BlazeStalk
Age:82 Moons Old
Scars: A Deep Scar On His Muzzle
Interactions Open!
Interactions: @taillow
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The tom's tail lashed, "What?" His low growl arose from his mouth. His claws seemed to stay sheathed, his ears pinned.
__________________ - By Shrew
Osprey
The tom sat in the ditch waiting for an answer from Starclan. "Silverpelt is quiet, maybe being a kittypet was a bad idea."The tom lied down falling asleep.
a very scarred, grey fluffy bengal with a missing back right leg. she has fluffs of white and darker grey fur. purrks ; herbal knowledge tier two, the collector | formatting creds to wolfie <3 | lesbian/sapphic + demigirl
trigger warning ; this character frequently talks and thinks about past abuse, panic attacks, anxiety, and depression. interact with care <3
she hadn't expected how much it would hurt. mind still flashing with images of her father, her father with blood on his claws, her father screaming at her- cobwebfern's heart ached, she felt ill with how much it hurt to visibly see the bond between her and stormy.. no, not stormy, anymore, she wasn't a sad little kit anymore--stormstar.. breaking. ' um. r-right. g-good-goodnight. ' cobwebfern's voice shook and she turned.
her paws shook, and as she turned from stormstar's den and exited, she let them fall, only allowing herself to get halfway to her own den before breaking into sobs. she slumped into her nest, shoulders shaking as she was wracked with tears. she wanted to talk to stormy so bad, wanted to make this right so bad, but the pure agony she felt was too debilitating. cobwebfern felt a bit like her world was crumbling down slowly, and while this was overdramatic, she told herself, it hurt awfully.
stormstar's feelings about her were reciprocated- she had thought she was done with this. she thought her dad was gone, that the thoughts about him that plagued her were gone-
guess not.
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" i'm bout to die and the only thing i find i'm worried about is you.. "
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cobwebfern is riverclan’s medicine cat apprentice !
she and berryshine have a semi-closed den policy .
[ separate timeline from ongoing rp <3 cw: mentions of death, depressing thoughts ]
Berryshine slunk into the den, her ears flattened and head down. Stagheart had offered to go in place of her, to be the one to tell the news — but Willowtail and Daisypaw had clearly needed him more at the moment, a strong rock while the other two crumbled. And Berry would be lying if she didn't want to escape the den that now reeked of herbs, sickness, and death — a reminder of her loss, a reminder of her failure. She hadn't been able to save Weepingpaw, and that knowledge would never leave her mind.
The pungent scent of lavender clung to her pelt as she neared Stormstar, dulling the lingering scent of something else far more daunting underneath. As she approached, her voice was raspy and low, barely a whisper in the quiet den.
"S-... S-Stormstar, I... need to speak with you." The medicine cat managed to get out, her tone heavy with grief and shame, eyes still fixed on the floor.
It was later in the day with things winding down, and yet the leader was restless. She paced within her den, wondering why her stomach was churning so nervously, and why she felt the prickling sensation of anxiety in her paws. Something was wrong... she didn't know what, or where, but-
Berries voice at her den had her head snapping over. The grief. The shame. "Come in," the leader beckoned almost immediately, turning to face the medicine cat fully. Her blue eyes were wide, searching Berries' face for any indication what she was here for. Lavender scent drifted towards her and she blinked.
"...What happened?" ...She knew what that was used for.
BlazeStalk
Age:82 Moons Old
Scars: A Deep Scar On His Muzzle
Interactions Open!
Interactions: @taillow
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The tom's tail lashed, "What?" His low growl arose from his mouth. His claws seemed to stay sheathed, his ears pinned.
Stormstar - RiverClan Leader
And there it was, the headache she was hoping to avoid. Stormstar stood her ground, staring at the elder and not faltering. Respect and honor, yes, but she was this Clan's leader, and the final decision on those who remained within her walls was up to her. "He's been exiled from RiverClan." Her tone was a bit more hard, definite. Blue eyes watched, hoping that Blazestalk wouldn't do anything... drastic.
BlazeStalk
Age:82 Moons Old
Scars: A Deep Scar On His Muzzle
Interactions: @taillow
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The tom knew better, "Tsk, it's not like he ever listens. How was his health when he left the territory?" He asked his leader.
__________________ - By Shrew
Osprey
The tom sat in the ditch waiting for an answer from Starclan. "Silverpelt is quiet, maybe being a kittypet was a bad idea."The tom lied down falling asleep.
Re: RiverClan Leader's Den
- By Shrew
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