[Clover]

Originally Posted by king kaleb!

@Clover

daydream was searching. it had been days, weeks, moons even. clan life seemed to go on but no one cared, no one seemed to care that a medicine cat had gone missing. no one seemed to care that a whole being, a whole cat was gone. why had she left? why did she leave them? did they do something wrong? riverclan seemed empty now. russetstar was gone, geckoleaf was gone. it felt like less of a home than anything anymore. no search parties were made, not even an announcement. juniperpaw was struggling, and daydream had snapped at her for delaying on telling them about geckoleafs disappearance. its as if she didnt exist, but she was such a big part of daydreams life. she had impacted them so much. she had brought them back from the edge of death, literally and figuratively. she had provided more for them than any queen, any warrior, any cat had. she was their everything, she was their person. and she was gone. but they searched endlessly anyway. they walked for miles across countless territories to no avail. she was out there, she had to be. she did exsist. daydream wouldnt let her legacy fade as if it were nothing. they wanted to find her if it was the last thing they did.

their eyes were heavy as they walked, broken amber hues scanning the pale forest. snow and ice crunched under their toes as they walked, the cold seeping between their short, thin threads of fur. they were not made for winter but they search anyway. they were tired of worrying. but they had lost everything. they had lost cricketpaw. they had lost geckoleaf. cricketpaw was murdered, slaughtered right under riverclans noses and no one did anything ! they wouldnt let the same happen to geckoleaf. she wasnt nothing. she was everything.

It was so quiet; everything seemed so quiet. The world around her was covered in a thin sheet of snow, and it made the world more peaceful.

Peace. That one word had been her ceaseless search for moons, while she looked inwards for her own sense of self. And she'd found it, curled up one morning in the small hollow she'd called home. After that, it'd been a race back to RiverClan; she knew she'd never be a medicine cat again, but she had found something else beyond peace. Love for Mistfall; if not a medicine cat and a healer, she could be a lover, a mate, a mother.

But Geckoleaf had never been trained as to know how to find the intricacies of smell that marked a border; clans ones were easy to tell, as prevalent and frequently renewed as they were. But the single thin strip of scent that marked the edge of a loner's homeland was beyond her meager talent. She stumbled right in and kept on going; it was that loner's right to attack her, and attack her the loner her, mauling her and leaving her for dead after dragging her to the edge of the domain.

Her own blood was so dark; so thick and fluid. She'd never thought she'd had that much of it; the snow behind her was stained with a trail of it. At last, she'd had to stop; there wasn't enough blood for her muscles to become oxygenated, and she'd collapsed. Though lightheaded, Geckoleaf was fairly certain she'd made her way a decent length into ShadowClan territory.

And what she saw affirmed it; off in the distance, a familiar golden shape, hunched and weak looking. She'd know the form of her young one anywhere.

Geckoleaf was dying, as she knew what it loked like, but if she could see Daypaw one last time, maybe it would be rectified. "Day... Day!..."she croaked, voice a harsh scratch that she hoped owuld be able to carry far enough in the stillness. "Day..." Weaker this time; she didn't have enough energy left for this.

So, she gave into silence, and waited, desperate hope clawing at her mind and giving her enough strength to watch.