When an Owl Dies, a Hawk is Born [Open]

"There's nothing that I can say that will help with your grief Hawkstrike, that I know. And your words depress me but that's okay, you have reason to live now there's Skyclan there is my father there is my clanmates. Once you're healed you can hunt with us, fight with us, live with us." She meowed softly, head raising as she looked around and got to her paws. Leaving Hawkstrikes side she padded towards the scent of flowers, soon she happened upon a patch of them. Snuffling around she grasped some brown hibiscus, white and black speckled lilies, black baccara roses, and peonies. Grasping a couple of each she padded back swiftly, stopping beside Hawkstrike she put down a lily, a hibiscus, a baccara, and a peonie.

"One flower to correspond with Webtail and Lightningstrike, one to represent me and one to represent you. If you would like to lay them on their graves." She meowed softly, placing down the flowers in front of the grief stricken tom her face holding a sad smile upon it. Without waiting, she grasped one of each and laid them on their respective graves and stepping back to sit next to Hawkstrike.

Hawkstrike sighed deeply with Lilyheart’s words, living for SkyClan, much like he once dreamed to live for ShadowClan…it made sense, but it still didn’t take away that he had lost everything before now. Even his name was changed, it was like if he never had a past now…oh, but he still had the stupid bad parts from it, the wound over his eye being more than enough proof of it.

Just as he was about to go on another rage induced episode, Lilyheart successfully pulled him out from his thoughts by placing several flowers in front of him, causing him to rise his head and look at her with a confused expression. It wasn’t until she explained her thoughts to him that he understood, or…well, kinda. But well, a flower was better than nothing at all, right?

“S…sure, yeah…” He said almost on a whisper, looking at her as she placed the flowers down. He still wished he could talk with them, say all the things he wanted so bad to say, ask all those questions that now would be left answerless…so many things he wished he could do , but none of them possible “Thank you, Lilyheart…”.

When Hawkstrike thanked her, she was actually surprised though he seemed like a sweet cat she simply didn't expect it through his rage and grief. Blinking as she looked down at the tom then looked away bashfully, "You're welcome Hawkstrike." She meowed lowly, almost a whisper as she got to her paws once more. "We should get back to camp, they're probably worrying about you." Purred the she-cat, he could continue to grieve in the medicine cat den and maybe the could come back out the next day... "We can come back another time or tomorrow if you'd like?" Lilyheart offered, an unsure smile on her face, her paws shifting a little unsteadily as she waited beside him.

Hawkstrike closed his eyes for several seconds, making it seem like he had failed to hear Lilyheart’s words ‘Worrying about me…’ He couldn’t really remember the last time anyone but the three cats that now had been ripped away from his side worried about him, a thought that made many emotions start an all-out war inside the tom. These new feelings slowly mixed with the feelings that were caused by his grief, making him feel extremely confused.

Without saying a word and still trying to figure out what was he feeling and why, he got up with a soft groan. He didn’t want to leave yet, his sluggish actions kind of showing this, but dusk was near and even in his grief stricken state he knew that in his current condition being away from camp during the night would be suicidal…and regardless of how much he wanted to see his old friends again he still couldn’t die. He had a promise to uphold, he wouldn’t let them down “I wouldn’t mind coming back tomorrow…” His voice was nearly a whisper, like if he was talking to himself instead of the she-cat at his side.