ShadowClan Apprentices' Den

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Hollowpaw
‘The Hauntress’

Shadow Fiend: Inactive
[ black and white cat, blue and amber eyes. face and shoulder scarring. | she/they ]
[ #VGCHollow ]

➢ The Hauntress was circling the clearing calmly before entering the Apprentice den. And if she was being honest to themself, they wanted to walk right back out… But someone in here was clearly in need of some sort of comfort. The pelt was a bit familiar, one of the kits of Lostspark and Darkfall, born three moons before Hollowpaw. It didn’t take one with the brain of Starclan to know why Quietpaw was upset. Hollowpaw couldn’t imagine what it was like to have your mother’s death announced on a random chilly afternoon.

The shaky breaths are a hint to how bad it much hurt, but Hollowpaw still couldn’t fully comprehend such a loss. The black and white cat steps closer. Sitting down next to the tattered nest alongside its sobbing inhabitant. “Quietpaw?” Her voice isn’t much above a whisper, having to strain it to offer any sort of verbal acknowledgment of friendliness. “Do you wish to talk about it? We could walk around camp if you need someone to listen…” Her voice trails off, fading into a humming silence. The Hauntress’ face gives a look of sympathy. Yes, she could at least offer that. Even if a walk held little value….

The loss of a loved one would forever hurt, even Hollowpaw couldn’t escape it… But maybe, just maybe! Providing someone else a chance to be heard would slaughter Hollow’s own regrets and open a door once closed…this is what Hawkbite would do, right?

[ @Morrigan ]