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She was reluctant to look up from where she was admiring a rather interesting beetle, head lowered between her front paws, nose nearly buried in the dirt. After it buried itself into the dirt, she finally looked up, bouncing over to Carriondare and the new stranger. Oh! That must be him! There was a sorrow to him, she could tell already, a weakness and reluctance and a touch of animosity. This could go one of two ways really, but she could see that he was just as easy to read as that lose screw right in front of her. She stumbled forward a bit at the push, sitting down neatly and politely, giving the tom a creepily cheerful, wide smile. There wasn't much emotion to it, nothing but a cold sharpness and an unhinged sort of excitement. She decided to ignore Carriondare's 'cutie' remark, far too interesting to hear that there was, in fact, possibly another. How many were there? It was like some sort of epidemic, the rising dead, the start of the apocalypse. Death was nothing, now, if it wasn't permeant. They weren't dropping like flies, they were rising like butterflies. Beautiful, enigmatic butterflies.
Fine. It was like a pin dropped, but there was no beat of silence. She dove into action, lifting one of his forepaws and shaking it energetically with both of hers. "Wonderful, great, fantastic! It's nothing too bad, promise." She let out a hum. She was a bit mad before, at the suggestion that Carriondare just up and drop her off somewhere, but this guy didn't seem so bad, if not a little hesitant.
She dropped his paw. "Some little birdie told me," she glanced, hardly discreet, at the she-cat, "that you came back to life. And she was being oh so difficult with my questions." An exaggerated sigh. Eris took a spot beside him, leaning an arm around his shoulders. "Really, I was just curious about that. See, I'm just wondering how it's all possible. I mean, I've not heard of something like this before, and people don't just come back to life at random. I'm just trying to figure it out, I do wish for your cooperation." She gave him a toothy grin, hardly minding his disdain.
(eris is so cute and terrifying, i'm obsessed with her)
The forepaw Eris grabbed and shook happened to be his broken one. Doefreckle let out a gasp of pain, all the catty disdain flying from him as his eyes widened and his upper body stuttered forward. After the initial flash of agony, he let out a furious hiss and glared up at her, snapping his paw back and giving it a protective rub before tucking it safely behind his good one. "Are you stupid?" he hissed at her; it was rare that someone was smaller than Doe, but now he was a full head taller than her, shooting daggers down at her. But then, while he was still subconsciously rubbing his forepaw that resurrection hadn't seen fit to heal, as he always did whenever some unexpected thing made his vulnerabilities abundantly clear and spooked him, Eris was going on about... coming back to life.
Head hunched forward, Doe turned, growling low in his throat with his teeth slightly bared, to look at Eshek. She just shrugged. And then - oh, and then - the little she-cat was draping herself over his shoulders. He turned back to her, having to crane his head back to look at her without going totally cross-eyed or bumping his nose against hers. She was grinning at him. His lip twitched slightly as he met her gaze, brows rising. God, he hated being touched by she-cats. The thing about Doe's anger, though, was that most cats didn't take it seriously purely because he looked so sweet. Strange, because it was so uniquely venomous. It did mean he could get away with acidic comments disguised by his baby face, though. He expected this she-cat might not even realise he was angry. "Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news," he replied snidely, picking her foreleg from around him with his good paw. His voice took on a prissy note. "But I don't know how it happened. One second I'd been a ghost for two years, unable to touch anyone or let them know I was there, the next I was waking up right here, in the flower meadow. Would you like to see the road I died on?" he asked, bitingly patronising, looking down at her with wide eyes like he was making fun of her macabre interests. "Would that be fun?"
"Don't be rude, Doestar," Eshek scolded, looking up from where she'd been sticking her head down a rabbit hole a little way away.
"I'm not being rude," Doefreckle snapped back, ears flat against his head.
She could ignore his sourness, his snappy comments and glaring looks--maybe not forever, but long enough to at least attempt to get what she needed. She needed him to spill, she needed to gather as much knowledge about this new sudden phenomena as possible or else she may die. No, she wasn't overdramatic. If Eris didn't push, how far could she really go? There was nothing if not action, and she tried not to be one to stand by.So she kept her smile, even if it twitched at the edges or seemed a little too forced.
She moved away from him, deciding instead to sit and stare at him with her little fairy-tale eyes--all big and wonderous and curious, with real truths and darker meanings hidden somewhere in the depths. There was a hunger, an obsessive little thing, a need for control despite chaos being most familiar.
"A ghost?" She giggled, glancing over at Carriondare in a is this guy serious way. Coming back from the dead was fine and dandy, of course, but ghosts are where she drew the line. "I guess if there was a--what was it, a two year gap--then your head would have tried to fill it with something." That was something she'd like to observe more, nothing more than a hypothesis now, but it could possibly lead somewhere. She herself had quite a bad memory for the past, with bits and pieces out of place that didn't quite feel real. They were too foggy, like she was looking through a frosted window into a completely different life, one that should have been familiar but just felt out of place.
Would you like to see the road I died on? She pretended not to hear the bite to his words, jumping from where she sat and waiting for him to lead the way. She would have done so herself, but she didn't spend near enough time near Summerclan to be able to navigate it. She admired their plant life, though, so maybe she should visit. They wouldn't mind, would they?
"That'd be great!" Her voice was higher than normal, becoming more strained by the syllable. "If you would be our helpful and wonderful tour guide." How was she ever supposed to get anything done when everyone was so far into their own heads like this. For every friendly cat she met there were at least three other annoyances. "And while we walk you can try to answer some questions, if it's not too difficult for you, that is."
Carriondare met Eris’ disbelieving, scoffing look with a big grin, shrugging at Doefreckle when his eyes flicked up from the League cat to her. Gaze dragging away from her once more, a quiet growl in his throat, Doe glared down at Eris as she dismissed his claims of being a ghost. There was that petulant part of him that wanted to argue, but the part that was tired and wasn’t going to waste himself on her won out. His lip twitched slightly. “Yes,” he replied, poisonously soft, “that must be it.”
When Eris actually hopped up at his snarkiness about showing her where he died, Doe just stared at her in silence. Was she serious? That would be great! He almost flinched at her perkiness, his gut curling when she laid on the fake compliments meant to flatter him. If she were a tom, it might have worked; but where he was blind to their insincerity, he could smell the reek of it on a she-cat from miles away. The fact the words were so strained just made him more annoyed - if she were going to lie and pretend she wasn’t hating every second spent with him, the least she could do was be good at it.
But if he didn’t give her what she wanted, he’d not only have to deal with her, but Eshek as well - and even if the former gave up, he’d never hear the end about how he’d disappointed her cute little friend from the latter. Right now, sitting behind Eris out of her field of view, she was grinning viciously at him and dragging her claws repeatedly across her throat. Pushing himself to his paws, Doe limped ahead, grumbling, “nothing would please me more” as he passed Eris, his eyes dragging across her. “What… questions?” He would almost have spat the words, if his voice hadn’t been so characteristically soft.
Carriondare skipped along behind them. “Paw didn’t get fixed when you came back?” she asked chirpily, falling in beside Doefreckle. The slow pace he was moving at meant she was really skipping in place more than anything.
“No,” he grumbled, giving it a pointed shake when it started to cramp. “Didn’t fix Shadedsun’s eyes either. Resurrection is ultimately pointless, it seems.”
“Aww,” Eshek replied, in the fakest voice possible, head tilted to the side. “Did it fix his heart at least? Y’know? The one you broke?”
Doe just glared at her. Eshek let out a cackle and pranced away to disappear down a rabbit hole. “HELLO?” she screamed, her voice muffled by the layers of earth. “WHA-WHO-“ She was suddenly screaming, the sound travelling back and forth under their paws as she apparently sprinted down twisting tunnels.
“Ignore her,” Doe told Eris quietly, almost sounding civil. “She’ll tire herself out eventually.”
(creeps in through the window, shamefully) soooo...... been a bittt?? (also i'm not sure if you have the thread still so i'll tag you anyway fox <3)
She actually had no idea where she was going — Eris hardly knew Summerclan was a thing until a little while ago, and she certainly didn't know where their roads were, let alone the one he died on. So, reluctantly, she fell in behind them, blocking out their useless conversation. She eyed them curiously, still. The she-cat seemed fine, physically, save for some old scars, but the tom walked with a limp. It could have been from before he died, and whatever had brought them back to life simply left their body as is, aside from being a rotting corpse, or maybe it was from his death. Eris hardly noticed the rabbit hole, startling as Carrie fell into it, but it gave her enough notice to avoid it. She peered down it.
"If you say so," she grinned down, gave a little wave of her paw, and disappeared after Doefreckle. Now it was just them, side by side, and she couldn't help but stare up at him.
"What happened to your foot," she nodded towards his paw, bent and obviously broken. Did their healers just not know what they were doing — seriously, it wasn't that hard to fix a broken bone, right? She'd seen it done before. Kind of. Or maybe it wasn't, because the more she thought about it, the more she realized that when her brother broke his back paw, he'd always had a slight limp afterwards. It wasn't nearly as noticeable as his, though.
"And what did it feel like, dying?" She tilted her head at him, moving a little closer, "Getting the life drained out of you, taking your last breath, the moments before. Did you have the realization, that you were dying? What was it like?" She let out a high-pitched laugh, "Gods, I wish I could just feel it, just to know! I hope you see how lucky you are."
