[Mica]

Eaglepaw
RiverClan
she/her | 7 moons | 24/100
[Golden and white tuxedo tabby with green eyes]
Purrks: Dreamwalker, HK T2
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[Dusklion - @taillow ]
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How long? How long, how long how long....

Eaglepaw couldn't think, only stare at the chain at her paws. She scanned the area, face blank as she slowly processed the information. How long?

Eaglepaw glanced up at Dusklion, her normally bright green eyes veiled behind shock and worry. "Last... Last time I saw him was the raid." She meowed weakly, returning her gaze to the ground. "He came back to help. But then... he was gone."

Eaglepaw had desperately searched every corner of camp for him, for his body, but there was no sign of him. She had figured he had just left, deciding once and for all that clan life wasn't for him. He had returned for her, only to be caught up in a fight that he should have had no part in.

But Rushwater wasn't like that. He was strong, and independent, and extremely loyal to the clan. Eaglepaw had seen first hand how dedicated he was to Larkstar when she had been around. It should have been so obvious that there had been foul play. Maybe, if she had faith in her adopted father then, would he have been alone? Could she have helped him?

Was he even still alive?

Eaglepaw pushed herself to her paws. Normally, she had noticed, when apprentices play fought, the ground got all scuffed up. This was a relatively grassy area... maybe some grass got torn up if there was a struggle. And if there was a struggle, there was a perpetrator. Someone to tie to his disappearance. It didn't take long to find clumps of grass that were shorter than the rest, as if they hadd only just broken through the soil. Eaglepaw twisted to Dusklion. Surely the older warrior could tell if this was normal or indication of a struggle, right? "M-Maybe there was a struggle. This grass was all torn up, yeah? M-Maybe that was from a fight?" She knew she sounded like she was grasping at straws, because frankly, she was. She needed Dusklion to tell her she wasn't crazy, to tell her that they could fix this. To tell her that everything was going to be okay.