~«Survival By War»~ (Warrior cat rp)

Suddenly, Ivypaw couldn't be out here, sitting idle, a single moment longer.
She had to go back.
There. The place where they lived their lives.
Not home. It could never be home again.

She had to be watching.
Watching her.

"Go." Her movements were remarkably encumbered, yet jarringly erratic.
Like she had no idea what she was doing, but had dangerous motivation that needed to be spent. "I have to go." Her head was down, but she was trying to go forward. "We..."
"Find some thyme, Flamepaw, please. Quickly." Frostpaw announced, tearing her solemn gaze from her sister's grave and watching Ivypaw's movements as she stood.
"No." Flamepaw got to his paws, ignoring his sisters demand. "Numbing her emotions isn't going to help her, or anyone else. Not after what's happened." His eyes, vacant and dark, were placed straight ahead, determination in not his face, but his movements.
Seeing Ivypaw's blind stumbling, he rested his tail against her back, guiding her straight. "We've got to watch her. We can't just let her do something like this and let her get away with it."
"Watch who?" Frostpaw came to the other side of Ivypaw, anger and confusion filling the void of her blue eyes. "You're both tired. You need rest, food, and water. What happened to you both is incredibly traumatic and neither of you are making sense."
"Shut up, Frostpaw. We have to get back to camp, we can't let her be alone. She's going to hurt someone else."
Frostpaw turned quickly to get in front of both of them, her typically gentle aura spiked with agitation. "Who is her?"
He stole a glance at Ivy, weighing his options on telling Frostpaw the truth or not. "Rainstar."
Frostpaw looked at him, bemused. "Why Rainstar? She hasn't hurt anyone."
He paused. His face fell, invisible weight silently crashing onto his shoulders, his heart sinking like a stone. The truth was painful. Oh, how painful it was. Raw betrayal, their own leader murdering an apprentice of her own clan. The attack on the Tribe had been bad enough, the killing of a kit had pushed her just past the edge of no return. The brutal mutilation past recognition of Doveheart had sent her skyrocketing past StarClan, with not return. No amount of apologies would ever fix her mistake. He almost laughed. When would Rainstar ever apologize? Never.
He hadn't seen her apologize, and didn't except her to.
"Rainstar killed her." Heavy words fell on agonizing silence.
There.
He saw it, pinpointed the exact moment that it hit Frostpaw, the moment it made sense. Of course it made sense: Rainstar was power hungry. She cared for no one but herself. In Frostpaw' eyes, he could see her sudden understanding of that, her jaws parting as a thin breath ghosted from her lungs.
"Rainstar killed Doveheart."
 

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