shoulder to shoulder with sleepysunrise, it had become almost a habit to leave camp to patrol, hunt or gather with the youngest enforcer every once in a while. it didnt happen on a schedule, but when rookfire ran out of warriors to take with him as additional storage on the way (even though he didnt care about them hugely, he didnt want them to get annoyed and unwilling from being forced on extra patrol every sunrise) sleepysunrise was the first that came to mind.
it appeared today wouldnt be like every other day though, barely a step out of camp and darkfall, blood drenched and mudstained, came into view. white marked brows drew together and rookfire fell out of pace, slowing considerably, body almost entirely turned towards darkfall by the time the former enforcer stepped into their path, blocking the two from leaving and ultimately causing them to come to a halt. whiskers twitched in a mixture of concern and cursiosity, silver eyes long since scanning the older toms body for any obvious injuries even though he knew all the blood couldnt be his.
a important report, a blood drenched warrior with no signs of injury and needing rookfire and sleepysunrise to hear it specifically made his stomach flip in anticipation. a spark of fear coiling deep within his lungs, pressing against ribs and spreading into his stomach. there werent many reasons why sleepy and him specifically would have to be there, the only thing that really made sense in his mind being some clan endangering thing and them simply being the first enforcers he could find. though, he hadnt been running, there wasnt a look of raw instinctual fear shining in blue eyes and no thick scent unique to predators clung to his form. the thought that this might be driven by their personal involvement with the reason he was so shaken didnt cross rookfires mind. there wasnt a reason for him to suspect anything bad had happened to lostspark specifically and he wouldnt connect the dots until the moment confirmation passed darkfalls lips.
still, the dark enforcer turned the second darkfall made his way past them, following the larger feline briskly, shoulders set tight.
[ was gonna wait until estelle had posted but oh well || @Dark || @Estelle ]
Well, this was certainly unexpected. Instead of screaming and crying or even scolding him, the larger cat seemed... How to say... Strained? There was no reason for any cat to be pleased with this situation, and yet she was trying to be "friendly". No, that wasn't right. Incorrect. Even Foxkit knew that. She was not acting as she was supposed to. Foxkit only dug his claws in deeper, his face scrunching up at the other cat with derision.
Suddenly, something caught Foxkit's eye, causing him to loosen his grip--just a hair. A weird, bald animal with a pointy face. There were tons of black things strewn about besides it. They looked pointy and fluffy at the same time. Foxkit allowed a single forepaw to release the cat's tail completely to bat at one of them. As expected, they were at once soft and bristly.
"What. 'S. Sat. That," Foxkit spoke up, his voice tiny and mumbly, yet it had a certain seriousness to it. He was now looking at the bird, eyes wide with concentration. His vocal capabilities had improved greatly over the past few sunrises, but they were clearly not at their full capacity yet. How very frustrating; made a kit want to give up on the whole "communicating" thing altogether. Still, though, he supposed that talking likely would open up some interesting avenues for him, such as learning about that strange creature the fluffy cat was eating. He'd just have to be patient.
vm me to enter my lair. it has infinite movies and wifi! snacks will be given. sometimes..
@/Eucalyptuspaw came for the movies and snacks!! @/snowflake. enters, carrying a whole buncha snowballs @/ChromeSilver_Hwaa enters carrying a Tiramisu Cake @/Clamfish came for the drama, fruits, and macaroni and cheese
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CW: MENTAL BREAKDOWN
Dusky slid out of the apprentice's den. Today was just like any other day... right? right? But... it wasnt.
first, her cloudy blind eyes started to water. next her breath started to quicken. One breath... papa cougar, gone... two breaths... her littermates, gone... three breaths... her other siblings, also gone. nothing more than a speck of dust on a beach.
"Where... where are they..." she whimpered on the fourth breath. splotched fur crumbling to the ground, her paws covering her eyes to block any light her cloudy hues could see (albeit not much).
"Where's my papa.. WHERE IS HE? WHERE DID HE GO? WHY... WHY DID HE LEAVE ME... WHY DID EVERYONE LEAVE ME?"
someone came up to her... trying to get her to move but... "NO!" she couldn't. she couldnt move. grief took hold of her. truly, for the first time in her entire twelve moons of life. "Why... why? Why did Cougarbite leave me? Why did Talonpaw, Hawkpaw, Foxpaw, Lionpaw, Bonepaw, Forestpaw... why... all of you.. why? where did you all go?" her breath did nothing but quicken. shorter and shorter intervals between them.
- [ open to someone to get her to try to calm down
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The newly made apprentice scanned the clearing, spotted the enforcer commander super-cool Hawk guy. He bound up to him, practically running into him. “Hawkbite! I’m an apprentice now, isn’t that cool?” he flashed him a toothy grin and sat down in front of the commander. “Well- I’m not sure..uhh…could you maybe train me sometime? I’m sad I didn’t get you as my mentor…I was really hoping!” he sighed, the light in his gaze disappearing for a moment, then coming back. “Well- I don’ think my mentors kid likes me too much…they were glarin’ at me when I got my name…and my mentor seems…off…but they said they could train me!”
@SuspiciousMindz (ex-TigerKit. He’s gonna steal Hawk as a father figure at some point-)
·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙* ˚Duskpaw of Shadowclan | 12 moons | Purrks: n/a | Training Tracker˚*• ̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙
CW: MENTAL BREAKDOWN
Dusky slid out of the apprentice's den. Today was just like any other day... right? right? But... it wasnt.
first, her cloudy blind eyes started to water. next her breath started to quicken. One breath... papa cougar, gone... two breaths... her littermates, gone... three breaths... her other siblings, also gone. nothing more than a speck of dust on a beach.
"Where... where are they..." she whimpered on the fourth breath. splotched fur crumbling to the ground, her paws covering her eyes to block any light her cloudy hues could see (albeit not much).
"Where's my papa.. WHERE IS HE? WHERE DID HE GO? WHY... WHY DID HE LEAVE ME... WHY DID EVERYONE LEAVE ME?"
someone came up to her... trying to get her to move but... "NO!" she couldn't. she couldnt move. grief took hold of her. truly, for the first time in her entire twelve moons of life. "Why... why? Why did Cougarbite leave me? Why did Talonpaw, Hawkpaw, Foxpaw, Lionpaw, Bonepaw, Forestpaw... why... all of you.. why? where did you all go?" her breath did nothing but quicken. shorter and shorter intervals between them.
- [ open to someone to get her to try to calm down
( •̀ ω •́ )✧ ]
starclan had given him so much to be greatful for and rookfire wouldnt dare to be ungrateful but stars was this really necesarry? hovering around camp, resting near the medicine den, engulfted in shadow from the large evergreen trees and mostly avoiding the more sun speckled bits of the clearing (since his little accident out in the territory at least) he often heard and saw more than others expected. it wasnt hard to miss most things. his slumber was hardly ever deep enough to get him to put down his head during the day so he mostly flew under the radar whilst still picking up on things. besides, the clearing wasnt that awfully large.
now, the thing rookfire had cursed internally just a moment ago was the very thing that caused him to blink open silver eyes at this day, faltering pawsteps, irregular and eventually ceasing. eyes half-lidded, he glanced around until he was able to pinpoint the source of disturbance, duskpaw, one of the few older apprentices rookfire actually knew very little about. the quickening breath easily observed even from a distance caused his lungs to give a brief squeeze of phantom pain, a reminder of what he knew to be a reaction similar to his. yet, the apprentices gasping breaths didnt appear to have any obvious source, no second cat hurrying after her, no one looking partly concerned yet mostly hurt a few steps away. a frown made its way onto rookfire face and the medic pushed himself to white tipped paws, approaching the apprentice quietly. by the time he got to her, the quiet whimpering had ceased to make way for hurried gasps. "hey hey- its okay, its okay" he began quietly, crouching down near her but keeping enough distance as to not startle the younger feline. "can you take a breath with me?" he parroted the very thing mossfreckle had said to him, deciding against crossing into the apprentice personal space and instead hoping that they would hear his exxagerated, slow breathing. repeating encouraging words every once in a while, he hoped they would be in a good enough state to move to a more private place but wouldnt pressure them to do so in their current state.
The small crunching of leaves under her tiny paws made her recoil each time. If there was any space in her mind, it was filled with the thoughts of nothing but negative embrace. She had left the nursery in fear she'd get caught up in the tornado of words. Hickorykit's fur was still prickly, herself; on edge. No matter what problem she had before, it got a lot worse when the reckless spewing of sentences got louder. Geez! What did she need to do to get away? If she wasn't practicing something, she was expected to get a kit lesson. The daunting task of living up to something she couldn't even grasp made her feel... empty. Like a shell of a cat only to be filled by others expectations. Her mind racked on, thinking of little nothings she got worried about. What if she wasn't good enough...? Well she shouldn't be thinking that. That wasn't a kit-like worry.
Before she knew it, Hickorykit was walking in circles, tip-toeing around already crushed leaves, content not to shrivel them anymore. Her teal-eyes looked heavy and old, like the weight of life was already persuading her into the depths of shadows. Urging her to look restless for eternity. But Hickorykit's head held high, blue-green eyes holding an ever so small glimpse of hope, glimpse of a dream. But there was something so much more vile and vicious hiding behind such an innocent gaze. A feeling of wanting to belong, an feeling left out. It was a terrible feeling, a negative way of saying "head in the clouds" type of feeling. Her gut wrenched as she stared out into the clearing. Cats talked and looked each other right in the eye. They exchanged friendly pats, friendly chuckles. Was is friendly? Or was that just what some cat should do as a courtesy? Many questions troubled Hickorykit on the daily, but this one ate away so much at her mind that it nearly drove her to insanity. What was so special about other cats but not her? Were they stronger, more devoted to the clan; she was only a child! In other words, no matter how hard she tried, the question always came back to why am I expected to do so much in so little time?
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The sun had nearly driven itself past the horizon, sky growing dark with accents of pink and purple. She could physically feel the hush of the crowds as they crawled back to their dens. Hickorykit didn't want to go back. Was her father there? Would her mother be angry to see her pelt tousled and messy? Dirt tucked in between her claws as long, deep scratch marks lay on the earth beside her. To keep herself busy while her mind worked in overdrive, she had tried to dig a hole for all the leaf remains she'd created. But because her claws were still so tiny, she couldn't really make a real hole. In the end, she gave up.
Hickorykit cast a shy glance back at the clearing. To her knowledge, there was no other cat. She was alone amongst a sunset. Should she go back to the nursery? The thought weighed itself in her mind and made her uneasy. Nauseated, she slowly swayed her head side-to-side, imaging a colorful symphony of birds flying over her and creating the most wonderful song. It worked like a charm, and she was back to normal. The question carried itself to the back of her mind as her eyes began to hang heavy on the horizon.
The small crunching of leaves under her tiny paws made her recoil each time. If there was any space in her mind, it was filled with the thoughts of nothing but negative embrace. She had left the nursery in fear she'd get caught up in the tornado of words. Hickorykit's fur was still prickly, herself; on edge. No matter what problem she had before, it got a lot worse when the reckless spewing of sentences got louder. Geez! What did she need to do to get away? If she wasn't practicing something, she was expected to get a kit lesson. The daunting task of living up to something she couldn't even grasp made her feel... empty. Like a shell of a cat only to be filled by others expectations. Her mind racked on, thinking of little nothings she got worried about. What if she wasn't good enough...? Well she shouldn't be thinking that. That wasn't a kit-like worry.
Before she knew it, Hickorykit was walking in circles, tip-toeing around already crushed leaves, content not to shrivel them anymore. Her teal-eyes looked heavy and old, like the weight of life was already persuading her into the depths of shadows. Urging her to look restless for eternity. But Hickorykit's head held high, blue-green eyes holding an ever so small glimpse of hope, glimpse of a dream. But there was something so much more vile and vicious hiding behind such an innocent gaze. A feeling of wanting to belong, an feeling left out. It was a terrible feeling, a negative way of saying "head in the clouds" type of feeling. Her gut wrenched as she stared out into the clearing. Cats talked and looked each other right in the eye. They exchanged friendly pats, friendly chuckles. Was is friendly? Or was that just what some cat should do as a courtesy? Many questions troubled Hickorykit on the daily, but this one ate away so much at her mind that it nearly drove her to insanity. What was so special about other cats but not her? Were they stronger, more devoted to the clan; she was only a child! In other words, no matter how hard she tried, the question always came back to why am I expected to do so much in so little time?
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The sun had nearly driven itself past the horizon, sky growing dark with accents of pink and purple. She could physically feel the hush of the crowds as they crawled back to their dens. Hickorykit didn't want to go back. Was her father there? Would her mother be angry to see her pelt tousled and messy? Dirt tucked in between her claws as long, deep scratch marks lay on the earth beside her. To keep herself busy while her mind worked in overdrive, she had tried to dig a hole for all the leaf remains she'd created. But because her claws were still so tiny, she couldn't really make a real hole. In the end, she gave up.
Hickorykit cast a shy glance back at the clearing. To her knowledge, there was no other cat. She was alone amongst a sunset. Should she go back to the nursery? The thought weighed itself in her mind and made her uneasy. Nauseated, she slowly swayed her head side-to-side, imaging a colorful symphony of birds flying over her and creating the most wonderful song. It worked like a charm, and she was back to normal. The question carried itself to the back of her mind as her eyes began to hang heavy on the horizon.
rookfire would deny this but he was certainly someone for people watching, resting at the edge of camp and eyeing the hussle of cats going in and out during the day, still, he couldnt take note of everyone, couldnt realistically even know every cat well enough to connect anything but their name and appearance. yet when he padded back into camp a bit later than planned, set to make a beeline for the medicine cats den immediately, a lone kit in the clearing made turned eyes refocus on the world in front and limp ears perk up. changing his path, the former enforcer approached the kit slowly, watching their small head turn towards the endless blanket of stars slowly fighting the last rays of the sun for prominence. "hey there little one, you alright?" rookfire enquired, angular head cocked to the side in question where he had come to a halt a few steps away from the brown, almost deer coloured, kit. his lack of experience with kits once again apparent, the dark tom took a moment too long to think before lowering himself into a half crouch aiming to cease talking down at them but rather on one level. "its late, you should go to the nursery n get some rest, dont ya think?"
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