FUCKING UP A GOOD PLACE // waking

[RHINESTONE.]

RHINESTONESTAR ❝ RHINE ❞ LEADER
"TALKING" || "TELEPATHY"

When Rhinestone had initially returned from death, it had been only a day since he had passed, the memories of a wolf's fangs crunching into his flesh and bones still disturbingly fresh on his mind. Despite that, he had a sense of purpose running through him in those moments. A raw determination, pushing him forward and driving him to eventually find his way back to camp, reclaiming his place atop the meeting rock and calling out for those around him to gather. He had initially been met with skepticism, but his mind had helpfully prevailed, providing him with the memories and quirks that uniquely formed the image of him. In that moment, he had felt bold and empowered, knowing what he had to do as the group had cast aside Starclan and proclaimed themselves under a new name. It had certainly been a rush, to finally be free of the sense of failure that had haunted Rhinestone ever since he had initially taken up the position as leader. He had always thought that he was broken in some way, all because of the fact that Starclan wouldn't speak to him. Wouldn't spare him even a mere glance. And yet, he was the one that had ended up casting them aside, for the good of The Palm Glades as a whole.

In that same meeting, Rhine had proudly proclaimed that he wanted Foamkit to step up as one of their waverunners, knowing very well that the boy had done a great deal for the group already. Even if Foam was young, he was constantly learning, and constantly trying to be around where he could. It was admirable, even if the serval commonly ended up worried about the kit pushing himself too hard. Of course, that had been one of the first things that had come to mind, when he had been informed after the meeting that Foam wasn't awake. Initially, Rhinestonestar had panicked, demanding to see Foamkit and figure out what was going on. He had thought that little Foamkit, the boy who was a son to him, was either dead or dying. Thankfully, he had been wrong, but it had still been disheartening, seeing the other in such a sorry state. Occasionally, he had stayed around the medical area, interacting casually with Vaas as he kept an eye on Foam from afar, waiting for the other to wake up properly. There was the occasional shift, or roll of the kit's form from one side to another, but true consciousness always seemed so far off.

Naturally, as soon as Rhinestone had heard a call of his name coming from the direction of the medical building, he had come running. He had very nearly slipped down the entire boardwalk in his effort to get there as quickly as possible, his breath coming in soft gasps as he finally reached the building and headed inside. However, his steps had slowed considerably as he slipped in the door, hesitant in a way. He was unsure of how Foamkit would react, considering his change from one body to another. After a moment of standing there, staring at the newly awakened Foamkit, Rhine took a couple of steps forward, voice briefly cracking as he spoke up, "Foamkit...? You're finally awake... you've been asleep for so long, I wasn't sure when you'd finally open your eyes." Briefly, Rhinestone's claws scraped against the hard ground beneath him, releasing the tension that curled around his body like a vice. After another moment of hesitation, he stated in the most comforting tone he could manage, "It's... it's me. Rhinestonestar... I came back the day after... that happened. Although obviously, I changed a bit... I tried to talk to you, but. You were already asleep, by then..." He knew that Foamkit probably wouldn't believe at first, not that the male could really blame him. After all, Medusa hadn't believed him at first either.

tags + roleplayed by stilly + the palm glades