[ tw: passing away + things similar to drowning ?? it seriously wasn't meant to be like drowning though it may come off as that jashfg. ] It was all happening so fast. First Driftdaisy’s mother, then his mentor, then his brother, and now his sister. His caring mother, his well-meaning mentor, his adventurous brother, and his imaginative sister. Why? What had he done to deserve something such as this? What mistakes had he made? What unfixable, dreadful things had the tom did for almost all his loved ones to pass away? Why was StarClan causing him all this pain? It was all happening so unfairly. So /soon./ He was insecure enough. He didn’t need all this extra weight on his back, and StarClan knew this. They /knew/ that he was suffering, they /knew/ that he was still not over his previous losses, they /knew/ that he just wanted to be happy again. To have a family again. To have friends again. To have some feline that he could rely on when he was feeling down. /Just someone other than him./ And yet, despite their full knowledge of it all, they continued to make him feel like a mess. StarClan is doing this for a reason, they say. They’re safe now, they say. But /he/ wasn’t safe. He felt as if he was falling into a pond with no way back to the surface. He was falling… Falling… Falling… And he would fall until he had nothing left. No friends, no family, nobody. Nothing other than a few butterflies, fish scales, sticks and bees to remember the felines he once held deeply to his heart. He clenched onto his gift from his mentor tightly. It was just a scale of fish. Why did it mean so much to him? He /knew/ that it was nothing much. He /knew/ that he would look silly walking around with it. He /knew/ that there were so many fish in the rivers, and there were some that looked identical to the one he was holding in his very paws. But it was the first gift he had ever received, and the last thing he had to remember Sageheart. But this wasn’t about her. He had already grieved enough for his mentor. Honeycombdollop was /gone,/ and there was nothing he could do about it. Yet again another small speck of dust sinking into the pond, nobody even acknowledging that it was there… He was sinking… Sinking… Sinking… Sinking… Sinking… … … … The water burbled, glistening like a jewel underneath the moonlight. Driftdaisy’s movements were slow yet graceful in the water. He felt… safe here. No sadness lurked behind him, waiting to strike. Nothing bad could reach him. But nothing good either. /How are you?/ a familiar voice was heard, distorted slightly in the ripples. “Bad,” the speckled tom replied bluntly. Despite his answer coming out as only bubbles, the voice understood. /What happened?/ his reflection, or more accurately, the voice in his head, asked. “Honeycomb.” he murmured. /Another one?/ "Yup." /You said that you wouldn’t let your friends down./ “I know.” /We’re not gonna go over that same conversation again./ “...I know.” /Get a move on yourself. Stop grieving./ “But it hurts too much.” /And I get that. But you can’t be sad forever. Otherwise, you’ll just sink to the bottom of the sea./ /Or in this case, pond./ The warrior looked down, realizing that the floor of was getting nearer and nearer. Panic splashed onto his body as he rapidly fluttered his arms and legs around, trying to swim back to the top of the surface. A rainbow fish swam by, its scales twinkling in the light. It made swimming look so easy. He struggled, up, up, /up./ Get up, get up, get up. Move upwards, move upwards, move upwards. The surface would soon become just a paws-length away if he just kept swimming… Else, he would hit rock bottom. Get to the top. Get to the top. Get to the top. Don’t sink now. Don’t fall. He was a RiverClan cat. He could swim. Just get to the top, get to the top, /get to the top,/ GET TO THE TOP. /SWIM AWAY FROM THE WATERS AND ONTO LAND./ Swim away from the waters that gave him a sense of ease. The waters that comforted him when everything was terrifying, the waters that felt safe and warm… He couldn’t. It was too painful. So he sank, and so he fell. … … … Driftdaisy blinked as the blurry world came into focus. He looked up, and the moon reflected onto his blue eyes. It continued to shimmer brightly. He looked at his paws, and the fish scale was still in his grip. He looked around, and he was in the very same place he was moments ago. Rescued? He searched for the heroic feline that saved him from danger. But it was still night. And he didn’t feel any water on his fur. /A dream,/ the voice hummed.
( continued from instructions; scroll down to see it so you won't get spoilers !! ) /Back to our conversation. Will you keep whining about your losses, or will you move on and make your family and friends proud?/ The answer was obvious, twinkling with light even in the darkness that surrounded the spotted tom. In other words: easy to understand. The voice didn’t need a verbal reply. Without another moment of waiting, Driftdaisy got onto his paws and treaded softly back to camp. ☆ that's right another drifty sad srp ANYWAY !! he probably won't experience any other losses for a while so yippee less sad driftguy pacing is not as good in this one I think, but eh any questions are welcome since I know my writing can be pretty vague KSDHFajf again, this is a the four clans roleplay thing! pretty cool roleplay if I do say so myself, check it out sometime if you wanna :]
