Broken Every Part of Me, Bloodied and Beaten Down... [C]

It had taken an intense amount of planning for Falconmoon to get away from his patrol to come here. He'd asked Sunfire to, once again, inform the clan nothing had happened to him and that he would be back. He made the excuse of wanting to go to the Moonstone, not even telling his brother what he actually planned on doing. It wasn't personal. Nothing between him and his brother had changed. He'd kill and die for that tom with no hesitation... but this... this was too personal even for the best of his relationships. The white and gold tom followed the memories of his past life to this place. The closer he got to the Forgotten Order's camp, the stronger Dawnhawk became. The memories were fiercely vivid, especially as the familiar scents of this place wafted into his nose.

This was the place of intoxicating levels of triumph... and bone crushing moments of loss and agony. The cat that made up Falconmoon practically evaporated into nothingness, like he had never been. This was Dawnhawk's home. It always would be. The lack of familiar scents caused such intense pain in the tom's chest it was all he could do to not cry or puke.

"Tarot... Calypso... Hyacinthia... Ares..." Dawnhawk's voice choked out, unable to say anything more. His closest friend and his beloved family was gone. He wandered in, his tail dragging the ground and his nose nearly doing the same. The young tom carried a weight on his shoulders in that instant that shouldn't have been possible for his age. He wandered to the tree and collapsed at it's rotting roots.

"I gave up everything... and now I have nothing." He curled tightly into a ball and his body shook as he wept. The burden of having to be two cats at once finally came down on him in that moment. He was only Dawnhawk now, only Dawnhawk in this place. Falconmoon had utterly no right to be here, and the ancient darkness that was his former life cast him out of this place that he didn't belong. He stayed curled tight under the rotting tree, only hoping that a heavy limb would fall upon him and end his pain.

To the Dark Forest with Skyclan and everyone in it. To the Dark Forest with the Starclan cats that granted him another life. In this moment of overwhelming sorrow and woe, he hated them all.

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

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'Invasion Dice' :

Grub wasn't repairing or replacing anything within the old campgrounds he'd secured for himself, but rather nosing about in anxious attempts to piece together more of its history. He hated how it felt to not know something. Yet at the same time it made him feel... Alive. The thrill of being where he most would say he wasn't supposed to be. The infuriated and exasperated looks of everyone he came cross when he pushed boundaries. Fun. It was fun. It had to be. If ever a day came where nothing was interesting to him anymore-

Well. He would just simply exist to be.

"Tarot... Calypso... Hyacinthia... Ares..." A greasy ear perked and twisted slightly backwards, an unfamiliar voice sounding from behind him. Odd. He hadn't heard anyone come in. But what were these words? Names? His lanky form turned to face whoever it was that entered his domain: a cream and white tom-cat. A stranger.

Grubs whiskers flicked and an odd grin twitched across his face before relaxing, his paws flexing anxiously, unable to keep to himself. Then again, why should he?

"I gave up everything... and now I have nothing." He was already in front of the tom who - clearly - needed space. But Grub had chosen to sleep in camp tonight. So, unfortunately, he wouldn't be able to just ignore it.

"Sounds like you're looking for someone." The mottled tom took a seat, skinny tail curling around his moist paws. "Maybe I could help you with that." He literally couldn't, having never seen this cat before. But he was nosey and even useless knowledge was knowledge.

Falconmoon's head raised at the sound of another voice. He wasn't alarmed, since there was no threat in the stranger's tone. If anything, Falconmoon fixed the stranger in a stare that suggested he wasn't supposed to be here, but was still glad that he was. The white tom swept a forelimb over his eyes and stood tall, hiding his pain to the best of his ability.

"Are you part of the Forgotten Order?" He asked, though doubt was powerful in his suspicions. There hadn't been groups of cats here in moons. His other thought was to check the bran in Windclan territory, but he'd cross that bridge when he got to it.

"I'm-" He hesitated, wondering how much information he should share. After a moment, he cast aside all caution. This wasn't something Falconmoon could handle, but Dawnhawk definitely could. "I'm Dawnhawk."

The... Forgotten Order? Grub had absolutely no idea what that was, but it wasn't hard to piece it together. Whoever these cats were, they were the ones who used to live here. Oh, fantastic news!

The urge to lie to this toms face was hard to fight back. The consequences of lying and not being able to provide any evidence to back himself up could result in losing the what could be the only way to dig up this places history. He hemmed and hawed before deciding to be truthful, "I can't say I have, but I'm very interested in the story behind them. Their camp seems to have long been abandoned."

A slimy looking paw tapped the ground in thought. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Dawnhawk. Im Grub. Happened on this place by chance, but I'd still consider it a new home. You're welcome to join me, if your looking for a place."