Guiding Light- Glorious SRP

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TW for grief. Title from a Muse song )) When Glorious heard the news, she ran. She didn't know where, only that she wanted to get away, away from the panic the cries the chaos of camp. But who could blame them. A phoenix was dead. A phoenix, she though, looking down the mountain from her position concealed beneath a shrub, was suppose to rise again. Rise from the ashes, as the cats of Mossclan had risen from their own ashes to the climb this very mountain. And who had lead them? It had been Skyfall, alongside the others, but Skyfall was gone. Who would lead them now? It was Skyfall who guided her and Honour up the mountain. Skyfall who had caught her when she stumbled, carried her when she was too tired to walk, shielded her from the cold. Skyfall who had given her the sparrow feather, the lone decoration on her pelt. Skyfall who was dead, body wrecked on a twoleg's train track. What could you do when your guiding light was gone? Glorious could do nothing but sit on the mountainside, yowling, howling, screaming her pain to the wind. There was no one to shield her now, so the cold bit her, and when she could ignore it no longer she stood, turning her dampened walk back to camp. Would they bring back it's body to bury? Or was it too far mangled, too far torn from living? It was light when she returned to camp, and the phoenixs' den was empty. Glorious slipped inside. No one saw her enter, or else they couldn't find it in their hearts to tell off a grieving kit. Normal cats weren't allowed in there, Skyfall had told her so. But then they'd shown her anyway. An exception for their little one, it had said. Was she still it's little one, now that they were out of reach? Head down and tail dragging, Glorious walked past Skyfall's nest, past the familiar scent of bandages and herbs, smoke and salt. She stopped at the stream, and her gaze fell to her reflection. To the sparrow feather, which had always sat a little crooked. Why was she only noticing that now? Frowning, she straightened it. It all seemed unreal. Glorious knew no one was invincible, but her parent had seemed so strong. Was it really dead? Just like that? When she dipped her paws in the stream, the ripples reduced her reflection to a blur, black on one side, white on the other. She could almost pretend it was them. Would someone come, tell her it was a joke, a dream, some kind of mistake? Skyfall couldn't just be gone. But no one came, and the ripples cleared. Her reflection returned and with it came the reality to settle over her, colder than any wind the mountain could supply. It was just her. Her alone. The next few days were strange. The Pyrothys moved on. Grief turned to business, as a new phoenix was appointed in Skyfall's place and the camp returned to normal. Glorious didn't feel normal. She felt lost. Crushed. Cold. Confused. A thousand feelings still raging inside her. Grief. Anger. Fear. Loss. Loss, loss, loss. Curse this feeling.