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Sagepaw didn't hear him calling her, and frankly, she wouldn't have responded if she had. Her pain had always been a private thing, though certainly the side-effects were visible to anyone who met her. To let anyone into her lowest moments was something too intimate to consider. Wasn't it weakness to admit that rejection had such a taxing effect on her?
But then again, she hadn't expected him to follow, so she'd made no move to hide her scent. If it followed where it led, he'd find her, in the spot she always went to when she needed to be alone. Her sanctuary of sorrow, consecrated by many tears before these, was a little hidden cave secreted away behind the waterfall.
Sagepaw sat there now, all of her usual bravado and spunk sapped out of her, her tabby frame curled in on itself as she sobbed hard, bitter sobs. They were sadness tinged with anger, with grief, with a fierce kind of hatred and a deep longing. The sounds echoed around her, echoed back to her as if the cave simultaneously mocked her and grieved with her. Her back was to the entrance, her eyes blurry with searing tears as she watched the trickle of water down the cave walls, as if the cave wept alongside her. Perhaps it felt just as forgotten and utterly alone as she did.
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Post by achromatic on Jun 23, 2021 19:05:45 GMT -5
"Sagepaw!" his voice seemed to be drowned out by the forest as he followed her familiar scent. Where was she? He knew she was small and plenty faster than he was, but how was it fair that she was so good at hiding? He followed the trail until he got to the waterfall; surely she didn't throw herself into the water to avoid him, right? He could hear only the rumble of the waves, and...a sniffling sound. Was that her?
"Sagepaw?" he called out, "come on, you don't want to spend all night out here, right?" The sun was starting to set, and he knew the forest wasn't safe for two cats like them when it was too dark. They weren't supposed to be out here so late in the first place, especially without their mentor. He sighed, sitting by the waterside, hoping she could hear him.
"You know, my papa left me behind too," he admitted in a rare show of his own feelings, "and...meeting yours on the border...I guess sometimes I wish he'd come back to check on me too. My papa said I couldn't go with him because it was dangerous, and I haven't seen him since...maybe that's why your papa wanted you to stay here too."
Sagepaw quieted when she heard him nearing, not wanting him to enter and see the bright glint of pain in her eyes. It was bad enough that she was embarrassed by her father so publicly- to have it bared to the world would be unthinkable. Especially to Moonpaw- she didn't want to appear weak to him, for some inexplicable reason.
But now he was... speaking? Talking about his father and how he'd been left behind by him too. Sagepaw lifted her head, turning her amber gaze towards the exit to the cave, processing his words slowly. Honestly it had never occurred to her that others might share her pain, might understand its origin. It didn't mean she was ready to talk about it, but... it helped, a little.
"Go home, Moonpaw," she said, her voice tired and soft and slightly hoarse. "Don't get in trouble on account of me." It was the most she could offer him, the faintest glimmer of gentleness in her deflection from the topic instead of her usual anger and spite.
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Post by achromatic on Jun 27, 2021 19:18:22 GMT -5
So she was hanging around this area, though he couldn't see where she was exactly. Right. He cleared his throat. She wanted him to leave, but he didn't feel all too comfortable leaving her out here on her own. There were foxes and badgers around in the night, and surely, it wasn't the safest thing to do, to leave another apprentice out here without any backup. They were training partners after all, and as much as he teased her and disliked the way she constantly made fun of him, they were partners. That had to mean something.
"I don't think it's safe leaving you out here on your own," he replied with a shrug, taking a seat, "I'm not going anywhere. I'll be out here whenever you're ready to go back to camp. We won't get in trouble if we're not caught out here without a training buddy, right?"
Sagepaw couldn't help but snort, half-amused despite it all. "You're so stubborn," she said, fully aware she was the pot calling the kettle black. She fell silent for a long time, staring at the water that trickled down the cave walls, waiting until she was fully composed before standing, stretching out her front legs and walking outside.
The Sagepaw that greeted Moonpaw was not the usual one, but a quieter, more subdued version of herself. "Let's go back then, so you can get your beauty sleep," she said in that same soft voice. "You'll need it- we're hunting birds tomorrow." A deep part of her was ashamed he had caught her in such a private moment, but a deeper part of her was grateful for his attempts to stay with her and even connect with her.
Again, she'd drop dead before admitting it out loud- but at least right now, she was actually being nicer.
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Post by achromatic on Jun 27, 2021 20:02:27 GMT -5
He rolled his eyes at her words. Yeah yeah, he thought with amusement, as he sat, resting as the sound of the waterfall drowned everything out, lulling him into a sense of security. He could almost feel his eyes softening into a half-lidded yawn when Sagepaw stepped out from her hiding spot, finally appearing in front of the young apprentice.
Speak of the devil, he thought. "Sounds good," he smiled at her, "and I bet I'll be pretty good at catching birds. I can jump pretty far, you know." With everything else, hunting wasn't exactly his best sport, but surely, it'd be easier to cheer her up if they went back to their usual snarky selves. He wouldn't even mind her being mean this time, as long as she felt a little bit better afterwards.
"That's the only thing those lanky legs of yours are good for," Sagepaw responded with a flick of her ears, a faint smile tugging on her lips. The banter did make things feel like they were normal, at least, even if she still felt hollowness behind her ribs. She kept it up the whole way home, until they reached the safety of camp and she felt no more qualms about leaving him alone.
Her amber eyes turned on her training partner, taking him in for a few long heartbeats. It seemed for a moment as if she were going to speak, to say something that seemed to weigh heavy on her tongue, but his eyes that turned to meet hers made her oddly... flustered. After another moment she looked away, clearing her throat. "Goodnight, dork face."
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Post by achromatic on Jun 28, 2021 11:22:19 GMT -5
He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, and one day you'll be begging me to give you a lift because you're so short," he snorted, feeling like their banter had changed somehow. It wasn't so...sharp and vicious anymore. He almost felt like they could be...friends? He shook the thought off; surely, she was just trying to be nice because he found her crying. He didn't want to get his hopes up.
Still, as they finally returned to the apprentice's den, he looked over to her with a small smile, only to notice how flustered she seemed. He was about to ask whether she was okay, but she spoke first. Right. He bit his lip, before nodding. "Goodnight, grumpy butt," he replied with a smirk, before disappearing into the den.
