this srp was originally written a month ago, sometime in late june of 2024- however, it was not able to be released due to some parts that needed perms (i decided to delete them so i could share this project with you all earlier). with that being said, this canonically happened when anenome was thirteen moons old, a moon after maelstromspire's death. hope you all enjoy!! ——- ✦ -—— he hadn't been alone not really ever since he had been brought to thunderclan, ever since he had dragged him from the dark caverns of the serpentine dynasty he had never had any friends to talk to never anyone to laugh with, to joke with, to play with his clanmates glared at him, crinkled their noses at him with disgust sure, he hadn't loved it hadn't loved the stares, the whispers, but his mother was always there, always there to shield away the voices that haunted him haunting him everywhere he went always there by his side, stuck beside him through and through it all she had lifted him up, had shown him how to grin even when the entire world seemed against him even when everyone else seemed to have turned their backs on him his mother. maelstromspire. she . . . was dead, had been dead for nearly a moon now. she was dead? his mother . . . she was – she was dead how had it happened, how had it all happened so fast? how had things gone wrong so . . . so quickly? he still couldn’t truly believe it, couldn’t believe that he had seen her lifeless body laid out in front of him. right there. right by the bottom of the ravine. it was like it all happened just yesterday. her eyes closed, on the ground, her fur clawed out, her scent nearly indistinguishable with the smell of the rain. she had been murdered, it had seemed. maybe it had all just been a bad dream, maybe he would wake up from this horrible nightmare, maybe he would wake up to see his mother standing there, ready to pull him into an embrace maybe then maybe then, things would be okay. that was what he desperately wanted to believe, after all. and yet, that day, it had all came back to him, piece by piece, inch by inch. his blood curdling scream. his sister's . . . huntress's shaking voice the tidal wave that had seemed to hit him, the roaring in his ears the thoughts screaming in the back of his mind, yelling for him to do something — anything — to bring his mother back to him, to bring the life he once had back. tears. salty against his cheeks as they streamed down down ᵈᵒʷⁿ he wasn’t ready yet. he wasn’t ready for a life without his mom, for a life without the warmth of his mother beside him he wanted the same, salty laughter as he chased her through the halls of the serpentine dynasty. he wanted to go back to the days they would explore together, when she would show him the like they once did, and for him to give her his dazzled, wide eyes. for her to smile at him like she once did, like she once /had./ he wanted the joy he had once felt, the joy that had once filled him up, that had made him feel so so . . . whole. she had shown him the sea, the sea and all its beautiful wonders. she had shown him the world outside, the mysteries of the incredible universe that lay ahead of him. now he was left in thunderclan, left all by himself no mother, no sisters, no father no best friend just an aunt who he had barely spoken to, just a cousin who he had just met he was so alone so alone here. ... he just wanted his mama back.
