TW: Death Open Camp AS THE LAST OF THE BUGS LEAVE THEIR HOMES AGAIN ☼ ] return [

[GOLDENROAR]

{$title} tw: this thread includes death and grief themes! please take care.

His paws steps are heavy. Weaselchirp has his flank, carrying the other half of Molewhisker's body, but that isn't what feels so, so heavy. Achingly heavy. It's the loss that this represents. One of the heads he trusted in the tunnels, much like he trusts Weaselchirp down there, lost. Lost to what? It wasn't their own carelessness, he knows that. Goldenroar believes so heavily that he knows it wasn't Molewhisker's fault. He's lost in thought, but camp crests into sight soon enough. The lump of anxiety that was growing in his stomach jumps to his throat.

Dandelionpaw should have run ahead to alert Dimmingsun, but he isn't sure if they told Dustystar, too. Aqua eyes sweep towards Weaselchirp to take stock in how the other way doing, and silently he continues ahead. Stepping into camp under the cloud-covered sky felt chilling, even more then the cold weather, or the cold body upon him. Goldenroar doesn't speak, signaling with his ears instead where he intends to move. He lowers the corpse down, standing a bit straighter.

He doesn't say any wise words- no, instead he's sweeping his eyes on the crowd. He's silently relieved that neither of his siblings could have ever drowned beneath soil. He finds them in camp, makes sure they're okay, then moves his vision to search for Dustystar instead. He expects Dimmingsun will be here soon enough. Goldenroar turns instead to Weaselchirp before finding the leader, despite beginning the scan with his eyes. "You did well finding them, Weaselchirp. Take care of yourself." He says quietly, brushing his shoulder to hers, before heading to stand near @Dustystar's side.

_______________________ I KEEP RUNNIN' BUT ☼ I'M STANDING STILL _______________________

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  // follows this thread here
  // tagging @DIMMINGSUN and @Dandelionpaw, as well as @Weaselchirp
  // briefly looking at merrystalk and sunnyspring, but no tag there!
  

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• GOLDENROAR he/him, windclan deputy, fourty three moons.
  ☆ a lh golden red marbled tabby with low white and glimmering aqua eyes. often seen with a smirk, confidence oozing from him in heaps, but always the ever-helpful guy.
  ☆ mentored by no one / mentoring dandelionpaw
  ☆ older brother to merrystalk and sunnyspring
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  
  ☆ mini by tasmagoric, ref image by laevatein (yours truly!)

 

[Weaselchirp Weaselchirp]

I'm a young soul in this very strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit 'bout what is true and fake
But why all this hate? Try to communicate
Finding trust and love is not always easy to make

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Weaselchirp was no stranger to death... Oh, no, no... She had danced with it before, hadn't she? When fire chewed up her home... When smoke took her mother... When her siblings scattered like leaves in a storm. Only she and Ripple had slipped through the cracks of fate then, like worms avoiding a careless paw. But this... This was different. This was her earth. Her tunnels. Her dark, her quiet, her sacred place beneath the skin of the moor. And something wrong, terribly wrong, had slithered into it.

Molewhisker, careful, clever Molewhisker should not have been cold. No, no, the soil should have held them warm, held them safe, held them alive. Her wide orange eyes stared at the ground as she walked, unblinking, like she was afraid the world might break again if she blinked even once. She should have felt it, the tremble, the shift, the warning hum that tunnels always gave her. She should have been there sooner. She should have started her work earlier, taken that path first, followed that instinct that had itched in her whiskers this morning... Maybe then Molewhisker would be walking beside her. Maybe then the earth would not taste like grief on her tongue. A sharp breath caught in her chest, and suddenly her head snapped toward Goldenroar, too fast, too stiff, like a tree branch whipped by a sudden wind. For a heartbeat her face cracked open, showing all that hurting softness she rarely let anyone see.

" It was the least I could do... " she whispered, her voice thin and trembling like loose dirt on a ledge. " No... No, the earth wasn't supposed to take them yet. Not yet. " Her gaze fell to Molewhisker's body, and her ears drooped until they almost brushed her cheeks. " The earth didn't want this... " she murmured. " It didn't ask for this. Those wounds... They're not tunneler wounds. Not collapse wounds. Something else touched them. Something wrong. "

Her thin tail lashed, sharp as a crack in a wall before her head dipped again. She squeezed her eyes shut, almost childlike, as if not seeing the body would keep the grief from spilling out of her as Goldenroar brushed past her, urging her to take care of herself.

" I will... "

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