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It was always one problem after another… A never ending loop, it seems… First, it was the many deaths in her clanmates… Second, the awfully embarrassing seagull incident with BirdPaw… And third, the disappearance of the apprentice she thought of so dearly… and now, this… Whatever this was…
PebbleSplash was aware of the extreme pain she’d wake up to see, for she could feel the cold, slippery rods beneath her… For the first time in what felt like moons, though, a familiar smell hit her nose… Maybe she had gone crazy? Taking another sniff, she took the chance and opened her eyes…
The molly saw scenery so… familiar… Taking a moment to think, her eyes lit up as she began to move around a bit. She rose to her legs and used what little space she had to let out a big stretch. Yes, YES! This was great news! She recognized this place very well! PebbleSplash had… magically…? FOUND HERSELF AT HOME!
Not in the way you would think though, for she was still locked in a tiny, chilly box. She had been in this box for days at least with little water and food… More smells began to hit her nose which felt like a tease… She could smell the freshest mouse in the bushes next to her which caused her tummy to growl. The moment the hunger hit her was the moment she decided to make a plan.
There wasn’t much near by, Just a couple sticks, rocks and her own paws. She would need the help of another cat to escape and truly return home. All PebbleSplash could do now, was hope.
It would be a while till any cats came around, she guessed. She saw the position of the late leaf bare sun and guessed it would be an hour or two. The patrols usually got sent out at sun high which was when the sun was directly above her and it hadn’t yet reached that point. She hoped her knowledge was false, though…
To pass the time, she decided to think about how she got into this predicament… Let’s recap… I was hunting along the border and saw some two legs… They began to chase me and cornered me against a rock… I tried to run but… How could I be so stupid?! How many days has it been?!?
Feeling rather upset with herself, PebbleSplash decided to call out for help a bit, trying not to strain her voice… “Hello?! Can anyone hear me?! I need help?!” hopefully, she was loud enough…
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✧ PIKESTAR ✧
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It was late into the morning, and the scarred oriental tomcat found himself taking an idle stroll through the familiar hunting grounds. He was trying to do his usual daily rounds of the territory that RiverClan called home, but he found himself often getting distracted. Whether it was a mere bird flying overhead, or a noticeable chillier breeze flowing through the trees, Pikestar was having a difficult time staying focused. If he knew what it was, he would probably blame his ADHD, but due to him being a cat whose lived more than half his life in the wild, he would never be aware of such things. A few more minutes would pass him by before anything of interest would happen. The sound of a clanmate calling out for help would cause the Lord of the Waters to flinch, looking around wildly for a second or two. Once he fully became aware of what was going on, however, he jumped to action, darting forward to where the voice had came from. Thank the great moon above for giving him long legs to get to places fast! Maybe he should've been a WindClan cat.
Thankfully, he'd make it the scene in no time, and be met with Pebblesplash, who appeared locked in those of those fancy twoleg trap boxes. Pikestar could vaguely remember his mother warning them about such things when he was a young kitten, but he had never directly encountered one until now. "Pebblesplash!" The leader remarked, "What happened? How long have you been here?"
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It was late into the morning, and the scarred oriental tomcat found himself taking an idle stroll through the familiar hunting grounds. He was trying to do his usual daily rounds of the territory that RiverClan called home, but he found himself often getting distracted. Whether it was a mere bird flying overhead, or a noticeable chillier breeze flowing through the trees, Pikestar was having a difficult time staying focused. If he knew what it was, he would probably blame his ADHD, but due to him being a cat whose lived more than half his life in the wild, he would never be aware of such things. A few more minutes would pass him by before anything of interest would happen. The sound of a clanmate calling out for help would cause the Lord of the Waters to flinch, looking around wildly for a second or two. Once he fully became aware of what was going on, however, he jumped to action, darting forward to where the voice had came from. Thank the great moon above for giving him long legs to get to places fast! Maybe he should've been a WindClan cat.
Thankfully, he'd make it the scene in no time, and be met with Pebblesplash, who appeared locked in those of those fancy twoleg trap boxes. Pikestar could vaguely remember his mother warning them about such things when he was a young kitten, but he had never directly encountered one until now. "Pebblesplash!" The leader remarked, "What happened? How long have you been here?"
RiverClan ~Pretty white molly with pale gray and orange tortie markings and blue eyes~
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With her eyes wide, The molly took a deep breath than began to speak... "I... I went out to look for BirdPaw... Because she had gone missing and I knew she was strong enough to live," She began, "While looking I..."PebbleSplash looked to her paws, shaking...
"It all happened so fast, I went from searching to being cornered by a gross smelling twoleg- They grabbed me and threw me into a box..."PebbleSplash seemed rather traumatized with the situation... "Its a shock I'm still alive!"
The tortie-tabby began to look around, nervous to continue the story... "I was brought into an outside nest that reeked of rotting fresh kill and another dead cat I couldn't recognize... I knew that I was as good as dead too if I didn't get out... I screamed and screamed and... screamed..." PebbleSplash's eyes began to water...
"And then... I was thrown out here..." She paused than sighed... Immediately, panic set in. "I don't know how long I've been in here but you need to get me out, What if they come back? I don't want to die- PikeStar, Help me!" ——————
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PIKESTAR // @~Fawn.Heart~ ( this post is a tad messy, i apologize )
✧ As Pebblesplash recalled her tale of woe and reasoning to why she came out here, the tall dark-furred tomcat did a walk around of the box that she was trapped in, sniffing at the material and prodding certain parts of it with one paw. She had gone out to look for Birdpaw, his own daughter, something he should’ve been doing himself. Did that make this his fault? Pikestar’s ears flattened as that possibility overcame them for a few seconds, then promptly shook away any self-doubt in order to focus on the present. It didn’t matter the circumstances, no, the only thing that mattered now was that Pebblesplash and that he, Pikestar of RiverClan, was going to free her from this cruel prison. Still, he would never interupt her as the molly told the oriental longhair about the rancid twolegs that grabbed her and threw her into this awful torture box.
“Don’t worry, Pebblesplash, I’ll get you out of here.” He reassured blue-eyed tortie, “I promise you won’t be kept in here for much longer.” She was panicking and rightfully so, but she needed to trust him. Her situation with these terrible upwalkers reminded him of Beansprout, but this seemed far more drastic. Maybe it wasn’t, he didn’t know. But these twolegs that his clanmates were coming across where far from good. He remembered encountering some rude twolegs when he lived in the twolegplace with his parents, but they were never this bad. Or maybe their mother actually did a half-decent job in shielding him from such people. No matter, it would never make up for what she put her son through.
Licking his lips nervously, he hooked his claws into one side of the box and tugged, seeing how weak the material actually was. Unfortunately, it seemed to be tougher than the RiverClan leader would have assumed. Nonetheless, he did not give up, not for a single second. They would try again, digging their back paws into the dirt underneath him. Slowly, but surely, the sides of the box would creak and split, but Pikestar did not know for how long it would stay that way. “Now, Pebblesplash! Squeeze through! I don’t know how long I can hold it!” The Lord of the River commanded, hissing as the box dug painfully into his paw. No matter the stinging sensation, he kept it pried open so that the she-cat could escape.
PIKESTAR // @~Fawn.Heart~ ( this post is a tad messy, i apologize )
✧ As Pebblesplash recalled her tale of woe and reasoning to why she came out here, the tall dark-furred tomcat did a walk around of the box that she was trapped in, sniffing at the material and prodding certain parts of it with one paw. She had gone out to look for Birdpaw, his own daughter, something he should’ve been doing himself. Did that make this his fault? Pikestar’s ears flattened as that possibility overcame them for a few seconds, then promptly shook away any self-doubt in order to focus on the present. It didn’t matter the circumstances, no, the only thing that mattered now was that Pebblesplash and that he, Pikestar of RiverClan, was going to free her from this cruel prison. Still, he would never interupt her as the molly told the oriental longhair about the rancid twolegs that grabbed her and threw her into this awful torture box.
“Don’t worry, Pebblesplash, I’ll get you out of here.” He reassured blue-eyed tortie, “I promise you won’t be kept in here for much longer.” She was panicking and rightfully so, but she needed to trust him. Her situation with these terrible upwalkers reminded him of Beansprout, but this seemed far more drastic. Maybe it wasn’t, he didn’t know. But these twolegs that his clanmates were coming across where far from good. He remembered encountering some rude twolegs when he lived in the twolegplace with his parents, but they were never this bad. Or maybe their mother actually did a half-decent job in shielding him from such people. No matter, it would never make up for what she put her son through.
Licking his lips nervously, he hooked his claws into one side of the box and tugged, seeing how weak the material actually was. Unfortunately, it seemed to be tougher than the RiverClan leader would have assumed. Nonetheless, he did not give up, not for a single second. They would try again, digging their back paws into the dirt underneath him. Slowly, but surely, the sides of the box would creak and split, but Pikestar did not know for how long it would stay that way. “Now, Pebblesplash! Squeeze through! I don’t know how long I can hold it!” The Lord of the River commanded, hissing as the box dug painfully into his paw. No matter the stinging sensation, he kept it pried open so that the she-cat could escape.
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PebbleSplash
RiverClan ~Pretty white molly with pale gray and orange tortie markings and blue eyes~
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—————— PebbleSplash let out a hesitant sigh... This was it, he was going to save her. Dipping her head, she inhaled, "Let's do this...!" The reassurance of PikeStar put the molly slightly at ease. Her fur was still stuck up with fear but she couldn't let that be her reason to act coy. PebbleSplash was rather cooperative and helpful, moving around so her leader could get a better glance at the cage and possible exits. She was beginning to think it was hopeless as the box was rather strong... Closing her tear-filled eyes, she gave a prayer...
Taking a deep breath, she quivered... Stars of the sky, let me back into the forest. I have so... so much to live for and so much more I'd love to do. A smoky, gross scent began to approach as the molly continued to pray... Please, don't let me lose my clan, don't let my clan lose me...! As the gross smell got closer, a fire grew in PebbleSplash's eyes. "PikeStar! They're Coming!"
Creak... The metal bars pulled as the cage shook, her eyes caught the small opening. PebbleSplash knew this was her only way out. Flattening her fur, she squeezed herself out. Metal clawed into her body as she let out a screech of pain. Once she was free, she whipped her head around to PikeStar. "OKAY RUN!" She saw the cage did a toll on him and promised that she wouldn't leave without him. The two were escaping together. No cat gets left behind...
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✧ As he pulled the strong metal bars of the cage apart with all the strength that he could muster, his ears flickered to the panicked noises of Pebblesplash, alerting him that the twolegs that had mistreated her were coming back. Sure enough, the mighty RiverClan leader could smell the awful stretch that could belong to nothing other than twolegs becoming stronger, thicker, closer. Thankfully, despite the pain coursing through their paws, a sizeable opening was created, allowing for the RiverClan she-cat to squeeze through successfully. However, the cage wouldn’t release it’s victim without a price, causing the tall longhaired tomcat to hear Pebblesplash’s screeches of pain as the cage crawled at her skin. Their tufted ears flattened at the terrible noise of pain, but still managed to keep the metal parted enough to completely free his clanmate. Once she was out the cruel box, Pikestar quickly would release the metal bars, a stinging sensation still very apparent in his front paws. He didn’t take even a single moment to check the damage before he was sprinting away from the scene with Pebblesplash close beside him. Something then flew through the air and past the two clanmates, nearly missing the back of their heads by an inch before swiftly exploding into an ugly mess against the trunk of a tree. It was soon followed by loud, angry grunts and hollers of the disgusting twolegs.
“Keep running, Pebblesplash!” Pikestar panted, looking at the white-furred molly as they ran together, “Keep going, and do not look back!” It was not the first time the Lord of the River had ran from nasty twolegs, and this certainly wouldn't be the last. Thankfully, twolegs didn't often give chase for too long considering how fast cats tended to be. It was uncertain how long both of them ran for, but once the familiarity of RiverClan's dense homeland stood out to him, the longhaired tomcat would quickly draw to a stop, ducking under a bush just to be safe. Laying on the forest floor, Pikestar's chest rose and fell at a rapid pace, his body fighting to replenish the energy they had certainly drained from all of that effort. "Are you... alright...?" The large leader breathed out the words in-between exhausted gasps, closing his eye for a moment. Great moon above, it had been quite some time since he had ran so much. Pikestar hated to admit it, but he really needed to start exercising more, especially his leg muscles. Dark scarlet drops of blood oozed from his pawpads, splattering the dirt, but the RiverClan Lord was far too tired to notice. At least they were home now, not back at camp, but within the hunting grounds. Completely safe.
✧ As he pulled the strong metal bars of the cage apart with all the strength that he could muster, his ears flickered to the panicked noises of Pebblesplash, alerting him that the twolegs that had mistreated her were coming back. Sure enough, the mighty RiverClan leader could smell the awful stretch that could belong to nothing other than twolegs becoming stronger, thicker, closer. Thankfully, despite the pain coursing through their paws, a sizeable opening was created, allowing for the RiverClan she-cat to squeeze through successfully. However, the cage wouldn’t release it’s victim without a price, causing the tall longhaired tomcat to hear Pebblesplash’s screeches of pain as the cage crawled at her skin. Their tufted ears flattened at the terrible noise of pain, but still managed to keep the metal parted enough to completely free his clanmate. Once she was out the cruel box, Pikestar quickly would release the metal bars, a stinging sensation still very apparent in his front paws. He didn’t take even a single moment to check the damage before he was sprinting away from the scene with Pebblesplash close beside him. Something then flew through the air and past the two clanmates, nearly missing the back of their heads by an inch before swiftly exploding into an ugly mess against the trunk of a tree. It was soon followed by loud, angry grunts and hollers of the disgusting twolegs.
“Keep running, Pebblesplash!” Pikestar panted, looking at the white-furred molly as they ran together, “Keep going, and do not look back!” It was not the first time the Lord of the River had ran from nasty twolegs, and this certainly wouldn't be the last. Thankfully, twolegs didn't often give chase for too long considering how fast cats tended to be. It was uncertain how long both of them ran for, but once the familiarity of RiverClan's dense homeland stood out to him, the longhaired tomcat would quickly draw to a stop, ducking under a bush just to be safe. Laying on the forest floor, Pikestar's chest rose and fell at a rapid pace, his body fighting to replenish the energy they had certainly drained from all of that effort. "Are you... alright...?" The large leader breathed out the words in-between exhausted gasps, closing his eye for a moment. Great moon above, it had been quite some time since he had ran so much. Pikestar hated to admit it, but he really needed to start exercising more, especially his leg muscles. Dark scarlet drops of blood oozed from his pawpads, splattering the dirt, but the RiverClan Lord was far too tired to notice. At least they were home now, not back at camp, but within the hunting grounds. Completely safe.
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PebbleSplash
RiverClan ~Pretty white molly with pale gray and orange tortie markings and blue eyes~
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A loud huff escaped PebbleSplash as she flopped down from exhaustion... The torbie molly panted as she looked around, still a little shaken. The wound from the metal wasn't helping her regain composure as it oozed the bright red blood... Her speed wasn't really her strength anyways, so it was quite a shock that big, starving PebbleSplash ran for as long and as fast as she did. Her head slowly turned to PikeStar as her ears flattened... She wanted to be honest with her leader because deep down, no, she wasn't okay. The fact that this happened wasn't okay, but, she couldn't help but worry more about the cat that saved her than herself...
PebbleSplash dipped her head with a grateful look in her eyes as a surprising purr escaped her jaws... Her bright blue eyes met his... "It... Looks... Like Us... Oldies... Still... Have it... In Us..." She mews softly in between huffs... She only said this to lighten the mood. What just happened was scarier than any battle and needed some comical relief... Once she had regained her breath control, she looked at her huge, bleeding wound... "With a visit to StonePaw, I think I'll be just fine..." A bright look in PebbleSplash's eyes said that this wasn't her first rodeo and that she'd work through it just fine...
Turning her focus onto something else, she gives her leader a friendly nuzzle as thank you for saving her from that nightmare... "To be honest, PikeStar, I'm much more worried about your paws..."PebbleSplash looks around from where she was laying... She must be trying to scout out cobwebs. "Are you going to be okay...? If you can't walk for a couple days, It may cause some issues... Not that I doubt GingerFrost's ability to take on the physical needs of a leader, It's just... You're really good at all those leader duties..." She tried to stand up, only to wobble around a bit and sit down... She wasn't going to draw any attention to her lack of energy but she clearly needed some food or water before they proceeded... ——————
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RiverClan ~Pretty white molly with pale gray and orange tortie markings and blue eyes~
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A loud huff escaped PebbleSplash as she flopped down from exhaustion... The torbie molly panted as she looked around, still a little shaken. The wound from the metal wasn't helping her regain composure as it oozed the bright red blood... Her speed wasn't really her strength anyways, so it was quite a shock that big, starving PebbleSplash ran for as long and as fast as she did. Her head slowly turned to PikeStar as her ears flattened... She wanted to be honest with her leader because deep down, no, she wasn't okay. The fact that this happened wasn't okay, but, she couldn't help but worry more about the cat that saved her than herself...
PebbleSplash dipped her head with a grateful look in her eyes as a surprising purr escaped her jaws... Her bright blue eyes met his... "It... Looks... Like Us... Oldies... Still... Have it... In Us..." She mews softly in between huffs... She only said this to lighten the mood. What just happened was scarier than any battle and needed some comical relief... Once she had regained her breath control, she looked at her huge, bleeding wound... "With a visit to StonePaw, I think I'll be just fine..." A bright look in PebbleSplash's eyes said that this wasn't her first rodeo and that she'd work through it just fine...
Turning her focus onto something else, she gives her leader a friendly nuzzle as thank you for saving her from that nightmare... "To be honest, PikeStar, I'm much more worried about your paws..."PebbleSplash looks around from where she was laying... She must be trying to scout out cobwebs. "Are you going to be okay...? If you can't walk for a couple days, It may cause some issues... Not that I doubt GingerFrost's ability to take on the physical needs of a leader, It's just... You're really good at all those leader duties..." She tried to stand up, only to wobble around a bit and sit down... She wasn't going to draw any attention to her lack of energy but she clearly needed some food or water before they proceeded... ——————
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✧ Upon hearing the pretty tortie’s words, the lanky RiverClan tomcat couldn’t help but give an exhausted huff of amusement. “We are not that old yet, minnowbrain.” He commented lightheartedly, shaking his head as another small laugh left him, “Goodness, you’d think we were both in our triple-digit moons with talk like that.” As much as Pikestar often poked himself about not being a young tomcat anymore, he knew well enough that he was not too old either. He was forty-six, no, forty-seven with the recent new moon cycle. His mentor, Blizzardwind, may his soul rest in peace, had been old. The longhaired oriental, however, had not reached the title of senior yet. There were some days were he certainly felt that way though. Pikestar took the next few moments to catch a breather, as did Pebblesplash. Neither of them spoke during that time, but it wasn’t drawn out long enough to become very awkward. Although, he was much too tired to even consider the possibility of awkwardness. His left eye flickered open once she spoke, talking about her fresh wound. Pikestar nodded his head in agreement. "Yes, see Stonepaw as soon as you can about that." He murmured, a tired yawn escaping him.
Seconds later, the tri-colored she-cat would come closer to him, nuzzling the longhaired tomcat as a thank-you. He knew it was all for the sake of gratitude and whatnot, but Pikestar couldn’t help his muzzle from growing warm. It had been quite awhile since they had been thanked for anything, especially with physical affection. The moment was short-lived though, and of course, the two clanmates would focus back on serious topics, as she would soon bring up concern for his own wounds. “Oh, I’ll be fine.” Pikestar said, forcing a smile to try and convince the molly that they’d turn out fine, “I’ve been through far worse than this, as if this isn’t a reminder.” He gestured to the deep slash over his closed right eye. His front paws stung like hell, but the tall RiverClan leader wasn't going to cry like a kit over it. All he needed was probably something to avoid any infection, but they honestly wondered if it was even worth a trip to Stonepaw. Herbs were important, and they could be used for more important wounds. Not for something as minor as this, They'd survive... probably.
“Gingerfrost already had to deal with the fact that I got greencough for nearly a whole moon, I’d hate to stick him with my responsibilities again so soon.” He remarked, before suddenly sneezing, “Ah, that’s just wonderful.” Pikestar gave an irritated sniffle and then shook his head. With the new season of newleaf here and very prominent, there was a lot of pollen in the air and lucky for this poor tomcat, they had pesky seasonal allergies. Watching Pebblesplash get to her paws, only to stagger a bit and then sit back down, the longhaired oriental forced himself to his bloodied paws. “The river should be around here somewhere. Let’s get you something to eat.” The Lord of the River meowed, gesturing for the blue-eyed tortie to lean against their left shoulder so that they could both go together. Once that would be done, Pikestar would move forward, wincing slightly as he walked on his injured paws. It didn't take long for him to find the main river that ran through their hunting grounds though, thank the moon for that. He would quickly rest their butts down on the smoothed pebbles that made up the quiet riverbank, uttering another low sigh. "Here we are. Drink some water." Pikestar gently murmured to her.
✧ Upon hearing the pretty tortie’s words, the lanky RiverClan tomcat couldn’t help but give an exhausted huff of amusement. “We are not that old yet, minnowbrain.” He commented lightheartedly, shaking his head as another small laugh left him, “Goodness, you’d think we were both in our triple-digit moons with talk like that.” As much as Pikestar often poked himself about not being a young tomcat anymore, he knew well enough that he was not too old either. He was forty-six, no, forty-seven with the recent new moon cycle. His mentor, Blizzardwind, may his soul rest in peace, had been old. The longhaired oriental, however, had not reached the title of senior yet. There were some days were he certainly felt that way though. Pikestar took the next few moments to catch a breather, as did Pebblesplash. Neither of them spoke during that time, but it wasn’t drawn out long enough to become very awkward. Although, he was much too tired to even consider the possibility of awkwardness. His left eye flickered open once she spoke, talking about her fresh wound. Pikestar nodded his head in agreement. "Yes, see Stonepaw as soon as you can about that." He murmured, a tired yawn escaping him.
Seconds later, the tri-colored she-cat would come closer to him, nuzzling the longhaired tomcat as a thank-you. He knew it was all for the sake of gratitude and whatnot, but Pikestar couldn’t help his muzzle from growing warm. It had been quite awhile since they had been thanked for anything, especially with physical affection. The moment was short-lived though, and of course, the two clanmates would focus back on serious topics, as she would soon bring up concern for his own wounds. “Oh, I’ll be fine.” Pikestar said, forcing a smile to try and convince the molly that they’d turn out fine, “I’ve been through far worse than this, as if this isn’t a reminder.” He gestured to the deep slash over his closed right eye. His front paws stung like hell, but the tall RiverClan leader wasn't going to cry like a kit over it. All he needed was probably something to avoid any infection, but they honestly wondered if it was even worth a trip to Stonepaw. Herbs were important, and they could be used for more important wounds. Not for something as minor as this, They'd survive... probably.
“Gingerfrost already had to deal with the fact that I got greencough for nearly a whole moon, I’d hate to stick him with my responsibilities again so soon.” He remarked, before suddenly sneezing, “Ah, that’s just wonderful.” Pikestar gave an irritated sniffle and then shook his head. With the new season of newleaf here and very prominent, there was a lot of pollen in the air and lucky for this poor tomcat, they had pesky seasonal allergies. Watching Pebblesplash get to her paws, only to stagger a bit and then sit back down, the longhaired oriental forced himself to his bloodied paws. “The river should be around here somewhere. Let’s get you something to eat.” The Lord of the River meowed, gesturing for the blue-eyed tortie to lean against their left shoulder so that they could both go together. Once that would be done, Pikestar would move forward, wincing slightly as he walked on his injured paws. It didn't take long for him to find the main river that ran through their hunting grounds though, thank the moon for that. He would quickly rest their butts down on the smoothed pebbles that made up the quiet riverbank, uttering another low sigh. "Here we are. Drink some water." Pikestar gently murmured to her.
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PebbleSplash
RiverClan ~Pretty white molly with pale gray and orange tortie markings and blue eyes~
—————— PebbleSplash couldn't help but chuckle at his graceful sneeze. I guess even the great PikeStar couldn't escape some seasonal allergies...! Blood still poured from her wounds but only slightly. It was a good sign that the blood was clotting... After gesturing her to his side, the two would wobble to the smooth river bank. She noticed his struggles but didn't mention anything... Having the same idea as PikeStar, she too would plop herself down with a loud huff...
Her eyes lit up at the sight of the rushing river and with a purr, she lowers her head and gulps it up. PebbleSplash thought she would never get to taste the freshness of the river again so being here, caused her to tear up a bit. "This is the best water I've ever had," She mewed in between sips. It looked like she was going to drink the river dry... After a couple more licks, she sat up, looking rather refreshed...
Turning her gaze to PikeStar, she purrs. "You should probably drink some too. Those extra lives don't cancel out thirst, do they?" as she gestures him over, she lets out a small gasp and sways her tail to tell him to ignore her invitation... She froze and crouched down. She must've seen something... With a scoop of her paws, she drags out a small fish with a purr. Putting it in her jaws, she backs up over to PikeStar... "StarClan really is something... Would it be against the code to eat this?" ——————
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RiverClan ~Pretty white molly with pale gray and orange tortie markings and blue eyes~
—————— PebbleSplash couldn't help but chuckle at his graceful sneeze. I guess even the great PikeStar couldn't escape some seasonal allergies...! Blood still poured from her wounds but only slightly. It was a good sign that the blood was clotting... After gesturing her to his side, the two would wobble to the smooth river bank. She noticed his struggles but didn't mention anything... Having the same idea as PikeStar, she too would plop herself down with a loud huff...
Her eyes lit up at the sight of the rushing river and with a purr, she lowers her head and gulps it up. PebbleSplash thought she would never get to taste the freshness of the river again so being here, caused her to tear up a bit. "This is the best water I've ever had," She mewed in between sips. It looked like she was going to drink the river dry... After a couple more licks, she sat up, looking rather refreshed...
Turning her gaze to PikeStar, she purrs. "You should probably drink some too. Those extra lives don't cancel out thirst, do they?" as she gestures him over, she lets out a small gasp and sways her tail to tell him to ignore her invitation... She froze and crouched down. She must've seen something... With a scoop of her paws, she drags out a small fish with a purr. Putting it in her jaws, she backs up over to PikeStar... "StarClan really is something... Would it be against the code to eat this?" ——————
PIKESTAR
✧ As the pretty tortoiseshell molly lapped up the fresh ice-cold river water, the longhaired oriental tomcat lifted his right paw to silently assess the damage against his pawpads. Deep cuts were torn across the flesh, allowing dark drops of fresh scarlet blood to drip from him and onto riverbank in front of them. The Lord of the River exhaled softly through his nose. Honestly, this could've been a lot worse. He silently reassured himself, partial gaze then sliding over to Pebblesplash, who seemed to be really enjoying that water. It was relieving that she appeared to be getting her strength back. Many clan cats, including himself, seemed far too stubborn to take care of themselves. This was a nice change of pace from what he usually dealt with. Soon enough, the tricolored RiverClan she-cat would cease drinking and sit back up, looking hydrated and much healthier than beforehand. "Feeling better?" The dark tomcat asked.
Then, she'd turn to him with a purr sounding from within herself, suggesting that he should take a drink too. Have you earned a drink though? The callous voice in his head whispered in response. Pikestar pondered that for a moment, staring at the flowing river in utter silence. Well, he had saved a clanmate from a cruel prison made by a pair of abusive twolegs. The Lord of the River had been a heroic prince that had rescued the princess from her tower. That seemed like something that was worthy enough for at least a tiny sip of water, right? Yes. He told himself, and bent his head down to drink. Just a little bit as a reward for a job well done. His tongue flicked out of his mouth and dipped past the water's surface. The cold liquid felt heavenly and Pikestar couldn't keep himself from gulping down more and more and more. When was the last time he had taken a big drink of water? The RiverClan leader couldn't recall.
However, he wasn't able to drink for too long before Pebblesplash gasped and made the mighty Lord of the Waters retract their head from the water with a silent flinch of surprise. He watched carefully as the RiverClan warrior crouched low before the water's edge, becoming completely still. He made no noise, nor moved an inch, not wishing to ruin the pretty molly's concentration. Then, in a flash, she'd scoop a small fish out of the river and hold it in her jaws. The question about StarClan and the code made Pikestar want to roll his eye, but he didn't want Pebblesplash to think that it was directed at herself. "As long as we both catch something to take back to the fresh-kill pile, I don't see an issue with allowing you to eat." The dark-furred tomcat remarked with a gentle smile, "You have been through a lot, so you need this right now. If anyone has a problem with that, I'll kick their behind into next week."
(P) ~Locked away Princess~
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