become the sole reason of him staying, to have given him a new purpose in life. A light in the darkness...gone all over again. His grief had keept them here, a thirst for justice to avenge their poor apprentice...until their grief had become the only reason of remaining to drift away until there was nothing left of him.


Sometimes he wished to just step out into the water to allow the waves to swollow them and sink to the bottom and let the coldness embrace them forever. That would have been fitting end for them for sure.


 
✦•··········•✦•··········•✦ It is, as he understands it, a moonly ritual for Ravendusk to assemble at the river and depart with flowers. All while brooding heavily, of course. Perhaps it is unkind of Loveburn to think so— grief takes different faces in everyone, and Ravendusk's does no harm to anyone, save himself. Loveburn does not think it could possibly be healthy to prepare a new goodbye with every turn of the moon. Does he give himself enough space from mourning? Loveburn does not think so. He misses his fathers— of course their loss still wounds him, but they would want him to live, and live fiercely. He fully intends to do so, no matter how much that shadowy cabal might desire to spill his star-blessed blood.

He thinks it does more harm than good for Ravendusk to repeat this ritual.

"You've done this for as long as I've been alive," he comments, not unkindly, as he dips a paw in the river. "Do you mean to do this forever?"
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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.
 


( ) peachpaw is a name willowroot remembers from her first pregnancy. a sweet girl, best friends with willowroot's adopted daughter ashblaze, stolen from life late in her apprenticeship. the foul rogue kuiper had drowned the ginger girl, left her body for her clanmates to find. willowroot remembers coming upon it, remembers the scrape of claws against earth as buckgait and smokethroat had torn after the murderer, remembers curling her tail around crappiepaw and koipaw, remembers carefully carrying the body back to camp and settling peachpaw to rest. it'd been a traumatic day for all involved, most of all peachpaw's mentor, ravendusk.

the sight of the tall tomcat perched beside the river is not an uncommon one, and willowroot watches with sorrowful green eyes as her friend releases six hyacinth blooms into the waves. it's the same every moon, pale flowers floating into the stars at the paws of a still grieving man. loveburn approaches, dark body slinking through the shadows to stand beside ravendusk. he murmurs soft words, a small comment on the length of time this great sorrow has carried on for. willowroot can't blame the older tom, though. she has thought about steepsnout every day since her former apprentice's death, wondered if there was something she could've done to stop it. she'd passed from a sickness so bad not even starclan could save her. willowroot regrets a lot of things, but one is that she did not do more to go on the journey for lungwort. she had been pregnant at the time, but still the sorrow of it lingers.

peachpaw hadn't even reached warriorhood as steepsnout had. the sunset hued girl was struck down in the prime of her apprenticeship. so, understanding swims in the verdant gaze of the smoke woman. she gets it, she does. padding closer, willowroot pauses on ravendusk's other side, offering the man a comforting blink. peachpaw would want you to stop grieving, she thinks, but she does not say it, for a similar thing has been said to her before. grief is not something one chooses to abandon. it releases its claws when it wishes, clinging close otherwise. "two years," she murmurs instead, angling tall ears forward as she turns her head to observe the fading blossoms upon the water. "two years of this. must be hundreds of flowers with her now."


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  • WILLOWROOT ☾ SHE / THEY, WARRIOR OF RIVERCLAN. MENTORING MIDNIGHTPAW. PENNED BY LAVS
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    a long-haired black smoke oriental with sage-green eyes. smoky long fur coats the length of willowroot's lithe body, cut through with dark ghost stripes. friendly sage green eyes that narrow in an almond shape, and her muzzle and limbs are thin and long due to her oriental heritage.