˖ ࣪⊹ Serendipityhearth; she/her Sera’s pawsteps were a steady echo through the dim caves where thunderclan resided, and the ambience was calming. It was freezing; even for SerindipityHearth who had a good tolerance for the cold temperature that seemed to plague thunderclan’s new territory. She had a distaste for it. After all, it could pose a danger to Ena and Bea, their fragile bodies not yet adapted to the weather. Where was Bea, anyway? She had just seen Ena earlier, and they were just settling into camp like they’d been doing. But she was so busy, she hadn’t been very… present. Guilt sparked in her gut and she looked to her paws. Maybe if she’d found time or asked for some to well, be a mother, she would have seen or known where Bewitchedkit was. But no. With no scent to follow, Sera’s guilt almost felt to be telling her to find Bea. Speeding up, she ventured deeper into the caverns, peeking in small crevices or behind Stalagmites risen like claws reaching from the earth. Her mind raced, and she started to panic as the tunnel led to a dead end. She had checked /everywhere/ that Bea /should/ be at this point, and the territory was so big. How would Sera ever be able to find her? Suddenly, SerindipityHearth’s paws skidded as she noticed a giant hole in the ground, and her heart dropped. Looking down in the carvern, she could make out a tiny shape at the bottom. An unmistakable one. Eyes filling with tears, her cries echoed off the walls hauntingly as she ran back on the path she’d just taken. Sera knew where Bea was; but was this much better than her disappearing? Sobbing, her tears rained onto the stone beneath her feet as she rushed out into camp. “Bewitchedkit is dead!” No one would care as much as she did. Of course they wouldn’t want a kit to die; but Bea was her kit. Her family. Something she’d been searching for her whole life. Maybe she should’ve given the kits to someone else… /I should’ve listened to my self doubt. I was so selfish. Can I really be trusted? The poor baby. She didn’t even become an apprentice. Bea didn’t deserve to die. What will I tell Enchantedkit?/ The rushing thoughts in her head were like an angry river. Never stopping. Crashing against the banks. Tearing the ground and foliage out. Carrying any soul unfortunate enough to get caught to their demise. Could she never be happy? Would Ena suffer the same fate? Dying before she even got to live? No. No, she couldn’t. Sera wouldn’t let her. Not after this pain. ˖ ࣪⊹ This is so awful aghhh. I hate this SRP the writing is very mid :’) but you get the point. Unfortunately the rper for Bewitchedkit has left and it’s really sad but I guess plot Now Sera’s like depressed and will be super overprotective over Ena, and possibly get anxiety or some other disorder
