Sunsetgleam slowly emerged out of the warrior's den. Is it just them, or were they just..lonely? They shouldn't stress about it, the clan were their friends and if they wanted someone to talk to they could probably go approach someone. They weren't lacking someone to talk to; there's plenty of cats everywhere. they were lacking anyone they're actually close to. Anyone they hold close to them. They never realized until now. Guess it's because things had been a bit quiet in their life. Maybe they should go out and take a walk instead of re-thinking most of their life. (good idea Sunsetgleam! Your roleplayer should also do that!) The young cat padded through the clearing, small rocks quietly shuffling beneath their paws. They gave a small glance to some of the cats they walk pass sometimes, just...weren't actually paying much attention to any of them. Maybe they could try to catch something while in the territory. They'd like to just tell themselves to try and dedicate at least a few minutes to bring back something. After all, it can't possibly take that long. But this time...well, they'll see. They..can't say no if given the chance to suddenly catch something off guard but those chances simply being given to them that easily is...unlikely
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Starrykit felt sleepy and hungry at the same time. The problem was, she couldn't sleep with a hole in her stomach. Neither could she eat, because on the freshkill pile there was only land prey with blood gurging out their necks fromctheir catch. She couldn't stand the sight, let alone eat.
No, the more she thought about it, the more she would feel worse.
The little white gray-spotted kit was resting near her sister Elderkit (@Estelle), who had just eaten a whole... lizard. Starrykit felt a quiver for a moment, thinking about the little creature being crushed in flesh and bones.
She decided to stand up and walk out of the temporary den that was the nursery, curious about how hot it was out here in the sunlight. Her pelt glowed under the warm rays, but soon she felt thirsty and weak. She laid down, almost collapsing on the ground, under the shade of some plants whose names she didn't know - and care.
The poor kit knew she ought to drink, but something about her previous thoughts prevented her to do so.
Instead, she closed her eyes and focused on her on slowing her breath.
@carmen
‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Brokenstream | 22 MOONS | HE/HIM ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ sleek golden bengal tom with light green eyes, jet black ears & back legs
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Jumping with a start, Brokenstream’s head whipped around towards the sound of his name, the tom clearly alarmed. To his surprise, one of the queens was calling him over to have a chat. She said it in such an authoritative manner that the warrior wondered if he had done something to upset the she-cat. ”But what could I have done? I’ve never spoken to her before.” He mumbled quietly to himself before scurrying obediently over towards her. His eyes narrowed briefly as he studied her, trying to remember her name. Finally, it clicked. ”Swanberry, right? Are you okay? Should I get Mistyshard or Berrypaw?” He asked quickly, concern lighting his gaze as he frowned. However, he stopped speaking as she mentioned she was…lost?
”Lost?” He echoed, confusion clear on his face. After a moment or two of processing what Swanberry said, his gaze softened. The bengal tom moved to settle down beside the queen. ”It’s understandable to feel stress under the circumstances we’re in,” He began cautiously. The last thing he wanted to was to upset her even more. ”How about I grab you something off the fresh-kill pile and we can talk a bit more? What’s your favorite?”
He was up again, already taking a few steps towards the store of food. ”We need to make sure you stay healthy. A nice full belly should help you start to feel more like yourself and give some clearer thoughts.” At least Brokenstream hoped. He always thought it was better to have a conversation over food. Made it feel more natural. ”And I’m here to listen, so fire away and hopefully a young warrior’s advice like mine won’t make you roll your eyes.” He joked with a purr, green eyes glowing playfully.
Caveclaw was sitting in the camp.
Honestly, her form of resting after an outing was sitting, though she never quite fully relaxed unless she needed to sleep.
Their ear twitched as she silently watched the others in camp.
She found herself wanting to do something, but she wasn’t quite sure what.
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1 moon ~ RiverClan ~ he/him "i believe the fairytales i read by candlelight"
The little tom had barely ventured out of the nursery before he had been suddenly commandeered into a game by another one of the nursery kits. Ashenkit's bright introduction made him giggle and he attempted to match her proclamation with the same amount of energy. "Adventure" was a fun word and one he very much liked the sound of, so he squeaked and bounded around in a delighted circle, "Adventure! Adventure!" He started off running ahead of her, turning back to check if she was still coming while his bicolour eyes glowed with excitement.
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Go With the Flow | Silver Tongue [Perm] | Mind Reader
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Pain.
Lots and lots of pain.
Each footstep, each breath, each waking moment was pure agony.
Many times during the walk to the newfound camp, Fishfreckle had to pause. Whether it was due to the lack of strength held within his short limbs, or he had to stop and catch his breath. He hurt. Honestly, he wasn’t sure how he should feel about Dusklion finding him. Had the deputy shown up just a little later, it was possible that he would’ve met his end in that half puddle and wouldn’t have had to deal with the pain. Perhaps he deserved this though. Perhaps this was some sort of divine retribution for all the times that he harmed others (verbally and emotionally). Thinking like that though simply pissed him off instead of bringing him some sort of existential solace.
He hated it.
When he limped into the camp that he presumed would be his new home, he paused just at the entrance. Wincing, he craned his neck to take in the surroundings in an attempt to gain his bearings. He wanted to sleep. He should eat, he knew that, but he had no energy to attempt to find food. He knew should he fall asleep in his current condition that he might not wake back up, but he didn’t care. The call to the ever-familiar darkness was a comforting lullaby inviting him with promises of freedom and relief – a grandeur proposition that he was ever tempted by.
As he considered sleeping where he stood, a familiar scent forewarned him of an approaching nuisance cat. At a snail’s pace, he fixed his gaze onto a tortoiseshell she-cat. Honestly, Fishfreckle hadn’t thought he would see her again. A sense of relief washed over him and he couldn’t stop the twitch of his lips when she pointed out his sorry appearance. He blinked. A slow blink, one with a meaning he’d never admit out loud before stumbling forward and resting his forehead against Larkwing’s. It was a little awkward with the slight size difference, but in this moment, right here, right now, he did not care.
”I’ve seen better days,” The emaciated tabby admitted casually, voice soft and hoarse from underuse. ”I feel like hell too.” He added, closing his eyes as he inhaled the sweet scent of the former leader. ”I told you that I’d catch up,” He said in a laugh that came out more like a wheeze. A moment of silence filled the air as he took a moment to rest his eyes ”I kept my promise, Larkwing.” He declared.
”I’m home.”
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Larkwing
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24 moons || she/her || RiverClan Warrior || Kitty Softpaws, Mind Reader, Beefed Up T2 scarred, scrawny dilute tortoiseshell; green eyes
As Fishfreckle leans forward, his forehead resting on hers, Larkwing stills, and for just a moment, the contact scares her. It's an affectionate, intimate gesture, and Lark has no idea what to do with that. Fish had never struck her as the type to initiate, let alone enjoy, physical contact for comfort, and maybe if he hadn't been half emaciated and delirious with the sickness Lark can smell on his pelt he wouldn't have done such a gesture. It's selfish, and she doesn't know exactly what it means, but the tortoiseshell finds herself wanting more of this.
Maybe she shouldn't.
"Took you long enough," she whispers, eyes watching him, worried. She wanted to know what happened, how it had gotten so bad, but she wasn't sure he'd tell her. "Welcome home."
Regrettably, Larkwing quickly returns to her senses, concern over the warrior overshadowing her relief that he'd returned home, and she broke their contact, stepping back to look him over. It was obvious he's hardly eaten, and obvious, too, that he looked as though sleep had been a mere afterthought. But, what concerned her more than that, was how sick he looked and smelled, the odd, sour tang of illness tinged with what she thought might be a hint of old crowfood worried her.
"You need to see the medicine cats," she said, and if the statement came out more like an order, well, maybe he'd actually listen - though she doubted that. "Can you make it there yourself, or do I need to drag you?" She would grab him by his scruff and drag him like a misbehaving kit if he'd refused, she wasn't afraid to do so.
Compartmentalizing, she took stock of the situation. Fishfreckle needed to get medical attention, but he needed to eat, too. The fresh-kill pile had some things, but nothing was super fresh. Perhaps she could go and grab a fresh mouse or two for him while he was being looked over... nothing too big, she knew from personal that eating too much after not eating for a while could make your stomach even more upset, so she'd have to take that into consideration.
Re: RiverClan Camp
