get me out of this misery [closed]

The member 'Kitty' has done the following action : Dice roll

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'Invasion Dice' :

Flutterpetal was on yet another patrol. This one was at least with his brother, but they'd found themselves with little to say to each other recently. What was there to do but talk about the impending conflict? What was there to say but condolences, empty and worried, that surely ShadowClan would not be so foolish as to invade over Batsong's awful actions? And yet, they both knew that it was inevitable. That any moment, claws might come to tear their camp apart. So even the brothers had been quieter as of late. Due to the shared silence, during their hunting, Flutterpetal found himself further from Adderdawn. His pursuit of a rabbit that had just barely managed to escape his claws led him out of his brother's sight. Instead of rushing immediately back, he took a moment to stare across the border, feeling the unpleasantly familiar sensation of frustration boiling in the very pit of his stomach. Why were the stars determined to lead them into danger? From Fourtrees to Highstones to the upcoming war with ShadowClan... had all of that truly been the will of the stars? Was WindClan doomed from the very start? And was that a cat coming across the horizon?

Wait. A cat? His muscles grew tense as he looked, a dark shape in the corner of his eye growing larger. Yes. That was another cat. But it wasn't a WindClan cat. The movements were too unsure, too erratic, to be those of a warrior who belonged on the moors. Flutterpetal felt his heart sink. Was this it? Was this the head of a ShadowClan patrol, finally coming to attack? Was he about to be the first casualty of the long-promised war? As his hackles raised, he opened his mouth to let out a desperate yowl for Adderdawn--but stopped, shocked, when the other cat yelled first. His name.

"FLUTTERPETAL!"

That voice. He knew that voice. It was the she-cat he'd run into at Fourtrees, and then spoken with at the most recent Gathering. The one he'd gifted a crown of lavender and laughed with about their shared hesitance in the clearing. Murkyripple. But... what was she doing here? This was WindClan territory. They didn't even share a border. How had she gotten here? Why were her screams so desperate? Though the adrenaline did not leave his veins, he found himself stumbling a little as he half-walked, half-ran the rest of the distance towards her. "Murkyripple? he asked breathlessly, trying to make sense of the name even as it tumbled out of his mouth. "You're... what are you doing here? Are you okay? It... it must be important, if you came all this way. Are you hurt?" Concern crept through the confusion in his voice. Yet, there didn't seem to be any injuries on her pelt. What in the name of the stars could this be about?

As Murkyripple grew closer, Flutterpetal couldn't help but notice how different she looked compared to the past two times they'd met. Her fur was unkempt, her eyes were wild, and there was no sign of the lavender crown. Mud-coated, panting, ears pinned back, each breath heaving with some kind of desperation dragging her forward. She seemed as confused about where she was as he did. The words rolling over themselves to escape her tongue entered his ears belatedly, as all he could do was stare and try to comprehend. This was his same friend who had previously been so composed. Even when tear-stained, her orange gaze had never looked so frenzied. What could have happened for her to be so distraught? She said she needed him. It sounded like she truly believed it. But what was wrong? How could he help? Shifting his weight from paw to paw, he felt like he was waiting on tenterhooks for the sudden overflow of understanding that would help him know what to do next.

The sound of pawsteps behind him made him flinch, tearing his singular focus from his concerningly wild-eyed friend to the other cat he'd somehow forgotten about. His patrol companion. His brother. Adderdawn stood just behind him, golden gaze narrowed as he looked between Murkyripple and Flutterpetal, as if trying to piece together the apparent bond that made the two of them know each other by name. Flutterpetal realized with a quiet sting of guilt that he had refrained from mentioning his ThunderClan friend to his brother. It hadn't been on purpose; the topic had simply never come up, and it had only been recently that they'd even met. He hadn't believed that something like this would happen so soon--let alone happen at all. But this would obviously look bad for him. At least it was his brother, rather than some cat who would immediately run to the leader. Still, Flutterpetal couldn't keep his fur from prickling uncomfortably as he met Adder's confused, unhappy eyes.

It wasn't wrong of Adderdawn to demand Murkyripple's explanation. Flutterpetal wanted to know, too. He was grateful that his brother held his claws back, and very aware that it was likely only for his sake that he did so. This situation had swiftly gone from mildly concerning to genuinely distressing. As the intruding she-cat spoke again, Flutterpetal felt his gaze drawn back to her, and he knew that his light green eyes bore every ounce of the worry that his fast-beating heart was pumping through his blood. She was saying words. None of them strung together coherently, but somehow they formed a picture that he didn't have too much trouble seeing--especially because of how deep their previous conversation at Fourtrees had been. She was the daughter of Nightstar and Mottlestar who felt like she couldn't fit in anywhere. As the name of her home Clan fell from her mouth, it seemed full of too many emotions to unpack. Perhaps something bad had happened to her. Maybe too many unkind words, maybe stress from the tensions with WindClan or ShadowClan--maybe something he couldn't even comprehend. Whatever it was, it must have been the last straw for her to sprint all the way across the forest as if a fire had been lit under her tail. The next two sentences didn't seem to fit together either. She needed a companion... and she asked him faintly how one could fix a broken heart.

The sentiments, though he could only try his best to piece them together with what little knowledge he had, struck true to his own feelings. He'd had enough struggles of his own--enough dark nights staring at the stars--enough times staring at a friend's corpse--enough sleepless mornings feeling abandoned--that he thought he could understand at least the emotional state she was coming from, if nothing else. The way that she kept glancing around made him feel as if she wanted to run off again. However, though he still felt tense, torn between his brother's hot breath on his shoulder and the trembling she-cat in front of him, Flutterpetal forced himself to focus. "I'm here," he told Murkyripple. The words came out steadier than he felt they had any right to be, though concern still wavered beneath them. "I'm not sure... what you mean by a companion. But I'm your friend. If you need something, you--you can ask. Take a deep breath. No one will attack you." At the word, he glanced behind him again, looking at Adderdawn. His brother still seemed lost, unsure whether to charge forward with unsheathed claws or run for the hills. For now, he was frozen mid-lunge, ready to take either course of action at the drop of a leaf. Flutterpetal studied him for a moment before pressing his nose to his brother's cheek. "She's... a friend. It's okay. She's like... like Honeylight." His voice was quiet, apologetic, and uncertain. This might be too much, even for Adder. Flutterpetal wasn't sure how to solve either problem before him, let alone mediate between the two of them. His eyes darted between the two of them again, before landing back on Murkyripple. "How to fix a broken heart... I don't know. I struggle too. But what's always helped me is to have someone listen. I'm--I'm listening." It might not be enough, but he could only offer what he could. The tension in his shoulders did not relax. Though he trusted both Adderdawn and Murkyripple, he felt like one wrong word from him could cause an eruption between the two. What... what was he supposed to do?