[Hollyleaf has taken to not watching the majority of things, unless she recognizes the person, because seeing these harsh memories again... It would require something, some comfort. She's shocked, then, to see Waver again, shocked and worried.
In the back of her mind, she remembers that Waver said was to talk about Rider, his friend. In the back of her mind, she knows the outcome of this battle that she can't possibly understand.
Yet at the same time, she prays to StarClan that he wins; this already happened. Isn't that silly? She still hopes, and when the chains bind Rider she actually cries out.
She has not cried since being here, though she's seen others do it. It's foreign to her. Cats don't cry. But her eyes feel hot and her chest constricts, and if she hadn't known this could happen she'd think she was sick, as tears start to pool in them and slide down her face.
Immediately, she stands, and immediately she charges to Waver's room. She doesn't knock this time, she doesn't announce herself, she just opens the door and just...does the only thing she knows to.
She's a cat. Still, even in this body, she's a cat. It seems in moments like this, instincts are very prevalent. So Hollyleaf, swift and full of purpose, shoots forward and leans her body against his, nuzzling while trying to keep herself from crying, this foreign action that's taken over her completely.
She is a cat. And in times of distress, if another is hurting, the first instinct is physical comfort. So that's what she chooses to do.]
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[Hollyleaf has taken to not watching the majority of things, unless she recognizes the person, because seeing these harsh memories again... It would require something, some comfort. She's shocked, then, to see Waver again, shocked and worried.
In the back of her mind, she remembers that Waver said was to talk about Rider, his friend. In the back of her mind, she knows the outcome of this battle that she can't possibly understand.
Yet at the same time, she prays to StarClan that he wins; this already happened. Isn't that silly? She still hopes, and when the chains bind Rider she actually cries out.
She has not cried since being here, though she's seen others do it. It's foreign to her. Cats don't cry. But her eyes feel hot and her chest constricts, and if she hadn't known this could happen she'd think she was sick, as tears start to pool in them and slide down her face.
Immediately, she stands, and immediately she charges to Waver's room. She doesn't knock this time, she doesn't announce herself, she just opens the door and just...does the only thing she knows to.
She's a cat. Still, even in this body, she's a cat. It seems in moments like this, instincts are very prevalent. So Hollyleaf, swift and full of purpose, shoots forward and leans her body against his, nuzzling while trying to keep herself from crying, this foreign action that's taken over her completely.
She is a cat. And in times of distress, if another is hurting, the first instinct is physical comfort. So that's what she chooses to do.]