Dark Forest Territory

[Rose]

Originally Posted by BEAR.

It was hard to differentiate how much time had actually passed since the Smokekit incident. Could've been minutes, could've been moons. Ultimately, it didn't really matter because by the time Little Lark arrived, Wolverine had worn a path of pawprints into the muck from all his pacing.

He was furious! Angry that Smokekit had done this, and angry that it was SO in line with the family to do something so stupidly reckless. "He takes after you, you know! The second you get your mind set on something you throw all rationality out the den and do stupid things! There's a reason he didn't make it past kithood to begin with, 'n a reason you hardly made it to kitting! Holy hell!"

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She/Her | Purrks Overlook

Lostspark hadn't been getting much sleep lately, what with her kin dropping left and right. Any sleep she did get was riddled with nightmares or constant waking up drenched in sweat. So of course, when she did find unconsciousness long enough to be swept into a dream, it just had to be something just as chaotic as the rest of the current waking world.

For a while, Lostspark was too stunned into silence to speak. She took in Wolverine, the scenery around them, and then the path worn into the ground because of his relentless pacing. Yeah, she supposed her grimace of unease was well-earned. That was until it sank in Wolverine was talking about a 'he' that was related to her, and there was only one cat who fit that description. Stars and the starsdamned be damned.

One cat who was very obviously missing from this scene. "Where the hell is Smokekit?!" She wasn't aggravated - more of panicked, already dreading her something-grandfather's reply, knowing she would not like it.

[BEAR.]

"I should be asking you that!" Wolverine snarled, but in truth his anger wasn't for her. "Playing with wishes only reaps pain, that has always been the cost!

"But no, none of you seek to understand the consequences of your actions before it is too late. Your freckles has seen him off, but has failed to understand the gravity." A growly rumble in his throat, a consideration of what he should offer.

"In dark depths he spies,
Awaiting passing paws to lie.
Seek the waters of the mire,
But doing so will cost you dire."

There. Maybe it wasn't as fancy as some of StarClan's, but it got the point across well enough. He wasn't no damn poet.

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