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MarshHeart|He/him|89Moons
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MarshHeart narrowed his eyes at the young tom before stalking to the edge of the cliff, choosing to ignore his obvious bait.
watching the water crash against the rocks was almost therapeutic especially if he imagined a few cats that needed a good drowning right there. at least the water covers his yapping.
He thought to himself while chuckling softly, if he was gonna be here he might aswell pick a place that was conventionally louder then QuickWhisker's nonsense and talking.
He wouldn't mind looking after apprentices and joining a few warriors here or there but lately they all seem to have one tragic flaw and that is their arrogance and irresponsibility he thought, surely their mentors aren't so oblivious to it? Or is windclan that desperate for warriors they take anyone fully trained or not.
He sighed, a depressing thought but not much he could do other then make sure his own apprentice was a decent one although that would mean they have to show up to training, maybe hold off retirement a few more moons...
... or he could bat some sense into a certain silver tom who couldn't keep his nose outta MarshHearts age, surely he could do something better? ohh
His lifted his chin a smug air of mischief in his meow as he turned towards QuickWhisker. "so? What are you waiting for, you dragged me out here for rabbit where is my rabbit?"
( @Mapleshade_Colossus ) apologies for the delay summer farm stuff also heheheheh MarshHeart and his elder mischief)
Quickwhisker of WindClan
22 moons (At time of rp)
"What are you, blind?" The silver tom's ego was getting to him. Getting tricked was one thing, but having it rubbed in hurt a lot worse. "There's nothing here! Rabbit, mouse, nothing!" There was a slight hiss in his voice. Wow, such as short fuse for a warrior.
MarshHeart|He/him|89Moons
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MarshHeart chuckled apprentices and young warriors like to meow big but their still just kits afterall, too naive still.
He licked his paws before giving QuickWhisker a very totally genuine disappointed look, "you dragged me from my nest for no rabbit? Do i look like your personal escort kit?"
He shook his head dramatically sighing before gazing out to the valley. "i suppose i shall return to the camp hungry, between these lazy apprentices and gallivanting warriors carefree and wondering the territory we older warriors will just have to put our retirement aside."
He gave another dramatic sigh, the end of his tail flicking in amusement beside him, if nothing else at least messing with the kits was entertaining, he would have a lot of free time to play such little games when he finally sat in his nest beside the other elders, for now though giving this young tom a lesson in not believing everything he hears would have to do.
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MarshHeart|He/him|89Moons
~~~~~༺♰༻~~~~~
MarshHeart chuckled apprentices and young warriors like to meow big but their still just kits afterall, too naive still.
He licked his paws before giving QuickWhisker a very totally genuine disappointed look, "you dragged me from my nest for no rabbit? Do i look like your personal escort kit?"
He shook his head dramatically sighing before gazing out to the valley. "i suppose i shall return to the camp hungry, between these lazy apprentices and gallivanting warriors carefree and wondering the territory we older warriors will just have to put our retirement aside."
He gave another dramatic sigh, the end of his tail flicking in amusement beside him, if nothing else at least messing with the kits was entertaining, he would have a lot of free time to play such little games when he finally sat in his nest beside the other elders, for now though giving this young tom a lesson in not believing everything he hears would have to do.
All of this was getting to Quickwhisker. He stood up on his hind legs to make himself bigger as he hissed. "LISTEN YOU STUPID, HALF-DEAD, FLEE RIDDEN, MOUSE-BRAINED, FOX-HEARTED-" The young warrior lost his balance and started to lean back...back...and down. His scream echoed around the valley, cut short by a thump and a splash. By the time Marshheart could scurry to see downward Quickwhisker was an unmoving mass getting pulled through the water. Thank StarClan, at least he floated.
MarshHeart|He/him|89Moons
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MarshHeart froze as QuickWhisker plummeted, still hearing his words echo around the valley even as he disappeared from sight.
MarshHeart lunged forward awkwardly trying to catch the warrior with his claws but to no avail as he heard the sickening thud below, barely audible above the rushing water, most like they were laughing at the old Tom's foolishness, had to play cruel games with the kit, had to be the proud warrior, the better warrior didn't we? Aren't we proud now? "QUICKWHISKER!"
He yowled as he jumped down from the cliff skidding down rocks as he panted, his eyes stayed on the silver striped pelt floating downstream. Running ahead MarshHeart could only ignore the small voice in his head, he wouldn't be like others, he would be fine, the kit would be fine.
He slowed as the river thinned and split, he could grab QuickWhisker from this distance just a guess of which side he would go...
MarshHeart hesitated for a moment before jumping into the water it was definitely pulling to the right, he would make it he thought as he pulled himself onto a rock jutting into the river, gasping for breath he looked up just in time to see a mass of fur riding the rushing water.
There!
He jumped albeit winded he grabbed the tom by his back, kicking against the current as he slowly made it back to the rock.
The moment he dragged QuickWhisker out of the water he felt his paws slip out from under him landing roughly onto the young warrior,
He would have to deal with MarshHeart for a second or two maybe three if he didn't catch his breath the cold water soaked him making it feel like a log draped onto him, making his wheezing even deeper. "your... too young to die... yet kit.. leave that.. to us elders..."
He muttered before laying his head onto the warriors back, at least he was breathing MarshHeart thought in relief.
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Re: Sticks, Stones, and Broken Bones [p]
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MarshHeart|He/him|89Moons
~~~~~༺♰༻~~~~~
MarshHeart froze as QuickWhisker plummeted, still hearing his words echo around the valley even as he disappeared from sight.
MarshHeart lunged forward awkwardly trying to catch the warrior with his claws but to no avail as he heard the sickening thud below, barely audible above the rushing water, most like they were laughing at the old Tom's foolishness, had to play cruel games with the kit, had to be the proud warrior, the better warrior didn't we? Aren't we proud now? "QUICKWHISKER!"
He yowled as he jumped down from the cliff skidding down rocks as he panted, his eyes stayed on the silver striped pelt floating downstream. Running ahead MarshHeart could only ignore the small voice in his head, he wouldn't be like others, he would be fine, the kit would be fine.
He slowed as the river thinned and split, he could grab QuickWhisker from this distance just a guess of which side he would go...
MarshHeart hesitated for a moment before jumping into the water it was definitely pulling to the right, he would make it he thought as he pulled himself onto a rock jutting into the river, gasping for breath he looked up just in time to see a mass of fur riding the rushing water.
There!
He jumped albeit winded he grabbed the tom by his back, kicking against the current as he slowly made it back to the rock.
The moment he dragged QuickWhisker out of the water he felt his paws slip out from under him landing roughly onto the young warrior,
He would have to deal with MarshHeart for a second or two maybe three if he didn't catch his breath the cold water soaked him making it feel like a log draped onto him, making his wheezing even deeper. "your... too young to die... yet kit.. leave that.. to us elders..."
He muttered before laying his head onto the warriors back, at least he was breathing MarshHeart thought in relief.
Breathing he was, just barely. Quickwhisker was in a horrible condition. His left paw was broken and twisted in unnatural ways. On his head was a moderate stream of blood just above one ear. What wasn't visible was Quickwhisker's brain. Slamming against multiple rocks didn't do it well. Memories, emotions, ideas, everything was well blended. None of this would be revealed until he awoke, however.
Marshheart got a lucky break, though. Quickwhisker was a very light cat! Even for someone of Marshheart's age, the silver tabby would be easy to carry back to camp. Quickwhisker was a stubborn cat, but stubborn enough to survive until he got back to the camp? Only StarClan knew that answer...
[Quickwhisker will be fineeeeee...Well, he'll be alive. Fine? No, not at all.]
MarshHeart|He/him|89Moons
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MarshHeart blinked his eyes open he had almost fallen asleep, he shook his head not much time had passed the sun had only moved a whisker since.
He groaned and winched as he got up, his paws were warm and throbing he felt the scratches on his paw pads from the rocks and his hind legs were more then sore from kicking at the water nevertheless he checked QuickWhisker again..
Breathing but no signs of waking up anytime soon with the blood and his paw stuck in the wrong twisted direction the older warrior knew that meant it was up to him to drag the kit back before starclan or who knows what else took him there early.
He couldn't help the weary sigh as he looked around, he was too old for this sort of stuff they should've brought another warrior a more younger warrior or at the very least younger then MarshHeart which was... most of the clan- had he really gotten that old?
He shook himself out of his thoughts he needed to get moving, needed to get QuickWhisker to lightningstorm before the light fell.
With a huff he pulled the young and surprisingly lighter then expected warrior by the scruff, in true kit fashion MarshHeart carried-dragged him up the rocks trying to avoid anymore hits to his head.
Lighter or not he was still heavy and it was a long way back to camp, he could only drag him a few fox lengths before having to stop for a breath, but they made their way there. Drag, Drag, Drag... Huff Huff... Drag, Drag... Huff Huff Huff..
( @Mapleshade_Colossus ) do you want to finish up in med den forum or in this post med den? Only ask cause lightningstorm would be involved?)
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