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Larkspur was probably the last cat in the universe Dawnbringer wanted to see right now, but the she-cat felt like she needed to give her condolences to the tom. The only family the deputy had ever grown up with was her clan, so she knew that she would never understand his loss, but she'd try to alleviate the pain where she could.
Gathering all of her nerves, the black feline walks into the warrior's den. "Dawnbringer?" she asks softly, looking for the tom. "Hey. I was wondering if you'd come and help me with something." She takes a breath in, hoping to Starclan he would come out. She had a bit of a plan, though she wasn't sure if anyone would help her follow it through.
Honestly, Dawnbringer wasn't too sure if he had got any sleep, but he figured that he must have dozed off at some point. He hadn't ben quite ready to face the night though, so he still rested in the warrior's den, hoping that maybe - just maybe - he would be able to fall back asleep. It had almost succeeded too (or so he told himself) when a voice broke the near silence of the den. For a moment, the dark brown tom's ears flattened against his head, and his whiskers twitched. Seeing the cat that stood where is sister should be was definitely not the way he had intended to start his night. She had to be seeking him out on purpose, right? There was no way he was just that unlucky.
With a deep sigh, Dawnbringer took a moment to remove any trace of his thoughts from his expression before turning to meet Larkspur's gaze. "What do you need?" He almost flinched at the sound of his own voice, both from the lack of its use lately and from the slight hard edge to it. So he hadn't completely succeeded in masking his emotions, but hopefully it would be enough.
She winced, hearing the edge to it just as he had. But the she-cat couldn't blame him. His life had been flipped completely, and she was the cat that had come in like nothing had ever happened at all. But something had happened, and while Larkspur didn't have all too many ties to Duskveil, she knew there were at least two cats who did.
"I'm sorry to have disrupted your rest." Larkspur dips her head in apology. "I know the last few days have been rough." Her tail sweeps the ground as she considers her next words carefully. "If it would be okay with you, I would like to leave an offering for your sister. But I would like to know where the best place to do that would be." The black she-cat felt a bit terrible life was rushing by so fast, and that no one had been given the time to set their bearings straight.
The words came as a surprise to Dawnbringer. In these past few days, barely anyone had even mentioned his sister, especially to his face. It felt like everyone had conveniently forgot about her, or just didn't care to begin with. Perhaps this was their way of being considerate - after all, if everyone was constantly apologizing for his loss, he would also be upset - but this just felt wrong. As far as he was aware, no search party had been sent for her or her kit.
Even with all of that, it was hard for him to reject this offer. Sure, it came from the one who was taking Duskveil's place, the spot where she should still be. But it was more than anyone else had offered to do. An offering. Something about the thought unsettled him, as if his sister was truly dead. For all anyone knew, she was, but it was still too soon for Dawnbringer to accept that. Hauling himself out of his nest, he barely had to think of a suitable place. "The ruined camp," he replied after a few moments. It was the place with the most memories, where they had their last heart-to-heart. It was one of Duskveil's most important places, where she had visited much too often.
"If you have anything you'd like to bring, please feel free to." Larkspur awkwardly stands there before backing out of the den to give the tom a second to compose himself if necessary. When he emerged, the feline points a black muzzle towards the entrance of their camp, giving the silent notion of "follow me". Though, he likely didn't need to be led. Quickly, she allows herself to fall into step with him, an equal rather than a superior. Towards the entrance of camp, she picks up some herbs and flowers she'd gathered for Duskveil.
The black she-cat didn't know what to say. She'd hardly spoken a word to the tom beside her before now. Honestly, this was probably the most she ever had said to him. Larkspur didn't feel like it was her place to offer condolences-- she was much closer to Aspenstar than she'd ever been to Duskveil, but it also felt awful to just... leave it unsaid that Duskveil had just disappeared. Whether or not she was dead was beyond this, an offering to place if she had, an offering in hopes for a safe return if she was still out there. Or a safe journey to where she wanted to be.
As Larkspur left the den, Dawnbringer took the moment to stretch a bit. The thought of bringing an offering flitted through his mind, but he tossed it away quickly. Doing that would be like admitting that she was dead, and he wasn't ready for that yet. For all anyone knew, Duskveil and Sunrisekit were on their way back this very moment. Or perhaps they would show up in a moon, completely fine and with stories of adventure.
Shaking his head, Dawnbringer left the den, and joined Larkspur in the walk. As much as he currently didn't like the newly appointed deputy, he had to be thankful that she at least cared about her predecessor. This was much better than what anyone else had done thus far, even if he didn't quite understand what she meant to gain by this. Was this just for show, to try and gain his trust? Was it simply to look good? He didn't know much about her, and so he had no idea whether to be suspicious or not. It was possible that she was truly saddened by his sister's disappearance, and simply wanted to offer some sort of goodwill.
He glanced at the she-cat out of the corner of his eye, trying to judge her intentions. Though, Dawnbringer was never the best judge of character, especially with his rather anti-social behavior. So, he gave in and asked, "Why are you doing this?"
As they walked through the darkened forest, Larkspur kept her eyes and ears open. She was keen to the darkness, but lately it had been stressing her out. Duskveil's disappearance, the apprentices that had found a dead body, it was a bit much to think about at the moment. Not including the position she'd just been given, it was a lot to have on the mind.
The feminine glances over at Dawnbringer, her blue eyes unreadable. Then, she returns her gaze back into the forest ahead of them. "It feels strange how fast everything is moving forward." she admits into the air between them, sighing softly at what she'd said aloud. "I know that to keep the clan strong and stable, we need to have our leadership filled, but it still feels all so quick." She ponders on her next thought for a moment. "Duskveil was part of my command line. I didn't know her well, but I still respected her as one of my commanders. Bringing something for her spirit, or for her safe return, feels like the least I can do. I wouldn't even begin to know where the first place she'd go though, so thank you for letting me know."
While she might've been quiet about it, Larkspur cared heavily and deeply for her clan, including all the cats in it. Especially now, she wanted to check in with everyone she could, the top of her list being those closest to Duskveil. Soon she knew that she would be taking over the apprentice's training that the former had started, and she was well aware that it might take them awhile to open up to the idea of her mentorship. But she understood. This was all so much.
Dawnbringer hadn't quite known what he had expected for an answer, and so he had no standard for whether her answer disappointed him or not. As far as he could tell, she was being honest, and for now that would have to be enough. Though, he had to agree with her first statement. It seemed like no one wanted to stop for even a moment. There had been no time for mourning before the clan was pushed forward again, and it felt like there was so much left to do to fill in the cracks. It was probably much worse for Larkspur, as she had more responsibilities in all of this, but it was hard for even Dawnbringer to keep up anymore.
Paying careful attention to where he was walking, the tom brought his gaze up to the sky. Between the leaves, he could barely make out the forms of some stars, but even just the glimpse was enough to calm some of the storm in his heart. He had hated the cosmos, but they were something that Duskveil loved, so he could never actually voice it. Even when his father died, he had never thought they would bring him any sort of comfort.
"If it feels this quick to me, I can only imagine how it is for you. There's still a lot more for you to do, isn't there?" he asked, deciding to keep his memories to himself for now.
"It's... different, and yeah, there's a lot more that I can't even begin to think about." Larkspur had nothing to gain or lose with the honesty she presented, so she found no reason to conceal her words. "I'm so honored to have been chosen, but it's also terrifying. Usually there's time to figure things out but there wasn't any now." Her breath falls through her nose, a slight shake to her head. "Sorry, I'm not meaning to ramble. Everyone keeps saying how exciting this must be, but catching my footing is taking me a minute. I want what's best for the clan and I'm scared that isn't me." The unspoken words were if she'd ever be as good for the clan as Aspenstar and Duskveil, and feeling like Phantomfox would've made the better choice. But that was even too much for her to say aloud now. She glances over at him. "How are you holding up? Is there anything I can do to help support you?" The feline asked this genuinely, the concern present in her face and eyes.
Soon they had stepped into the camp ruins. She flicks her ears forward and sets down the flower and herb bundle, sniffing the area around them. When she doesn't smell any signs of danger, Larkspur steps forward to the middle of the camp, where the leader would've made announcements. Carefully, she sets the bundle at the base, sitting down to wrap her tail around her paws. Larkspur closes her eyes to murmur a soft prayer, "may starclan light your path, whether it be home to us or among the stars."
It was weird, it felt like Larkspur had begun opening up to him with her honesty. There was no reason for it, which perhaps would have made any other cat trust her a bit more, but Dawnbringer was still on edge around the new deputy. As she spoke, he could only imagine Duskveil in her place, speaking her own doubts about her abilities. Dawnbringer had thought there were no better cat than his sister fit to be deputy, and he still stood by that. But, she wasn't here anymore, and however much he didn't want it to happen, a new cat had to fill her pawsteps. Was it his place to judge this she-cat before him? He wasn't sure, but his opinions could only be biased.
However, she was constantly surprising him. He hadn't expected anyone to ask how he was with so much concern, and Dawnbringer could only offer a grimace of a smile in return. Before he could reply, they had made it to the ruins, and Larkspur stepped up to place her offering. A few moments later, he joined her, copying her position, except with his gaze to the night sky. Whether Duskveil was alive or not, there was no doubt that she was looking at the stars.
Taking a deep breath, he let the silence surround them for a little bit before responding, voice distant, "It's taking every ounce of control I have to not go out and search for her myself."
Larkspur was just the type to be honest. She was a mediator, gently allowing two sides to confront one another with her in the middle, the referee of sorts. If needed, she could steer conversations and see things from many angles. She was an earnest she-cat with good in her soul. She had a genuine soul, and a want to do good for everyone.
Larkspur looks up at the sky, judging the height of the moon and it’s placement among the stars. “I have until moon high before I need to patrol. I can help you search a bit, if you wanted.” She wraps her tail around her paws, taking a deep breath in. “If we find her, I would give my position to her in a heartbeat. This is only my place if she’s truly gone.”
It was a very tempting offer, to be sure. He had held off on searching on his own because of his own emotions blinding him, meaning he would be much more likely to get into trouble of some kind. Whether it be angering another clan, not noticing a danger in time, or simply being careless in where he stepped, all of it was possible. With someone else with him, it gave him something else to focus on and another set of eyes to make sure that none of that would happen.
So, despite how much Dawnbringer wanted to just return to the warrior den and be done socializing, it was hard to pass up the offer. "I would appreciate that," he said, leaving it vague as to which part of her statement he was referring to. With his head still tilted towards the sky, his vibrant green eyes moved to meet Larkspur's gaze. "I know you're quite busy, but thank you for wanting to help."
(okay, so this could go one of two ways, whichever one would be better closure for Dawnbringer. 1) we find Duskveil and Sunrisekit's bodies, or 2) they don't lol. maplevow was found dead by fox attack, so that would likely make the most sense)
"It's the least I can do." Larkspur says, leaving the rest of her words unspoken. It's the least I could do for replacing your sister, who I can't bring back. Between the disappearance of Duskveil and her child, and finding more than one death by fox, Larkspur was having a heck of a time trying to keep the clan at ease. She offers a ghost of a smile, the fear in her mind eating away at her. She wasn't sure if she was ready to see what they might find.
"We can start at the borders. Make our way back up to Nightclan's camp from there." She stands, giving one last glance at the flower bundle. Please make this as least painful as possible, she sends a silent prayer to Starclan on behalf of Dawnbringer, a genuine hope that all would be well.
