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Spookbat had been through a lot recently. From being abducted and turned into a kittypet, to losing her father against SunClan, to her clan being taken over by the Pride group. It was enough to traumatize any cat. She'd had issues since the abduction which she'd been working on with her father but now what was she to do? He was gone, and her anxiety and fear were out of the control. Every shadow jumped at her, the lightest touch startled her, the breeze whispered to her. She couldn't escape it. Curled up in the corner of an old fox den, the she-cat kept her back pressed to the walls and eyes on the entrance. Spookbat was scared, terrified of what could happen. All the "what if's" ran through her head. What if the fox came back? What if MoonClan was attacked again? Who would she lose then? It was getting out of control. She could feel herself spiraling into the darkness, the fear and worry consuming her to where she couldn't even see the world before her. All of her senses shut down, her heart raced and she couldn't catch her breath. She was panicking and there was no one here to stop her. Jynxlaughter was gone, and she'd told no one else about her issues. She kept them all bottled up until they consumed as they did now.
Snowpaw knew a thing or two about anxiety. Strangely, that knowledge was what eventually eroded to a simple courage.
He had spent his life fearing everything, especially the dark, and his clan roamed at night. When he had first explored with his sister, a rabbit tunnel had collapsed on him; the next try, he'd been kidnapped. His apprenticeship had not gone much better, a second kidnapping and the loss of his eye, but somewhere along the line... he figured things out. Living with constant darkness over half of his vision, he had begun to understand that if he could over this, he could get through it all. He was anxious, yes, and still scared of the dark; but he had the courage to face that now. Somewhat. He still wasn't sure why or how it had happened.
The small white tom slipped through the territory absently until he caught a strong fear-scent and a fox-scent and his fur spiked. Was that Spookbat? He crept on his belly toward the den, swallowing hard, and found the fox was nowhere around. Go over there. Go get her. What if she's stuck?
Maybe Snowpaw didn't have as much courage as he thought. He didn't move, but instead called out feebly, "Spookbat?"
(Ahhhh idk how to respond. You did so good and idk what to say no so sorry that it sucks lol)
Spookbat couldn't hear, couldn't see, all that she could focus on were the fears consuming her. The walls had closed in, the light vanished, her breathing erratic. She was in a full on panic. Until a voice broke through it all. At least, she thought it was a voice. She couldn't be sure in the haze of her mind. The warrior shrank further back into the den, a different fear consuming her now. Who were they? Were they friend? Foe? Her imagination? A few times now she'd imagined that Jynxlauhter was there, holding her, comforting her, but he hadn't been. He was dead and she constantly had to remind herself that.
(they're both a mess so we can make our rp a mess to properly convey how much of a mess they are cx)
"Spookbat?" he tried again, but when there wasn't an answer, he took a deep breath. She must be caught within, unconscious maybe, or-- or---
He swallowed hard, chasing the worst of the worst scenarios from his mind. He just had to hope that she was alright and maybe he was too quiet. One step at a time, right? He stared at the ground for several long moments before he finally coaxed his paws into motion, and dragged himself slowly step-by-step to the den and peered inside.
She looked okay, physically, but then he saw the terrified erratic huff of her breath and her panicked gaze. Oh. Snowpaw froze, then stumbled forward to press himself silently against her, lending as much support as he could without saying a word.
(All of our mate pairs are a mess lol I mean just look at Crownglass and Seablossom)
Spookbat flinched at first, then relaxed. She knew this cat, it wasn't Jynxlaughter, no but someone just as fimilair. Her breathing was still erratic, eyes slightly unfocused, but it was easier to calm down now. Closing her eyes, she focused on the scent surrounding her, helping her to come back to normal, away from the fear and panic. "Hi." Voice shaking and broken. She tried to purr to show the appreciation that her words couldn't at the moment, but it too came out broken.
He remained quiet, scared that even a word would sent her back to whatever dark place had triggered her panic, and listened to her breathing for signs she was coming out of it. When she spoke, he hesitated, then rested his chin on her comfortingly. "Hi," he whispered back. For the moment, his claustrophobia was pushed aside as he focused in on her, ignoring the closeness of the den walls in favor of memorizing her warmth against him, and feeling mildly embarrassed that he was here to witness this weakness of hers. It didn't change his feelings for her, but it still felt wrong, to find her so vulnerable.
(Whoops my bad. Thought I replied to this guess not)
Spookbat her pur was broken, but she was trying, Just like she was trying to piece herself back together from the pit she'd been throw into lately. It just seemed like everything kept going wrong. Her parent's divorce and then failed recovery, the kidnapping incident, and then Jynxlaughter dying. Tears sprang to her eyes at the thought. Turning into a full on sob in mere moments.
Ah... not bad yet, then. That was okay, except they were in a fox den, which was really not okay. He fidgeted a little, opening his eye to glance about the den, uncertain if he should try and get her out or not. He didn't want to interrupt her, but the longer they sat here, the more it nagged at him. After all, things had a tendency to go awry where Snowpaw was involved...
"Hey, uh, is this den occupied?" he whispered, glancing briefly down at her, then back up at the mouth of the den. "I know you're.... it's a bad time but... I really need to know..."
"I.. I don't honestly know." She wiped her tears with the back of her paw, glancing around at the den they rested in. Spookbat looked back at the tom, realizing that he may not like where they're at. "You can leave if you want?" Shyly, she looked down at her paws while inching back from the tom. She'd be fine by herself, maybe, probably, probably not.
"No, it's okay... well...." he shifted, it really wasn't okay. "Maybe... we can just... continue this somewhere else? I don't want to, uh, leave you alone, while you're... you know... not quite in... fox-fighting shape."
"While I'm what! Weak! Pathetic! Thanks but I can handle myself." Others had been telling her the same things, and she'd tried so hard to not listen to them. But Snowpaw? Why would he of all cats say that, or even imply that? He'd always been so sweet with her, supportive and even protective when they'd been kidnapped. But maybe she'd been wrong. Spookbat pushed past the tom and out of the fox den, not even able to hear the rest of what he said after "while you're... you know.." Frustration replacing the fear from before with tinges of sadness at the rejection.
His ears pinned back. Way to go, Snowpaw! Now he had upset her. She was one of his only friends, and he just had to go and upset her, tell her she was weak. He hadn't even meant it that way, but this is what he got, he should've known better than to try and talk to another cat, he was no good at it. Who was he to call anyone weak, anyway? That must make it sting all the more, thinking that he of all cats thought that. He really screwed up this time, didn't he? He stared out of the den, wondering if she would attack him for creeping out after her, if she would turn on him and leave him for the foxes. His anxiety about going out to face her again wrestled with his fear of staying here any longer.
After a few moments, he stood up and he followed her silently.
She'd only gone a few trees away, trying to reason with herself. It just didn't seem likely that Snowpaw of all cats would say that too her. Maybe it was just her head again? That persistent little ghost of a whisper that always liked to twist others' words around. Jynxlaughter had called it a ghost, one that haunted the troubled. She could honestly say that she was troubled enough to have attracted the miserable ghost. But how was she suppose to be sure! Her dad had always helped her tell the difference, now he was gone and she couldn't figure it out. It'd been what had driven her to the fox den in the first place. Reminding her of how pathetic she was, how weak and worthless. How she couldn't even defend herself and had to have Jynxlaughter protect her to the point that he died.
He came up beside her quietly, a mouse-length away, his blue gaze intense and sorrowful. "I'm sorry for offending you, I didn't mean it like that," he mumbled after a beat, glancing down and shuffling his paws. He had to forcefully drag his eye up to look at her again. "I... I just meant you were.... sitting along in a fox den and seemed to be.... not quite focused on... um, your surroundings. I guess."
Spookbat just stared at him for a moment. Was he really apologizing to her? She didn't deserve it, hadn't he realized that by now? The warrior was snappy, ready to snap mentally at any moment, and her lifeline had just broken. She was a mess and she knew it. SO why did he bother with her? He should have left her to wallow in that fox den by herself. Especially, if the fox came back.
"No, I'm the one that's sorry. You came all this way out looking for me and I snapped at you." He cared enough for her safety to still chase after her, so surely he cared, surely it wasn't all in her head. Right? It wasn't like Snowpaw was known for his bravery so the fact that he'd even stepped in the fox den should have amazed her, but she'd been so caught up in her own worries that she hadn't stopped to think about his fears and his worries. Spookbat couldn't look him in the eyes, ashamed to call herself his friend and yet have not cared for how he'd felt being in such a small and fox-scented place.
It took all his strength not to cringe as she responded to him, waiting for the inevitable, terrified he had only upset her further -- but after a stunned moment he was relieved that she was being reasonable. Immediately Snowpaw felt even worse. How could he think for a moment his best friend would try and hurt him? That she was going to be irrational? What kind of friend thought things like that, even if they were as cowardly and afraid as he was?
"I was just worried about you. I didn't want anything to happen. And... I was more focused on the den than you," he admitted, looking down at his paws. "You had every right to be angry."
(How is it finals already? I've still got four weeks of school left???)
"Every right! Every right? You must be joking!" This tom truly thought she had a right to be angry! He'd come looking for her, something no other cat had done but her father. Most were starting to think she was crazy, she thought she was crazy! Spookbat jumped to her paws, staring the tom down, "don't you get it! You shouldn't even want to talk to me, let alone be near me. I'm a mess. I see things, hear them. I can't go a day without breaking down! And now, Jynxl-" He was gone, and so was her energy or this fight. The she-cat hadn't really grieved over her father, merely broken down earlier and ran. Spookbat couldn't stand confining spaces anymore since the abduction, and yet she'd chosen a maybe-occupied fox den over her camp. But she couldn't think about that now. Her best friend was wrong, he couldn't see how much harm she was doing him, that she wasn't worth it. Worth his worries, his time, anything! It was something she'd tried to tell Jynxlaughter multiple occasions. New tears--of frustration, grief, embarrassment, shame--cascaded down her face. "Don't you get it?" It was barely a whisper, her eyes locked on his, hoping and praying he'd understand she wasn't worth it.
(i think we talked about this elsewhere but cx staying in school through may is overratedddd)
His blue eye was wide as it searched her face; then he smiled, tentative, sweet but sad. "Get what?" he asked softly. "That if a cat is a mess, they don't deserve to be talked to? If they're hurt or broken or anxious?"
Snowpaw looked down at himself, slowly, then back up at her. He was hurting when they first met, struggling with the effects of his first kidnapping; he was broken when he lost his eye; he was an anxious wreck and a coward. "You were there for me, and you always have been," he reminded her. "But your logic maybe you shouldn't... but you were, you did it anyway. So as long as you need me I'll be here for you too."
(spook: man i'm a wreck. snow: preachin' to the choir sister)
(You know, I wondered what happened to this thread. I didn't reply so there's that lol)
Spookbat stared in shock, having not expected him to throw that back at her. "I was worth something then. Able to help you, to share with you the bravery I had" She'd only stood by while her father died, hid behind him when they were captured. She was the true coward. Her tears were never-ending, but a smile, shakey and small, graced her lips. "And yet, you've been through so much more than I could ever imagine being brave through." Where he'd stood up to everything, even when he'd been a terrified apprentice, she cowered in fear now for the littlest of things. It'd become something to admire, to look up to. Dear Moon God, if only she was half the cat he was. She'd been brave once, had shared her bravery with him. Why couldn't she be like that now?
(Lol Snow: like girl don't even get me started! Spook: Sammmeeeee!!!!!)
