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Why was this her fate? Did everything bad always have to come all at once? Why couldn't she ever get a break? Was this family cursed to lose everyone?
Acorncharm had finally gotten over the loss of most of her family, and now more had to go and join them. Her father, Applecrisp, and her beloved sister, Chestnutheart hurt most of all. It should have been more comfort to her that she didn't know the fate of her sister, that she still had hope that she was still alive and out there somewhere. But, really, that thought hurt even more. If Chestnutheart had chosen to leave her own her own, did that mean that she no longer cared for her? Yes, Acorncharm still had family in the clan, but none that she was close to anymore. What would happen to Frostpaw's kits? They had been being raised by Applecrisp. Should she take over raising them?
That hit another hole in her heart. Melondrop. Her best friend since kithood, the one that she had been secretly in love with. She had hoped to one day work up the courage to tell him, and maybe raise their own kits one day, but now he had gone too. Her own family wasn't enough, did the curse extend to anyone that she cared about? Should she just shut her heart off forever?
Acorncharm laid in the warrior den, these thoughts floating around her mind and she cried. She had long ago lost the ability to form tears, but she didn't care. She curled up in her bedding, unsure of what time of day it even was anymore - or even what day in general. How long had she been like this? How much more does she have to lose?
The early summer rain had driven the white and brown tabby tom back to the safety of the warriors den. It was not the water that bothered him, but the loud crashing of the thunder over head and the cracks of lightning that arced through the story sky. Rushing back into the wing of the warriors den that he had built his nest, Rivergale crouched down and looked miserable, his wet fur in spiky clumps around him. He didn't realize someone else was in their nest until he gave his pelt a shake, sending drops raining around the den.
"OH!" he exclaimed, his stormy eyes landing on Acorncharm. "I'm so sorry!" Taking a closer look, he could she that she she-cat was physically upset. "Oh, hey are you okay?"
It took the grey tabby much longer than it should have to realize that someone was actually talking to her. At first, the voice had just blended in with the sounds in the background. But it continued, so she flicked an ear and, slowly, the sound began to register as words. It was another few moments after that, when she actually realized that the words were being spoken to her and not a clanmate, causing her to only catch the last two words. At least it was all that she needed. But, how did he expect her to reply?
Lifting her head, her teary gaze fell upon Rivergale, and she attempted to sniff back the mess on her face. With a rather hoarse and raspy voice, she said, "Been better."
Concern washed over the tom as he looked at Acorncharm, his heart shuddering on her behalf. Giving his pelt another thorough shake, he settled himself as close as he could without getting her wet. He saw the sadness in her gaze, a frown pulling at his lips.
"Wanna talk about it?" he asked, wrapping his tail around himself.
Slowly and shakily, Acorncharm pushed herself into a sitting position. Her green eyes struggled to focus on her own paws, and she felt vaguely dizzy. When was the last time she had food? Water? She still didn't even know how long had passed since she had shut herself in here, so it was hard to find an answer to that one.
"I don't even know where to begin," she replied, giving a sudden shiver. Sitting up had made her lose all of the heat she had gathered, and although it was hot outside, she felt vulnerable.
He could hear the faint rumble of her stomach, lips pulling down into a frown. "Let me get you something to eat," he said. Without waiting for an answer, Rivergale shot back out into the rain and towards the freshkill pile. Before he had retreated into the warriors den to find Acorncharm, he had been out fishing. A few of the FallClan warriors gave him grief for his normal catches, but he still put fish on the freshkill pile every chance he got; partially just to spite them, and partially because he liked showing them up.
Grabbing the plump trout he had fished out earlier, he raced back to the warriors den. Once inside, he dropped the fish close to the she-cat, water and scales glittering on his brown and white pelt. "I promise it's fresh. You don't have to eat a lot, but maybe try a bit? I'll eat the rest."
For a few moments, all Acorncharm could do was stare at Rivergale. There was no emotion in her gaze, almost as if she was seeing him but not at the same time. Slowly, green eyes fell to the fish, which received the same empty stare for a second. For some reason, she couldn't quite grasp why Rivergale was being so nice to her. It had to be out of pity, right? But even so, she should still eat the fish he was offering. Even though her mind told her so, her stomach turned at the thought of eating. Would she be able to hold anything down?
A glance up at Rivergale, however, filled her with guilt. He had gone out of his way to get her something to eat and was caring for her, she shouldn't make him worry. The reason why he was doing this didn't matter, she didn't want to burden him. "...Thank you," she said softly, before leaning down to take a small bite of the fish. The moment that she swallowed, her stomach roared, suddenly reminded of the existence of food. She still didn't want to eat much, but now she at least felt hungry.
Letting out a reassuring purr, Rivergale settled down on the other side of the fish and watched the she-cat, cleaning scales from his chest as she ate. "Being cooped up in a dark den might not be the best way to cope," he commented lightly, turning his eyes up towards the she-cat every now and again. He was pleased to see that she was eating, even if it was only a little bit. "I don't know what's going on, but I know it'll get better. It always does."
Acorncharm took a few more slow bites, taking her time in eating. She felt that if she ate too quickly, her stomach would not be happy, and she would rather prevent that if she could. Eventually, she glanced back up at Rivergale as he spoke, but avoided meeting his gaze. For some reason, she felt guilty having him comfort her. He probably had better things to do than care for and feed her, but here he was. Of course, she was thankful. As much as she had thought that she would prefer to be alone, there was something comforting in the tom's presence.
Her gaze slid to the exit of the den just as the sky lit up with lightning. "I'm not too sure that outside is too much better," she replied. She didn't comment on the second thing that he said, but she did attempt to give him a week smile in return.
"What's a little rain going to do?" the tom asked with a grin, waving his tail happily behind him. "At least it's not scorching out there because of it. Rain in life in lots of the world, we would be lost without the water."
Glancing between Rivergale and the exit, Acorncharm's face took on a rather confused expression. Was he encouraging her to go out in the rain? That didn't sound too appealing to her, but his excitement told her that he felt the complete opposite. She already felt rather cold, despite the greenleaf warmth, after just sitting up. How cold would it be out in the rain? She didn't know how to tell Rivergale this, however. He seemed so happy about the weather, she didn't want to make him upset or disappoint him.
"I... I don't know," she ended up saying, rather lamely. Her mind still raced to come up with any sort of excuse that he might accept as reasonable. After spending so long in her bedding, she wasn't all too eager to leave - although there was a small part of her that was thirsty for fresh air again.
The brown and white tabby continued to look at her, a smile still pulling up the corners of his lips. "Maybe it'll help wash some things away for you as well?" Rivergale offered with a tip of his head, tail flicking behind him. "You won't know until you try. All it takes sometimes is one stop in the right direction."
It was still difficult for Acorncharm to grasp just why Rivergale was going out of his way for her, but somehow his presence felt warm. Comforting, even. Without her knowing it, some of her worries and the heaviness in her chest had begun to wash away. It was a start, she supposed, even though a large portion still weighed her down. "Maybe..." she started, then paused for a moment, attempting to search his face for any sign that said that he didn't actually want to be here. When she was only greeted by his smile, she continued, "Maybe outside would help."
Pushing himself to his paws, Rivergale gave a small nod and pushed out of the den. The rain had already started to lessen, and his fur had partially dried while sitting in the den. Giving it a shake once out into the camp, his brown and white pelt fluffed up slightly. Fresh rain sparkled like dew on his puffed-out pelt. Turning his face to the sky, the smile on his maw widened until teeth were showing. Droplets of water rolled down his whiskers as the tom soaked in the slight drizzle, turning to a mist as it hit the ground.
The summer heat caused the rain to steam from the ground, mist rising up in the clearing. The warrior turned his head back towards the she-cat, his ears alert and eyes bright. "I bet it looks even better down by the river," Rivergale said with a wave of his tail. "And imagine how good the forest is going to smell." He didn't know what it was, but he wanted to make Acorncharm feel better. Posionrush had asked him if he fancied any of the she-cats in the Clan, and the first one that had come to mind was Acorncharm.
Acorncharm found herself glad that Rivergale had left the den first, as she struggled to her weak paws. Stumbling a couple of times, the grey tabby paused, her eyes locked on the outside as she attempted to gather her strength. Not only would she have been embarrassed if Rivergale had seen her weakened state, but the guilt of having him take care of her would have grown. As it was now, she already felt like she was being a burden. Taking a deep breath, she took a couple of test steps, then slowly joined the tom outside as he turned.
The joy that he seemed to be feeling hit her as their eyes met, and she almost missed what he said. Was he actually okay with accompanying her? Before any weird feelings could be born, she averted her gaze, taking in the misty camp. The fresh air felt different, almost foreign. Once again, she had to wonder just how long she had been holed up in her bed. "I think I would like to find out," she replied, her voice soft as she glanced up at the sky, the coolness of the rain actually feeling rather refreshing.
Flicking his head towards the camp entrance, "Let's get going then," he meowed. Keeping pace with the grey she-cat, he found himself calm. "I don't know if you could tell," he drawled, a smug smile curling its way onto his face. "But I like the water." It was the best ice-breaker into his heritage, how he wasn't a true FallClanner.
With her gaze flickering between Rivergale and the path, worry hit Acorncharm. Was she walking too slow? Would he find her pace annoying, even though he was sticking next to her? She had the thought of apologizing, but before she was able to, he had started talking again. A small flicker of comfort struck her, and she turned her gaze to his wet pelt, remembering just how soaked he had been earlier. It was true, the rain didn't seem to bother him. She hadn't really paid attention to it before he commented on the fact.
Giving the best smile she could manage, she replied, "I never would have guessed." There was no malice in her voice, but there was a hint of... was it amusement? Enjoyment? She no longer felt the need to apologize, feeling more at ease with her slower pace. After all, it left them more room for conversation - if he actually wanted to, that was. Perhaps he was finding her annoying but was too polite to say so.
A chuckle rumbled out of his chest at her answer, glad to hear some life in her voice. "Well," he drawled out, stepping forward to hold a dripping fern frond out of Acorncharms path, "A lot of my family was WaterClan." He shivered slightly as the rain dripped down his spine. Memories of traveling and his mother teaching him how to swim came to mind. "I was born into SwiftClan, but I didn't like the nomadic lifestyle that they took. So when the Clan came by the FallClan borders, I fell in love with the colors and smells and decided to stay. But you can't take a fish outta water, so I go down to the river every chance I get."
It seemed like every time that a new worry popped into Acorncharm's head, Rivergale said or did something to dissolve it. Of course, there was no shortage of anxieties, but they were slowly becoming easier and easier to forget as she glanced at the tom out of the corner of her eye, listening to his tale. She gave a thankful nod as he moved a fern out of her way, the thought forming once again: was she being a burden? And again, it was lost as he spoke about himself. Surely a cat wouldn't tell someone they thought was a burden about themselves?
"I... don't really have such an interesting story," she said, turning her gaze to the trees. She could already feel some of herself slipping away again as her mind turned to her family - or sudden lack thereof. She should focus on his life, not her own. "I can't imagine traveling that often. What's the rest of the clans like?" she decided on asking instead.
The only remaining falling water was what had been leftover in the trees, sprinkling here and there. The mist was still rising from the forest floor, the sun finally having dipped below the horizon. The almost full moon had just started to rise; the nighttime symphony of the forest begining its song. The trees thinned out before them and Rivergale could see the flashes of silver between the trees.
"SummerClan was interesting, I loved the ocean. There are some Clans out there though that don't believe in StarClan, which I don't agree with," he said, pawsteps quickening slightly. He couldn't wait to show her the river at night.
