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lavellan : this thread is equal parts bc i think it should happen and so i can get a sense of dawnbringer's character
To say that the she-cat had been in a bad mood for the last few days was an understatement. Darkmeadow wasn't just in a bad mood. She was in the kind of mood that made a cat like her dangerous. She was impressively skilled and wanted to fight on a good day, and now, the heartbroken she-cat wanted nothing more than to sink her claws into someone . After all, did nobody care? Did no one stop for a second to even look for Duskveil? It didn't seem like they did, and instead, moved on as if nothing happened. To the she-cat, this was a heartless act; could they at least pretend to be upset? She let out a frustrated hiss, her claws slicing across the bark again. She had been like that most of the evening, slowly wearing herself to exhaustion. She had done significant damage at the beginning, but now her slashes were weaker and weaker, her stamina completely gone. Yet, she kept going, fought the urge to crumble into tears. Duskveil wouldn't want that, would she?
She didn't know who sent her brother-in-law her way, but she didn't notice him, not at first. It wasn't until he spoke that Darkeadow was torn, just for a second, away from mauling the tree.
Normally, Dawnbringer wasn't one to socialize with others. He could easily be called aloof because of it, but there were just very few that he actually cared to talk to. At the top of that small list were the two that he would sacrifice anything for: his sister and her mate. Despite the fact that he had drifted away from Duskveil after their fathers dead, they had still attempted to patch their relationship, and he was finally able to look forward to spending more time with the two. Then he had received the news that she was presumed dead, and all he could do was sit in his own anger. Who was it that he was even angry at? It just seemed like everyone, especially since no one else seemed to care about his sister's disappearance. It took all of his restraint to not go search for her himself, but he somehow managed.
In the past few days, Dawnbringer had somehow shut himself off from everyone even more. It wasn't until today that he had realized that he wouldn't be the only one suffering: Darkmeadow would probably be worse. It felt like he hadn't spoken for days, and maybe he hadn't, but that didn't matter. "Need something to eat?" he asked, his head tilted as he took in the weak slashes and the destroyed tree. If she was anything like him, though, she couldn't stomach anything. "Or maybe a change of scenery, some new trees?" There was no way to comfort his sister-in-law, none that he could provide. Not right now.
Darkmeadow grunted, before slumping down slightly. It was the first time in what felt like forever that she stopped moving. Even before she laid seige to the tree, she had been pacing up and down, unable to settle her body. It wasn't that Dawnbringer's presence relaxed her, not necessarily. No one could relax her. But, the tom was the one who would understand most what she was going through. She let out a soft sigh, before looking at him.
Her face was still scarred from her fight with Phantomfox. Now, the she-cat resented him even more for that. He ruined the last date the two would have; sudden motherhood had made their lives too busy to be able to go on a real date after that. The gash was deep; if she was a house cat, she probably would have needed her eye amputated due to the infection that had spread across her face like wildfire. Duskveil had loved her anyways. That would be the part she would miss most, she thought. Unconditional love, even after permanent injury.
"That would be good," she meowed softly. "The change in scenery, at least. This tree should have raised a white flag a long time ago," she meowd with a humorless laugh.
At his sister-in-law's reply, Dawnbringer gave a weak attempt at a smile, though the result was strained and almost looked painful. Almost immediately, he dropped it, holding back a sigh as he shook his head. In all honesty, he had no idea what to even talk about. It felt useless to continue the attempts at humor, and while there was much to be said involving Duskveil... he wasn't really sure if it was good timing. A change of scenery would definitely benefit them both.
He looked over Darkmeadow, trying to figure out where they should go. Judging by her current exhausted condition, they should stick to somewhere closer to the cenote. He vaguely took in the scarred state of her face, the memory of being told of the fight with Phantomfox resurfacing. He hadn't seen her much since then, so it had definitely took him by surprise, but this was still the cat that he had basically grown up with. Phantomfox would get what was coming to him one day, whether by Dawnbringer's paw or not.
"How does the waterfall sound?" he finally suggested.
Darkmeadow rolled to her paws again, offering a slight not. "Not the top, though. We can't go to the top." There were too many memories on the earth next to the waterfall's origin. It had been their place, the place where Duskveil and Darkmeadow always went to look at the stars. It would remind her too much of the other she-cat if they sat there. "The base of it would be fine," she quickly added, before starting to move that way.
Her motions were slow, painfully so, but what else could really be expected out of her? She was in a bad spot. "I should be out there looking for her," she said quietly, almost hoping the other wouldn't hear her. "But I'm stuck here, doing nothing. We don't ... know what happened ..." She clenched her jaw. "I could find her...." She had been under direct order to stay in NightClan territory. It was killing her, but apparently, she didn't have the physical strength or vision needed to be cleared for travel on her own. "Why isn't anyone doing more?"
Dawnbringer nodded, understanding the hesitance to go anywhere with too many memories. It was still hard for him to go to the ruined camp, even if he had forced himself to a few times. Before, it was just the memories of his father and a happier life that held him back. Never did he think that those happy memories of Duskveil would hurt, as well. With two of the three cats that he truly cared for gone, it was becoming harder and harder to recall anything that didn't just hurt.
It was Darkmeadow's voice that broke him out of his thoughts, and he titled his head to glance at her as they walked. He had half a mind to offer her some sort of support, but he wasn't sure if she would accept or if he would just insult her by doing so. "They're too distracted with everything else, apparently," he replied, his voice low with anger. "I would have already gone if I could, believe me." He shook his head, attempting to snuff out the flames within him. Being angry wouldn't help with anything, but it was hard not to be upset with the lack of action taken. "There's got to be something that we can do..."
Letting out a slow breath, he moved himself directly beside Darkmeadow, so their sides were touching. If she wanted his support, all she had to do was lean in. Otherwise, it was simple enough to move away.
"It isn't fair," the she-cat murmured quietly, her eyes pointed at the ground. Her tone, though, was almost defeated. Long gone was the she-cat who had once been bright and spirited, replaced by a husk. She wanted to go down swinging, but with every passing day it was harder and harder. Her ears flicked back as she let out a low noise, one of both frustration and sadness. Why had this happened?
When her brother-in-law sat next to her, she did lean in slightly, for a moment letting the weight of the world come off her shoulders. "I don't know what..." Her voice caught slightly; it was all so absolutely hopeless. "Duskveil was always the one that came up with the plans." Her eyes welled with tears, but she wouldn't let one go. "If she was out there, don't you think she would have come back?"
