Post by spike on Nov 1, 2011 13:32:13 GMT -6
Gone.[/color] The tom turned and slashed his claws across a thick tree trunk, suddenly going to war with it as he leapt and tried his hardest to claw away at the brown layer as if below it would not be paler wood but rather blood and truth. All he knew was he ached and his heart was the one aching. After all this time of denying it and avoiding it, there was now nothing for him to confront. “I didn’t even get a chance to tell him!”[/color] he raged, drawing back in a haste when he started to sense the wetness across his paw pads.
How could he be gone?
The deputy shook his head and turned again, his pacing starting to ache on his paws. It was as if all that denial was finally wearing down on him and it was crashing down. Hard. It was too late and he knew that. The large gray tom snapped his head to the side, eyes clenched tight when he knew how close he had been to Rookpaw. So close! He had brushed fur with that tom and then… then he was gone before there was a proper opportunity. Jaywhisker’s breathing was ragged and drawn in gasps, panic setting into him. Gone! Gone like the wind, gone like the prey, gone as gone could get. Dead. Deceased. With StarClan.
Every way he put it never made it sound any better. Rookpaw was still gone in all sense of the word. His legs started to shake, a distraught look striking his expression. “He was just here… No, he can’t be gone. StarClan, why? Why!?”
And then he collapsed in a heap of fur, crying suddenly in a burst of tears. Rookpaw was gone. Rookpaw, the cat he had not been able to tell the truth to. Now here laid the deputy of ThunderClan, crying and bleeding to StarClan as if they could redo what they had done. He wanted Rookpaw back, even if for one day, just to tell him what he deserved to know. Instead, there was nothing. Emptiness. Nothingness. It was all the same. It was all Jaywhisker. ‘My son…[/color] Regrets were not something Jaywhisker remembered well. But this was one he would never forget.[/blockquote]