FALL INTO THE HANDS OF SORROW -- Open

[RHINESTONE.]

LEADER ❝ RHINE ❞ PALMCLAN

Rage was an emotion not often felt by Rhinestone, although not for lack of want. He often felt anger bubbling under the surface of his skin, especially after events like the hurricane, or the recent vicious blizzard that had hit them. However, he often kept these emotions strictly to himself. What kind of leader would he be, if he let his emotions get the best of him, and ultimately control him? So, even in the face of everything that was going on, Rhine was attempting to remain calm. If he broke apart, and he let everything out, there was no guarantee he could put it all back together again. Just the thought of that terrified him, especially after all the work that he had already put into making sure that they were strong, and ready for something like this. The storm had been unexpectedly vicious, yes, but the tom was hardly the type to give up. So, even as prey began to flee underground and the waters began to freeze over, he refused to back down. Refused to give in.

That being said... hearing Medusa's screamed out words was a release. Even if Rhinestone didn't want her to be in such anguish, he did agree with her. Starclan had done nothing to help them, and he still hadn't heard from them, even after this latest hardship. It was enough to drive a man mad, and the ruddy tom silently wished he could've been screaming right alongside the hybrid. Despite this, he instead opted to keep himself quiet, making his way towards Medusa with quite a bit of effort. Unlike some within the group, he couldn't just fly over, which meant a rather long trek through plenty of snow – difficult for a tom so used to warmth and safety. He made it all the same, however, staring up at Medusa for a moment before he eventually spoke, "Medusa... please. Take a deep breath. I don't want you hurting yourself from screaming, or slipping down from up there. We can't afford any injuries right now..." He didn't say anything regarding her words for the moment, but his eyes said enough. His gaze was full of sympathy and hurt, pale eyes briefly drifting up towards the traitorous stars above.

NEVER OPENED MYSELF THIS WAY
LIFE IS OURS, WE LIVE IT OUR WAY

— Reggan