she's still steaming [Drydusk/closed]

[Silky]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=47e32d] kit;; Dustpaw the fuming words;; 388 notes;; She's contemplating throwing herself off of here. "I wish I was dead." Angry green emerald's stared back up at her from the water, echoing her words. Stupid Shadestar. Stupid Fireclan. Stupid Mosspelt, stupid Pinestep, stupid Solartail! Stupid Shadowclan! Stupid EVERYTHING! Her life was stupid. Her mom was stupid. Her dad was stupid. Her brother was stupid. Her younger siblings were all stupid. Her clan was stupid. This new territory was stupid. She hated everything about this place. It was a forest, not a marsh like she was used to. Well, not that she was used to marsh anymore. She was used to abuse and rape, hardship and screaming, sneers and jeers, domination and regret. Everything about her life was stupid. She wished Starclan had never given her a life now. Only one cat could fix her dying heart, if he didn't have a mate. Drydusk: Her mentor, friend, and love. She'd loved him since the start, since the day she had been made an apprentice. He'd always been nice to her, friendly, joking around. He'd been a great stand in for her father... And she was horrified when he had chosn Shadewing as his deputy. Kicking a rock off the Halfbridge, the kit that she still was stared back at her angry relfection. Stupid. Stupid stupid stupid. Everything was stupid. Everything was worthless, idiotic, not worth doing. Everything about being a warrior was. Maybe she should leave, become a kittypet or something. But that would tarnish her family's blood. Family blood? She hardly cared anymore. So what, her two grandsire's had been leaders, as had her father, not that it mattered. She might as well have been a kittypet, a loner, a - Starclan forbid - Fireclanner. Ruby fur seemed to expand as she took a deep braeth, ready to leap off the edge of the Halfbridge. A voice carried to her ears, and the she-cat turned to see the beautiful grey tom, the centre of her affections. He was looking at her with soft eyes, but Dustpaw's emeralds didn't soften, only grew more angry. "What do you want?" She asked, her voice betraying her body language. Her voice was soft, quiet, sad, whilst her body language portryaed anger, hatred, a body ready to die.

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[sandfire]

The soft marsh gave way under his weird as he padded after his apprentice... One of the many things he had lost, and the only thing he had just gotten back. His blue eyes shone with worry, shimmering in their gray-framed set on his furry head. It didn't take long for him to trake hersent to the Halfbridge, where she stood.

She seemed so upset. She looked near ready to jump off the bridge- thought whatever possesed her into wanting that was beyond him. "Dustpaw..." He mewed softly, though not betraying his secret terror. He was so frightened... what if she did jump? If he had been moments to late... She turned on him, her green eyes cold, bitter. That of a cat who hated everything and just didn't care anymore. That was what he saw in her eyes... and it made him cringe.

"Dustpaw, what are you doing?" He asked, voice desperate, as he stepped closer. If she jumped, he'd be right after her. He'd save her... Even if she didn't see a purpose in living now... He couldn't loose her. He tremored in his paws. He could almost imagine her now. He could almost see the stars in her pelt- the whispers of Starclan humming in his ears. They would take her if she would come- though he feared she had given up on them too...

Biting back a whimper, he pleaded softly, "don't do this." His tail quivered, his pelt fur rising on end. He didn't want to go for a swim. "Don't go... Come back..." He could almost imagine loosing her again. He could see her paw slip and her tumble off the bridge, even if she did start to pad toward him.

Let's just say, he was prepared for the worst.