Carry On [Russethawk] Mar 8, 2013 13:12:11 GMT -5
Post by Phoenix on Mar 8, 2013 13:12:11 GMT -5
RainClan || Apprentice
|If any cat were to see him now, they would doubtlessly wonder what had happened to his intelligence. He was, after all, walking along the shore of the very thing that had chased them from their camp, claiming the lives of a few cats with its raging waters in the process. Why would any cat have the desire to tempt fate once more by walking along its shores, especially with the river still swollen from the flood? He had no answer, and yet, there he was, muddying his paws on the banks of their provider and destroyer.|
It was curious how the river had that dual nature. They relied on it for fish and prey, but it held the devastating power to wipe out the entire clan. Pensive blue eyes turned to gaze into its depths as their owner paused in his slow stride. The day itself was unusually calm, and the wide expanse of water before him barely rippled in the softly blowing wind. Everything was placid, still and tranquil; had he not survived the storm, he would have been hard pressed to believe that the river was capable of the damage it had done. He kicked a nearby rock as hard as he could, watching it soar through the air for a few brief moments before breaking through the glassy surface with a hollow plunk. In silence, he watched the ripples spread from its entry point, growing in size as they expanded outward. They lapped gently at his toes with less force than a kit. How could something so unassuming become so destructive?
He found it hard to believe, but it could. It had stolen both of Russetp—Russethawk’s parents from him in one fell swoop, right in front of his older friend’s green-eyed gaze. His thoughts ran down that familiar track, falling easily into the grooves that had been dug into his consciousness. He could never distract himself for long from worry over RainClan’s newest warrior, for he understood all too well the pain of losing a parent; it was hard to imagine how it must have felt to lose both at the same time. But he had only been 3 moons when he had lost Mama, and though the event would never leave him, he had had Swanfeather to lean on, Swanfeather, who had so quickly and readily filled the empty gap her death had left in his life. It was some consolation to know that his friend had Roselight and Razorfang, both of whom would look out for him.
But Russethawk also had him as well. Ready to be the shoulder to cry on, should his friend require it, Bravepaw’s mind had transformed very much in the short amount of time that had passed. Being there for the ruddy tom had become one of its top priorities, distracting him from his grief, engaging him in conversation, anything to get him to laugh and smile, if only for a little bit. Because when Russethawk could hardly breathe from laughing, he was not dwelling on his loss. And he avoided commenting on parents as much as possible without it being overly obvious, avoided talk of death, and tried to keep their conversation topics upbeat, even if the matters were more trivial than usual. He was hesitant to push Russethawk too far, to completely ruin any trust that the ruddy tom might have in him; he did not want to discuss the topic, but he wanted Russethawk to instigate that conversation. So he would wait. But the question that nagged at the back of his mind was how long.
Having become lost in thought, the apprentice snapped himself from the daze he had fallen into and glanced around. With a brief movement, he shook out his fur, giving his chest a few quick licks as he began to continue on his way. Blue eyes tore themselves from the river beside him, and as he faced forward, he saw the very subject of his worries. Had he been there all this time? Quietly, Bravepaw padded up to Russethawk, announcing his arrival with a quiet, ”Hey Russethawk. Mind if I join you?”