It's Quiet Uptown

Authors note
This is a Songfic based on the song: It's Quiet Uptown. From the Hamilton Musical, written by Lin-Manuel Miranda. He owns the song, and Warriors goes to the Erin Hunter Team I am simply using it to make fanfiction.

Onto the songfic
There are moments that the words don't reach

There is suffering too terrible to name

The clouds were dark, and displeasing. Letting out soft growls and roars of thunder. Striking the air with lightning, and rain soaked the ground, mixing with the blood at the tom's paws. The crimson liquid was not his own, o how he wished it was. How he wished he could trade places with the small form in front of him. The horrendous, gruesome view in front of him clashed with his grief.

It couldn't be real...

You hold your child as tight as you can

And push away the unimaginable

Her small ginger form was limp on the ground. Her normally smoothed fur was messy, caked with mud and blood. His daughter... his poor daughter... He felt his tail wrap around his son, beckoning him close. The small form of the tabby tom shivered against his father. The sky grew darker than it already was.

There are moments when you're in so deep

It feels easier to just swim down

His amber gaze goes up to the she-cat hunched over her daughter's form. He can see her shaking, questions flew through his mind, problems and solutions distorting themselves into a guilty blame. He could have stopped it, surely? Where had her mentor been? Why weren't there any patrols out?

Would it have changed if he agreed to hunt with them that day?

And so they move uptown

And learn to live with the unimaginable

The night was a cold and damp one, but he'd take it. He'd stay like this forever, seeing his daughter one last time. He didn't want to see the sky pale, he didn't want to see the sun peek over the hills, through the clouds. He didn't want dawn to arrive. He could feel the eyes on him, his clanmates, his son, his mate. They had pity, or shared grief.

I spend hours in the garden

I walk alone to the store.

Days passed, his head still felt foggy. Rivers of memories flood through his mind, his daughter was so determined to be a warrior. Did she have to die as an apprentice? Did she have to die with unfulfilled dreams, leaving a world of grey. Leaving a world of storms, and darkness. She took the light with her, she was the light, he wanted it back. He needed it back, he missed it. He missed her jumping through the heather. He missed seeing her jump through the heather, he missed seeing his daughter talking with the other apprentices.

It's Quiet Uptown

I never liked the quiet before

-tbc