#No time to mourn because there’s Toro

[silverthelovebug]

Okay, so, who do I have to commission to make a “Yaz dies from the Mosasaurus” fic?

NOBODY GIVE ME WEIRD LOOKS BECAUSE YOU GUYS LOVE MAKING BEN ACTUALLY DIE TO THE PTERANODONS !!! I’ve seen the fics ,,

The scenes happen back to back too, so it’s like — almost equal amounts of angst !! Because when Yaz breaks her ankle and Sammy runs over to her, she’s still pissed at Sammy, so imagine the guilt Sammy must feel if she watches Yaz die in front of her without ever making things right ??? Not to mention Ben’s guilt of feeling like he caused her death bc he was slowing them down with Bumpy. Maybe even Kenji too for not pulling her to safety fast enough with the feeding hook !!

Which is an ironic name..

I’d write it myself if I had the motivation to finish things ..

[pinksilvace]

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[fallenclan]

"...then from this day forward, you will be known as Hailcrash." Goldenstar's voice rang throughtout the camp but was quickly drowned out by a rush of cheers. Toro was probably the loudest, cheering from her perch a bit below Goldenstar.

Goosewing had a goofy grin on his face, one tooth sticking out. Moonstep and Stormsight were both more reserved in their affection, but their gazes gleamed with pride all the same.

Hailcrash couldn't stop purring. Hailcrash. What a brilliant name! And it was her name and would be hers forever. Unless she became leader one day, of course, but Hailcrash didn't want to get ahead of herself. She was content with being a warrior, her heart full of joy for what she'd achieved.

Otterslip was standing a few pawsteps away as well, a tiny grin on his face. Truthfully, he had been the best mentor Hailcrash could have asked for. He'll probably be the one who becomes deputy someday. Then I'll have had a deputy for a mentor on top of having a deputy as a mother.

Basking in the warmth of her clanmates' cheers, Hailcrash felt nothing but happiness.

The day Hailcrash became a warrior had been the third best day of her life.

...

Hailcrash couldn't believe it. She was deputy. She was still mourning Stormsight, but in her heart Hailcrash knew he, Goosewing, and Toro were all cheering her on from StarClan.

Hailcrash knew the clan was still mourning Goldenstar, and she was as well. He had been a great leader and it would be hard for Maplestar to follow his pawsteps. Hailcrash hoped he would find his own way of leadership rather than attempting to emulate his father.

Still, Hailcrash couldn't help but feel glee at her newfound position. Her clanmates thought she was best suited to deputyship. The thought made her heart swell.

The only cat more excited than Hailcrash was Hopepaw, who was practically vibrating with energy. "This is the coolest! My mom is deputy!" Cherrypaw, as usual, was more quiet, but she still nodded along with Hopepaw, grinning.

"Oooh! Maybe Cherrypaw will be deputy too someday! Just like you and Toro," Hopepaw continued, bouncing up and down.

Cherrypaw flustered. "Oh, I don't know... I don't think I want to be deputy. That seems like a lot of responsiblity." Hopepaw stuck out her tongue, causing Cherrypaw to roll her eyes fondly.

Chuckling, Hailcrash swept both of her kits into an embrace. "Just because I have more responsibilities now doesn't mean I won't have time for you guys anymore, okay? I'll always be here for you."

With Cherrypaw and Hopepaw nestled against her, Hailcrash felt nothing but excitement for the days going forward. Her children were going to grow up to do great things, and Hailcrash would do great things too. She was going to make everyone so proud.

The day Hailcrash became deputy had been the second best day of her life.

...

"Hopepaw! Cherrypaw!" Hailcrash yowled her kits' names at the top of her lungs, drowning out the rest of her clanmates' cheering. Her babies were finally apprentices! Hopepaw was practically dancing with excitement beside the more even-tempered Eaglestripe while Cherrypaw stood still beside Mothspots.

As soon as the meeting ended, Hailcrash raced up to her daughters. "I can't believe it!" she purred. "You've both grown so much." Hailcrash couldn't help but sniffle as well, eyes watering. "I'm so excited for you both."

Hopepaw grinned, tail swishing wildly. "I'm going to the best medicine cat ever." Leaning in close to Hailcrash, Hopepaw whispered, "Even better than Eaglestripe and Silverbelly."

Eaglestripe dutifully pretended not to hear this remark, instead making idle conversation with Mothspots.

"I'm sure you will be," Hailcrash murmured. "And you'll be a great warrior too, Cherrypaw."

Cherrypaw's gaze brightened. "You think so?"

"Of course I do, sweetheart." Hailcrash was overflowing with love for her kits. She wanted only the best things for them. She could remember how excited she had been once her own apprenticeship started, and seeing the mixture of anticipation and anxiety in Hopepaw and Cherrypaw's eyes, Hailcrash knew they were just as excited.

Hailcrash hadn't thought it possible to adore two cats as much as she adored her daughters.

The day Hailcrash's daughters become apprentices had been the best day of her life.

...

"Mom!"

Hailcrash stumbled blindly from her nest, out of breath. A strangled sob escaped her throat. Ever since the attack, she'd been having nightmares.

Hailcrash had always been a failure, taking moons longer than any other apprentice too become a warrior. And now, the latest of her long line of failures, Hailcrash had failed to save her mother and sibling. Toro and Goosewing were dead, among so many others.

What was she supposed to do without them? Without Toro's soothing guidance and fierce protectiveness? Without Goosewing's ability to make light of any situation?

At least she had Stormsight and Moonstep in her grief. After the attack, Stormsight had thrown himself into his duties as medicine cat, doing everything he could to take care of the injured. Moonstep had hardly left Hailcrash's side. Even now, the tom was sleeping in the nest adjacent to Hailcrash's own.

Hailcrash felt as though the grief would consume her, drown her like a restless tide.

As she sank back into her nest, Hailcrash took a few calming breaths. She wasn't going to wake Moonstep again. She knew what he would say. It wasn't your fault. There's nothing you could have done. But was that really true? Maybe someday she would begin to believe it, but for now, all of her long buried insecuries were resurfacing.

The attack had been the third worst day of her life.

...

"No." Otterslip. Otterslip. Otterslip. He killed Stormsight. Murdered him. Threw him off a cliff. Crack. His spine snapped. My brother. Murdered. By Otterslip.

Hailcrash's heart was racing. This couldn't be real. It had to be some sick joke. Otterslip, sweet, compassionate, understanding Otterslip would never commit such a vile act.

Yet the tom hadn't denied it. In fact, he had attempted to justify his actions, snarling that he had been avenging Grassroot.

Otterslip hadn't even looked at Hailcrash. Was he ashamed? Could he not bare to look at the cat who had trusted him, whose brother he had murdered? Does he even care? Hailcrash could feel her thoughts spiraling.

It took hours for the she-cat to regain her composure, but deep down she knew some part of her would never recover from this betrayal.

The day Otterslip was exiled had been the second worst day of her life.

...

"What's going on?" Hailcrash shoved past the crowd of murmuring felines, her anxiety racing as the seconds flew by. She had been discussing recent developments with the other clans with Maplestar when a commotion began in the middle of camp.

It was only when Hailcrash got to the center of the gathering of cats did she understand. Hopethistle was dead. The she-cat's body was limp in the clearing. Someone had had the foresight to cover her body in rosemary before dragging her into the clearing, masking the smell of death and covering some of her wounds. But only some of them.

Hailcrash let out a low wail of agony before collasping. She could faintly hear someone trying to explain to her how this had occurred.

Hopethistle had been discovered near ArchClan's border. No one knew what happened. She had been missing all morning (But no one had thought to tell Hailcrash. Why hadn't she noticed?).

Hailcrash's daughter was dead. Cherrydust was sobbing as well, desperately attempting to convince Hopethistle to wake up, as if death were something that could be negotiated.

"I'm so sorry," Hailcrash whispered, not sure whether she was apologizing to Hopethistle or Cherrydust.

The day Hopethistle died had been the worst day of her life.

...

"Mom?"

Hailcrash blinked. Cherrydust was standing in front of her with a concerned look on her face. How long Cherrydust been standing there?

"Are you all right?" Cherrydust asked.

"I'm fine, sweetheart." Hailcrash's response was quick, words soft but expression unreadable.

Cherrydust frowned, but didn't press Hailcrash further. She knew there was no point. "Okay. I'll be nearby if you need me."

Hailcrash nodded. She had been lost in her memories again. Watching Cherrydust go, Hailcrash could only hope the other she-cat would never experience the same heartache. Or maybe she already was experiencing it, after losing her sister.

No matter what, Hailcrash would make sure Cherrydust would remain protected. If that meant only sending her on hunting patrols with a large group of warriors, then so be it. No fox, no ShallowClan cat, no illness, nothing would ever hurt Cherrydust while Hailcrash lived.

She would not let down another cat.

Especially not herself.

-🐉(grins evilly. this is dedicated to mouse anon! hailcrash was a character who i had a lot to work with so i made a much longer fic. as always, i'm open to requests/suggestions for characters people want to see fics about. i love to write and i love fallenclan 👍)

OHHH MY GOD DRAGON THIS IS FANTASTIC!!!!!! i didn't think it was possible for me to feel even more emotions about Hailcrash but HERE WE ARE IG. sobbing throwing up eating drywall. i love this sm