delayed a new dawn || departing - group 2

[Flamestar]

Shortly before the sun began to rise, she had said goodbye to the clanmates that had left for home. The group staying behind would be leaving this morning as well, but at a slower pace than their group mates. She wished to leave shortly after they did, so she had made sure Stormpaw was awake and had something to eat. Flamewhisker leans down, and licks Stormpaw's forehead soothingly. "Lets go home." she said quietly, her mind drifting off to Berryheart back at the camp. Perhaps he would know how to help her daughter's back legs...She had to remain optimistic...she had to put on a brave face for her daughter.

Shortly after the first group left, she turned to face those who remained. "Thank you, all of you. All of Thunderclan and I are very grateful for your help." She knew it wasn't her place to speak for the clan, but she was sure as soon as Howlingstar learned about what had happened, she would have the same view. "Hailstorm, Lightstrike, can you help me for the first shift?" naturally she looks to her two clanmates, not wanting to have to ask any of the other clanners for help right away. She wasn't sure how long she could help carry though with her injured shoulder, but she was determined to help any way she could. ​

★ born to find that great unknown

• takes place after the first group has left!
  open to anyone who stayed behind (:
  mentioning @LIGHTSTRIKE . and @HAILSTORM. but feel free to respond before them​
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  FLAMEWHISKER of THUNDERCLAN
  LH red tabby with low white (masks black tabby, carries dilute, solid)
  — Lead Warrior of Thunderclan ; currently mentoring Acornpaw
  — she/her ; mated with Flycatcher
  — mother to Stormpaw & Falconpaw
  — 25 moons ; ages on the 20th
  — Smells like dirt, old leaves, tree sap, faint hint of flowers
  — will start a fight, will finish fights, will kill (case depending)
  — "speech" ; thoughts ; attacks
  — penned by Icey ! ; link to tags
  — link to toyhouse
  — funny guy art by waluigipinball​

 

[GENTLESTORM]

✦ His heart feels heavy and stings for a few seconds remembering that most of the other cats had gone on ahead to ensure that the cure arrived to the clans as quick as possible. Hailstorm having already bid farewell to his best friend, Batwing, and now he rises to the voice of Flamewhisker. He looks to her with a soft gaze that held a hint or two of sadness within them but only for a mere heartbeat and the sepia tom nods his head "Of course, Flamewhisker. I'd be more than happy to help," He knows that they'll be slowed down by Stormpaw but it makes him wonder when they'll arrive back to the clans and when... Would they be easier to pick off as well? He tries not to think of that as he approaches both mother and daughter, his eyes briefly glancing to the mollys legs and ponders... Would she ever be able to walk again?

A small part of him doubts it and he glances to the skies briefly, Starclan had been watching over Stormpaw... Maybe even Little Wolf and this is why she's still alive and breathing. The large tom focuses once more onto the pair and ready to help, he confirms it silently with a nod of his head.

* ˚✦ YOU FOUND ME HERE; UNDERGROUND

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  ✦ 48 moons old
  ✦ thunderclan warrior
  ✦ bisexual demiromantic; mates with little wolf
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ semi-difficult in combat; relies on strength and his burly build
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ✦ penned by bosstaurus

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[Periwinklebreeze.]

I'M NO BURDEN - NOT SO WORTHLESS
BENT SO MUCH THAT I JUST MIGHT BREAK ​

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periwinklebreeze ❀ 15 moons ❀ demi-boy ❀ he/they ❀ windclan moor runner​

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Already, peri feels useless - blue eye watching as Flamewhisker and the others get to work. There is not much he can do to help - frail figure and patchwork wounds slowing him down. Jaws part for a moment only to close in silence, turning away instead - and immediately bumping into someone. Face heats with shame - the change in his vision more troublesome and embarrassing than he'd expected. " S-sorry... didn't s-see, " it sounds lame even to his own ears - but oh well. Eye closes for a moment as he sighs, frustration mounting. This... is going to be a long trip back.

━ actions & " speech, " & 'thoughts/quotes' ━

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T H E ━ Q U E S T I O N S ━ T H A T ━ K E E P ━ M E ━ A W A K E

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// rolled a crit fail; anyone can be the one he bumps into

 

[Orangestar]

𝐵𝑈𝑇 𝑇𝑂 𝐴 𝑊𝑂𝑀𝐴𝑁, 𝐵𝑌 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐸𝑁𝐷 ✧ 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐋𝐋 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀

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  — orangeblossom | tags
  — she/her ; deputy of skyclan, mentoring eveningpaw.
  — scarred white-and-ginger she-cat with brown eyes.
  — "speech" ; thoughts
  — chibi by waluigipinball
  — penned by mercibun. @ me in any official tabbytales discord for plots.
  
  

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It had been strange, to send Slate and Figwhisker ahead with as much lungwort as they could carry. Neither had been far throughout this entire journjey, save for their stint in the tunnels, and now both would be so far from the group-- Periwinklebreeze bumps into her, scattering her thoughts like leaves in the wind and Orangeblossom grunts. Her jaws part in a snappish reply, but the words die on her tongue at his apology. At least he'd done that much. Instead, with Flamewhisker suggesting Hailstorm and Lightwhisker take the first shift at moving Stormpaw, she turns to the small grouping of ThunderClanners.

"I'll scout ahead a little, see if there's any ditches you need to avoid." Orangeblossom doesn't think she can do a whole lot else right now; the soreness in her leg has flared back up, unsurprising after the flight from the dogs and the way it had given way beneath her. She wouldn't be so lucky to escape the inevitable pain of the next day.

"Let's see what we can hunt in the meantime. Next few sunrises are going to be hard." This is directed towards the assortment of other Clan cats; namely the uninjured among them. They'd be moving slowly, pace fettered by the injured Stormpaw, but it would be good for Duskpool's shoulder and both Cherrypaw and Bobbie's wounds to keep a slower pace. Her tail flicks, thoughtful. "Don't go too far if you can help it."​

 

[GREENEYES]

Figfeather is no longer within range, her golden fur disappearing past the rising sun with the rest of the first group’s departure. It feels odd without her nearby - quieter, without everyone all together. However, it’s a distance Greeneyes can only remember is meant to be temporary, though one that feels like it will be long. Still, he’s made it this far, they all have - he, and the rest of the delayed party will return home soon enough.

While the mission he’s walked across mountains for will have been completed before he can set foot back into the forest, Greeneyes has a new one in front of him: ensuring that Stormpaw will return to the safety of her own home. It’s an objective that her mother gives thanks for, and one that the tom nods in response to as Flamewhisker chooses Hailstorm and Lightstrike first to aid in carrying the Thunder-born apprentice. It only makes sense, for the oak-dwellers to be the first tasked to carry their own.

A grunt from Orangeblossom causes Greeneyes to lift his head, malachite gaze catching sight of a Periwinklebreeze beside her, his own gaze masked with cobwebs as he stammers out an apology. The warrior blinks, moving to stand beside the tom he’s found himself growing close to during the duration of their trek. “Oh, careful! Do you want to —” An offer to walk beside him lost under the SkyClan deputy’s directions.

Hunting, right. Among the least injured in their dwindled party, Greeneyes will probably be most of use doing that. A freckled face bobs once more in acknowledgement, parting his jaws as he aims to catch onto a scent trail.

✦ ABOUT

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  GREENKIT ‣ GREENPAW ‣ GREENEYES, Warrior of SkyClan
  — Daisyflight x Raven Ramble
  — AMAB; He/Him
  — A red tabby and white tom with bright green eyes.
  — Mentored by Sheepcurl; Currently mentoring Falconpaw
  — "Speech"; Attack
  
  ✦･ﾟ: * — Among SkyClan's first born, Greeneyes is a bright tom with an affinity for the world around him. Despite always seeking to be kind to others, the warrior believes he's cursed - a belief brought on by rhetoric that green is a deadly color.

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