Seabreeze
He/him | Riverclan Warrior | Moons: 16 | Purrks: Go with the Flow | The Collector | Ultimate Predator |
“Ocean waters rising above your neck
You feel the glass start to crack.”
Seabreeze watched for a moment, paralyzed in that suffocating terror he hasn't felt washing through him since he was staring down Cloverpaw in this exact same scenario. No, not the exact same, Seabreeze had kept Fadingsun stable, Fadingsun was stable and would live and was being treated by Marigoldleap who knew what she was doing. His ears flipped even as he didn't move to the conflicts outside. At Dusklion's yell he got up, almost mechanically, he could feel the same sort of apathetic feeling starting to seep in now that his mind wasn't fully needed. The nothingness that came after Cloverpaw. So much Cloverpaw, his sister was probably grieving in Starclan, endlessly sorry that her death was haunting him so. You got this, Seab! The voice of Cloverpaw washed over him, it was like dreaming but he was awake and was walking slowly to the exit of the medicine den. Don't call me that, Clover! He could hear his own voice, younger, ringing in his head as he peered across camp.
He only focused in on Dusklion as she called together a patrol after calling for cats to show their claws. Seabreeze found himself agreeing. Needless death was one thing but this was not needless. Well, then, little brother~ Let's go hunting! I'll catch more than you! Her laugh echoed through his head as he stared out at Dusklion. Suddenly, a white hot flame of anger came, evaporating the drowning waters of apathy and sorrow. He blinked, he had lost his sister to rogues and now he was close to losing his deputy...Seabreeze called out to Dusklion, ears pinned but his gaze hardened and determined. This was a Seabreeze that was no longer drowning without his sister's help, he was a Seabreeze who made it to shore determined to fight for his sister who never got the chance.
"Dusklion!" He yowled at her across camp, "Make sure they fear the name Riverclan, make sure they'll never forget! I'll watch Fadingsun for you until you return." With that he waited for her reaction, Seabreeze wanted nothing more to accompany the lionheart on her quest for vengeance and protection of the clan but perhaps knowing that Seabreeze was watching Fadingsun for her would leave her reassured enough to have her full mind on any fights rather than on her brother, as much as they could at least. Seabreeze wasn't expecting her to not worry because that wouldn't be fair of him. With that he turned tail and walked back to Fadingsun's side in the medicine den. He would wait here until Fadingsun was okay, nothing would get in his way of doing so.
No way! I'm going to catch so much prey I won't even be able to make it back to camp because there's so much. He did. He did make it back to camp. She didn't.
[ @taillow - Dusklion ]
[ Hehehe, I did not expect a Seabreeze starting to move to accepting Cloverpaw's death when I signed up for this plot to be honest, oopsy. But now he has his first paw step in the direction of acceptance. ]
Holy stars, this really was a huge mess, wasn't it?
Redmire stared at the bloody scene, pupils narrowed to slits. A deputy down, and a leader who didn't even volunteer herself for this patrol while plenty of her warriors were more than ready to go out themselves.
Redmire herself wasn't called, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to show. She sent Birdsnow a sneer as she trotted out of camp after the patrol.
[this takes place seperately from any above rps w/ misty]
Something was off.
Mistyshard stumbled out of the warriors den and into the clearing, feeling faint. Her ear was pounding horribly and she let out a little gasp of pain. Oh wait- the pain made her realize, she'd forgotten to visit Marigoldleap and treat her post battle wounds! Usually she really wasn't the type of cat to draw attention to herself and cause trouble but this was bad. Very bad. She managed to look around wildly before the world started fading away.
"oh no-"
Before she could say more or move to her nest to calm herself blackness overwhelmed her and she fell with a thud.
[Open ooc note: she never got her malcontent wounds treated, meaning it would be unrealistic for that not to cause her trouble, so i decided to have her faint dramatically lol]
Dusklion - RiverClan Head Lionheart
She/her | 27 moons | Go with the Flow, Beefed Up T3, Rapid Recovery, Shadow Fiend
Having been keeping an eye on the going ons of the clearing - mainly to see if any cats who should be missing decided to show back up, Dusklion's eyes drifted over to Mistyshard. The she-cat looked off. Already the dark tabby was turning, heading towards her fellow Lionheart - when she swayed a bit and collapsed.
"Mists??" Racing over Dusklion skidded to a halt beside her, nose going into her fur. There was still breathing, still a faint heartbeat. Looking up the head Lionheart glanced around. "Someone get Marigoldleap!" she called, not wanting to leave her Clanmates side. "Mists? Can you hear me?" Immediately while waiting for a response Dusk tried to locate her injuries. They looked bad... infected bad. But she was no medicine cat.
[ @starry @/open to someone to get marigold! @Madelaine - incase marigold happens to be in the clearing ]
[this takes place seperately from any above rps w/ misty]
Something was off.
Mistyshard stumbled out of the warriors den and into the clearing, feeling faint. Her ear was pounding horribly and she let out a little gasp of pain. Oh wait- the pain made her realize, she'd forgotten to visit Marigoldleap and treat her post battle wounds! Usually she really wasn't the type of cat to draw attention to herself and cause trouble but this was bad. Very bad. She managed to look around wildly before the world started fading away.
"oh no-"
Before she could say more or move to her nest to calm herself blackness overwhelmed her and she fell with a thud.
[Open ooc note: she never got her malcontent wounds treated, meaning it would be unrealistic for that not to cause her trouble, so i decided to have her faint dramatically lol]
Seabreeze
He/him | Riverclan Warrior | Moons: 16 | Purrks: Go with the Flow | The Collector | Ultimate Predator |
“Ocean waters rising above your neck
You feel the glass start to crack.”
Seabreeze looked up from his mouse as he suddenly heard a loud enough thud nearby to warrant concern. Sure enough, to his terror, Mistyshard had collapsed. Then Dusklion was calling out for help. The tom was on his paws in a flash, running as fast as he could and nearly sliding into the medicine den as he came into it, "Marigoldleap! Mistyshard collapsed in the clearing! I don't know what's wrong." With that the tom made sure that the acting medicine cat had heard him and raced back to Mistyshard trying to get a understanding of what was going on while letting Dusklion know of his fetching Marigoldleap. "I told Marigoldleap, she'll be here soon. Let's see here," The tom couched down and immediately took notice of the infected wounds...he raised a paw to the molly's head checking for fever and then moving on to checking pulse. Not good, but he didn't know how to do anything, nor would he need to as more experienced paws were on the way. He backed up giving cats more space to work. After the acting medicine cat arrived Seabreeze had his ears pricked to listen for anything that she needed so he could go and fetch it in a second.
[ @Madelaine - Marigoldleap | @starry - Mistyshard | @taillow - Dusklion ]
[ For simplicity's sake, I am just going to post in clearing rather than med den, because most of this post takes place in the clearing | Also don't mind how obviously rushed this is /w\ ]
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Re: Kit Burrow
Tulippaw groaned as she trudged into the nursery. She'd been living the life as an apprentice, enjoying the newfound freedom and pride that she got now that she was out of the Nursery. That was until she'd realized she'd now have chores. She'd seen apprentices carrying and changing moss before, but she thought it was only for punishment.
Why did the Kit Burrow even need moss anyways? For mossball or what? She wondered as she plopped it down into a pile. That's when she noticed an odd black and white coloured kit. They looked about old enough to be an apprentice. She stopped to observe the kit for a moment, as if pounced repeatedly, over and over again.
"Hey you! Wouldn't it be better practice if you actually tried pouncing in something? Instead of just the ground?" She called out, remembering when she used to practice pouncing and hunting every little bug she could find. Those poor bugs.
Cormorantpaw long-furred, smoky-black mackerel tabby with bits of white; yellow eyes
purrks: prison break - tier 1
Cormorantpaw’s eyes shot open. The dim lighting from the entrance of the light flooded into her retinas, burning them. She managed to blink against it, despite its irritable entryway of giving her a horrible migraine. The voices of distant chatter ranged from heavy white noise to some comparability, her senses slowly awakening from her deep slumber. The tabby wasn’t fairly certain for how long she had been asleep, but that wasn’t what she was taking thought in for. What was peaking her interest was the different arrangements of aromas attacking her nostrils at once; distress, outsiders, and… blood. Her long fur instinctively spiked as she rose to her paws, not wasting time getting up. Forcefully shaking off the exhaustion lacing her limbs, she weaved her way through the arrangements of messy moss nests towards the mouth of the apprentice’s den, narrowing down her pupils as the acrid stench of blood only grew stronger, bile forming at the back of her throat as her nostrils flared against the metallic smell itself. Her eyes burned against the sudden burst of bright light of the outside world, squinting as she peered around at the heavily crowded clearing.
Her eyes prickled with alarm as she watched more than enough commotion run down right in front of her; Fadingsun bleeding out, Mistyshard fainting. Stars, what in the hell was going on? Far too many things were running through her mind, too much for the young thirteen-moon-old feline to take in. She noted both Dusklion and Birdsnow handling the scenario with Fadingsun, but nothing else along the matter. Her paws felt stuck to the ground, but she felt tempted to dive in to try to assist in the situation as much as her yellow orbs watched the scene unfold without much thought.
[semi-open? if anyone wants to interact with her during this case scenario i suppose, but this was messy and rushed and… bleh]
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Cormorantpaw long-furred, smoky-black mackerel tabby with bits of white; yellow eyes
purrks: prison break - tier 1
Cormorantpaw’s eyes shot open. The dim lighting from the entrance of the light flooded into her retinas, burning them. She managed to blink against it, despite its irritable entryway of giving her a horrible migraine. The voices of distant chatter ranged from heavy white noise to some comparability, her senses slowly awakening from her deep slumber. The tabby wasn’t fairly certain for how long she had been asleep, but that wasn’t what she was taking thought in for. What was peaking her interest was the different arrangements of aromas attacking her nostrils at once; distress, outsiders, and… blood. Her long fur instinctively spiked as she rose to her paws, not wasting time getting up. Forcefully shaking off the exhaustion lacing her limbs, she weaved her way through the arrangements of messy moss nests towards the mouth of the apprentice’s den, narrowing down her pupils as the acrid stench of blood only grew stronger, bile forming at the back of her throat as her nostrils flared against the metallic smell itself. Her eyes burned against the sudden burst of bright light of the outside world, squinting as she peered around at the heavily crowded clearing.
Her eyes prickled with alarm as she watched more than enough commotion run down right in front of her; Fadingsun bleeding out, Mistyshard fainting. Stars, what in the hell was going on? Far too many things were running through her mind, too much for the young thirteen-moon-old feline to take in. She noted both Dusklion and Birdsnow handling the scenario with Fadingsun, but nothing else along the matter. Her paws felt stuck to the ground, but she felt tempted to dive in to try to assist in the situation as much as her yellow orbs watched the scene unfold without much thought.
[semi-open? if anyone wants to interact with her during this case scenario i suppose, but this was messy and rushed and… bleh]
Marigoldkit
She\Kit\RC
"Keep your head up! You need to look at the world around you!"
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Marigoldkit had no intention of leaving the nursery, but she was feeling bold today. But why today? Couldn't it have been any other day and not one smeared with blood and fainting cats and blood.
She contemplated ducking right back under the leathen that shaded the nursery, her throat closing up. That's when Marigoldkit realized it had been awhile since she drank water or even ate something, but she had no stomach for any of it. Maybe some other less frightening day... But for now, she'd just have to stay hungry. It's not like it bothered her anyways, she was used to the tightness in her stomach.
Hazel eyes scanned the panicked clearing until it landed on a very spiky silhouette of grey. They seemed to be extremely spooked and oddly tired as though they would topple over if they wind blew too hard. Marigoldkit's eyes softened. She knew exactly how that felt.
Even though she wasn't sure how to properly address the shaken cat, she ended up pushing her head to their shoulder. That was comforting enough, right? What if she was crossing boundaries? Well, it was too late now.
"Hey," She mewed, her voice as fragile as twigs in autumn. She wasn't very sure how to follow up that very awkward greeting, so she didn't. Hopefully the grey she-cat wouldn't mind..
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Marigoldkit
She\Kit\RC
"Keep your head up! You need to look at the world around you!"
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Brambles. It had to be brambles.
She looked back at Mousekit with eyes full of confused concern. If all of this didn't work out, if the world decided to hate her and Birdsomething decided to kick her out of the clan, at least Mousekit would have his feather.
But even that wasn't promised.
She'd never gone beyond the brambles--- well, technically she had, but that was before she was reaccepted into clan life. What if this is what blew it for her?
No, no no no. She couldn't take that chance, not ever.
Her face scrunched up as she was torn between two very equally horrible decisions.
She walked curiously up to the brambles. If she knew one thing, she knew it wouldn't be right to cross them. She'd been looking at the other kits in camp and they never steps a toe out of these weird (and very prickly) things.
She looked back at Mousekit, or rather behind him, her eyes locked on a pale rock.
"Ummm..." She began, her ears flat against her head. "Any ideas?"[/CENTER]
Mousekit met her concerned gaze with an equally unsure one. "...Well," he mewed reluctantly. Maybe they could try shaking what his feather had gotten stuck in, not all of it was pokey. But would that even work? It did look pretty tangled up. "We could maybe... um. Climb?" But it was high up there, Mousekit definitely wasn't that confident in his climbing skills and he assumed Marigoldkit wasn't either. "Ah. Hah. Maybe it'll just be... stuck there forever..." Mousekit's face turned into a wiggly sort of smile, the dejected kind.
"The wind might blow it down. Someday." Mousekit usually wasn't the type of cat to openly give up, especially not this easily, but he was feeling a little upset at the moment. He might as well give it to Marigoldkit straight, though it was nice of her to try and help him...
(so sorry for the wait! i've just been so unsure how to continue lol)
Re: RiverClan Clearing
ooc note: she never got her malcontent wounds treated, meaning it would be unrealistic for that not to cause her trouble, so i decided to have her faint dramatically lol]
i've just been so unsure how to continue lol)
