Exhaustion had set in quickly after returning to camp; Juncopaw had allowed herself to be whisked away by her Clanmates, finding safety amidst the middle of the crowd. Her voice had not been heard much then, surprisingly, for all the fun had been stripped from her the moment she saw death. Her mind reels with the events of the past hours now, even when she tries to shut her eyes tight and shove her face into the comfort of her nest. She knows she should sleep it all away so that she can return to normal tomorrow... but sleep doesn't come.
Silence.
How easy it is for a cat to die.
"Psst-"
Silence.
"Hey, psst!"
she hisses louder, looking at the nearest nest beside her. Surely she's not the only one who is struggling? Juncopaw knows she will get over this somehow, but for the time being, she cannot comprehend all these new, terrible things that she had learned.How easy it is for a cat to die.
"I can't sleep,"
comes the complaint. She simply has to make it everyone else's problem. "Can you?"
Set after the Gathering, this is for apprentices only!