Well you do enough talk
My little hawk, why do you cry?
Tell me what did you learn from the Tillamook burn?
Or the Fourth of July?
We're all gonna die
My little hawk, why do you cry?
Tell me what did you learn from the Tillamook burn?
Or the Fourth of July?
We're all gonna die
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Weary paws dragged forward, his whole body slumped as if the cat inside had lost the will to live. His tail trailed behind him, brushing weakly through the dirt. Fresh wounds marred his pelt, patches where fur had been torn out, proof of a fight he no longer cared to remember. His once-bright eyes were empty now, holding nothing but dull acceptance. Acceptance that this was it. That there was nothing else to do. The delusion he had clung to, that Alder was still alive, still somewhere... It had finally shattered. Fae was gone. Gorsepaw was the sole survivor of faer decision. There was no StarClan, there couldn't be. If there were, Dustystar would've met Alder there. But she hadn't.
There was nothing left.
Nothing but the naive hope of a kit who wanted his family back. Ridiculous, really. He could see that now.
Almost half a moon had passed. He wondered how WindClan was doing. How Icepaw and Gorsepaw were. Ah... they must be twelve moons by now. He didn't know. He didn't care. Dragging himself toward the only memory of warmth he had left, Pebblepaw stood before the wreckage. The barn was gone. nothing but a broken skeleton of charred wood. The Twolegs hadn't bothered to rebuild, hadn't even cleared it away. His ear twitched, aching from a half-healed wound. There was a tremble in his step as he pressed closer, nuzzling against the ruins that once felt like love. Tears stung at his eyes.
" Home... " he whispered, voice shaking.
He lowered his head, curling into himself, trying to make his body small, invisible. A soft sniff escaped him as he buried his face in his paws. There was no home anymore. The world was twisted and wrong. Everything was gone. There was no use going back to WindClan. They'd scold him. They wouldn't understand. They couldn't. Gorsepaw and Icepaw... surely they were fine without him. Meadowpaw had others now too. more friends. Nutmegpurr, his mentor.. She was better off too. Maybe she even had a new apprentice already.
Nobody would miss him.
A quiet sob slipped from him as he lay there in the ashes, trembling. Maybe, if he stayed long enough, the world would forget him too.
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