This is NOT a death SRP! She is just being traumatized! TW, death, caps, denial Part 1: Cara's Crush *Carambolabloom padded back into camp after her meet-up with Annelid. She was beginning to get a better idea of what that feeling she had felt was. Love. Carambolabloom had a crush, and it felt good. She settled into her nest, pondering. Should she tell Annelid next time they met up? She didn't want to make the friendship awkward or anything if she were rejected... But they were close. Surely Anne would understand, even if she just wanted to keep it platonic. She had made up her mind. She would tell her, because in the end, she knew in her heart that it'd turn out okay. Anne was a great friend to her, even if she wouldn't want to be more than that. She would understand even if she didn't want to be her mate.* Part 2: Waiting. *Just a few days later. Carambolabloom padded over to where they had agreed to meet the first time they had met on this very border. She had even brought the reddish rock, a treasured part of her collection, to give to her as a gift. The very one Annelid had rejected because she wanted Cara to give it to someone more important to her. But Annelid was important to her, now more than ever. She had been slightly later than usual, warrior duties were beginning to get a bit tiring, but she had arrived. But, as she looked around, she saw nobody there. Not some other cat, and certainly not Annelid. Just no one. She was alone. This was fine. Maybe Anne had left early because she had shown up late! Or maybe she was even later! Carambolabloom sat there, kneading the dirt with her paws. She sat there for a solid several minutes. Maybe Anne forgot. Maybe she wasn't feeling well. Understandable reasons to be late. But as the sun descended down into the vast canopy that was the forest, she knew she couldn't stay out much longer. Someone would see her and get suspicious. Hesitantly, she padded back to camp, looking back once to make sure Annelid hadn't suddenly appeared behind her.* Part 3: Realization *Carambolabloom padded to and from that exact spot every day, red rock tucked into her fur. She had been patrolling one day, when she remembered the party. The one Marlinstar had held. The gruesome one that had made the pale ginger she-cat want to gag, the one that made her sick to her stomach. That one. Didn't Anne attend it too? Weren't there so many fights in that arena? Surely that couldn't be it. She wasn't..? No, she couldn't be, she couldn't POSSIBLY be! A cat around her age, so young, had died. She shouldn't have been so surprised by this. She didn't want to be surprised, but she didn't want to believe Annelid was dead. She dug her claws into the ground, stressed. How had this happened? She wasn't too sure on the Festival of Carnage theory she had came up with. She could've gotten ill. Or attacked by a predator like a wolf. But it didn't matter. What did matter is that she was gone. Annelid was dead, it was clear to her now. Carambolabloom began to sob. She padded over to a nearby patch of flowers, holding them in her mouth. She lowered her head where her friend had once stood, dropping them on the area. She placed the reddish rock with the flowers, and traced a small circle around it. A tribute of sorts. With that, she turned tail, and padded off, tears still falling on the dirt beneath her paws.*
drawing lowk slightly mid lol. the day this was posted is so ironic ;-;
