BUT HEAVEN, NO HEAVEN DON'T HEAR ME ✧ steep cliffside

❀​❀ OH HOME, LET ME COME HOME ❀❀​
periwinklebreeze & 15 moons & demi-boy & he/they & windclan moor runner ​
He'd been foolish.

As the arguing finally dwindles down and cats begin to climb, peri waits - he doesn't want to be first, inexperienced as he is, but neither is he comfortable being the last. And so he watches, he listens - soaking in advice as he follows two-steps behind the first group, claws unsheathed as he all but clings to the rough surface. Breathing is a struggle - already, he feels dizzy, belly squirming with unease and fear of what now lies below him.

But he must keep going - he must. Everything is fine until the first cat slips - the sickening sound of a body hitting the stone is enough to have him freze. Whoever it was survives though, he hears grunts and grumbles but no screams. Eyes shut tight for a moment, and as h stand there frozen more cats join the endangered. Missing ledges, meeting dead ends - all of it, bad luck.

Skyclan's advice or not, it's a struggle. He's nearly up at last when it finally happens - the sudden sense of forbidding hitting just as legs wobble. Overbalancing,he slips - the awful sound of claws against stone as he yelps, height pitched and pitiful. The taste of blood is sharp upon his tongue - he's bitten it again, he thinks, but he can't focus on that. Hid legs dangle, kicking uselessly for a moment in mid-air as he struggles to pull himself back up - it's no use, his trembling forelegs are barely enough to support his weight, let alone drag his bodys weight back onto the ledge. Is this really it - is this going to be his end?

Couldn't starclan have chosen a less terrifying death at least?

— home is wherever I'm with you ❀
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    ooc: preplanned rescue by @DUSKPOOL - can be pushed or pulled back onto the ledge depending on where he is
    tw/cw: —
  • — a lithe figured black and white tom with a false-pointed pattern and clear blue eyes that gleam periwinkle in the right lighting. he seems perpetually worn and exhausted, with heavy bags beneath his eyes and a slouched posture. he has a speech impediment which leaves him with a stutter and sometimes even completely non-verbal, and his fluffy tail is adorned with carefully woven daisies.

    — physically medium && mentally easy && pacifist
    — non-violent powerplay allowed && healing powerplay allowed && minor injury powerplay allowed
    — please attack using [b][color=#ccccff]action here[/color][/b] and tag account

 
anger makes you stupid . stupid gets you killed .
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He grunted in response, tail flickering as he watched the kid clamber up, expression tense, but otherwise began his own climb. The muscle in his shoulder groaned in protest with each movement, claws digging into stone while his hindlegs scrambled for proper footing. It was familiar, but a hell of a lot harder when his claws couldn’t sink into softening wood, but mind-numbing stone. Duskpool wasn’t the strongest climber, but his strength wasn’t something to be questioned, even if he wasn’t at his fullest.

The male shifted, biting back a wince to suck in a shaky breath, gaze lingering above him with a hawk-like gaze, until he hears the high-pitched yelp below, head snapping downward with a half-spoken curse, watching the other’s hindlegs dangle. He didn’t waste a second, scaling down the massive cliff side ( he wasn’t very far ), shoulder burning until he found a decent paw hold, teeth clamping down on the other’s scruff, baring the WindClanner’s weight until a pop of his joint dislocating and the searing pain that came with it almost made him let go. Damnit.

His chest shuddered, ignoring the white-hot agony to secure his grip on the frightened WindClanner, dragging the other up and over the ledge. He let go once he deemed it a safe enough distance from the ledge, breath ragged. “Idiot.” He muttered, his voice strained. “Could have gotten yerself killed.” He didn’t want to think about what might have happened, but his shoulder was sure as hell making it hard to think, slithering away from everyone to nurse his injury or get a feeling of what the popping was.

/ rescuing @Periwinklebreeze. ​
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❀​❀ OH HOME, LET ME COME HOME ❀❀​
periwinklebreeze & 15 moons & demi-boy & he/they & windclan moor runner ​
Teeth draw him upwards, his legs finally find purchase as they work together to save him from his fall. The words barked his direction unsettle him - hurting like a wound. He wants to refute them, wants to tell duskpool that it wasn't on purpose, he hadn't exactly meant too fall, but they fail him as he stands there, legs trembling like a baby deer. "Th-th-thank you," he manages, hardly more than a whisper, and he almost cries. He doesn't of course, but it's a close thing - blue gaze is damp and blurry as he makes the rest of the climb with even more caution than before, until at last it is over. He did it - he's safe.

— home is wherever I'm with you ❀
  • Actions && "Speech," && ' Thoughts/Quotes '

    ooc: && out
    tw/cw: —
  • — a lithe figured black and white tom with a false-pointed pattern and clear blue eyes that gleam periwinkle in the right lighting. he seems perpetually worn and exhausted, with heavy bags beneath his eyes and a slouched posture. he has a speech impediment which leaves him with a stutter and sometimes even completely non-verbal, and his fluffy tail is adorned with carefully woven daisies.

    — physically medium && mentally easy && pacifist
    — non-violent powerplay allowed && healing powerplay allowed && minor injury powerplay allowed
    — please attack using [b][color=#ccccff]action here[/color][/b] and tag account

 
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