[AbsurdJinx]

Originally Posted by tawny~

Runningpaw was depressed. She knew that. It was clear as day. Losing her mother, even if she hadn't been very close to her, still hurt her more than anything. While her depression was not as bad because she was eating, drink, and taking care of her just fine as if she wasn't depressed at all, to a degree, she still was depressed. And, probably everyone in the clan, and ShadowClan, could see that. Not that she cared, however. Would she ever really care as much as she used to? Runningpaw could barely register her thoughts. Or barely register anything more than sadness at the moment, or her personality.

Despite her father's attempts to comfort her. She still.. wanted to know why, or.. something.. anything, just to find her mother, alive or a body, or something to let her grief go. But her heart had refused to mend. It refused. She was desperate for her mother to come back, something, anything. And she barely registered Articpaw's disappearance, or Cricketpaw's murder at all in the past few moons. A lifeless mind, and a lifeless body. Too lost in depression and hurt to notice. Maybe she had noticed, maybe the thought of those apprentices dying for no reason, was maybe her fault. Maybe, she felt grief for the friendships she could of made. She didn't know why her mother's death, or disappearance hit her that hard as it it. But, it did. Really.. really hard. It had been moons after it and yet... it was hard to let go.

Runningpaw's small, but fluffy tail was wrapping around her limbs as she lay staring at nothing really any particular. She didn't care if any cats saw her in this state. Not really one bit. It didn't matter as much to her anymore, she didn't seem to care. Her belly rumbled with hunger. But, she ignored it this time. Does it really mater? Her depression was slightly worsening, but it wasn't if the black she-cat noticed very much. And cared. She glanced at the freshkill pile, lifting her head to see what was their. Her belly rumbled. Runningpaw set her head back down, her blue green eyes glistening with barely anything.

Juniperpaw noticed another feline nearby, a she-cat she'd seen around camp, walking about with a distant look in her eyes. Unfortunately, she could not put a name to the face, leaving the black-pelted apprentice nameless in Juniperpaw's mind. She yearned to change this, to give the she-cat a name. Perhaps this is why she took a risk in approaching her, in approaching another clanmate who might just label Juniperpaw as Cricketpaw's replacement. But she'd watched the other apprentice study the fresh-kill pile, only to shrink back. Obviously, the feline was hungry, but why didn't she help herself to a meal? Juniperpaw looked down at her half-eaten mouse for a few seconds before lowering her head and scooping the rodent off the ground.


She padded over to the apprentice, glancing over her shoulder as she walked to survey the clearing once more. Juniperpaw slowed her pace as she got even nearer to the other she-cat, a loud purr rumbling in her throat as a gentle greeting. She was sure to approach from in front of the feline as to avoid startling her, lowering her head to let the mouse roll from her jaws. Juniperpaw spoke as the rodent plopped before the black apprentice, ``Hi! I'm Juniperpaw. I've seen you around camp, actually, but I never got your name?`` She tilted her head slightly to the side in a curious manner. A bubble of positivity seemed to surround Juniperpaw, who could be described as a bundle of joy.


@Clover I think only Cloversplash could help a little - not much, unfortunately )=