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-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS IS PLACED CURRENTLY DURING THE BATTLE! ORANGEHEART LEFT EARLY TO TRY AND ATTEMPT TO GET HELP FOR MYRTLEPAW BUT SHE IS NOT ALIVE!!
cw for blood and death!
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"c-come on... just... a bit further..."
he's exhausted. amberhaze, his opponent, had done everything in his power to exhaust him in an attempt to make him easier to subdue. ultimately, it worked. but somehow, the killer had a heart in the moment. maybe orangeheart's pleas had been enough for something because he let him leave. it means a lot, and orangeheart knows that he shouldn't be grateful for narrowly escaping death again but it's... not the same for his dear friend. one of his best friends had her life stolen from her, and in spite of knowing– seeing the proof for himself– he still holds onto the slim chance she's still there. still alive. still can be saved. optimism is his curse to carry, it seem, as he tries so hard to make it back to camp. he trips over something and myrtlepaw's limp body falls off of him, his eyes widening as he rushes over to try and pick her up again. he just can't. he's too weak, too tired. she has to get up so he can help her. stars, please let her get up.
"n-no no, oh, golly– i'm sorry, i didnt mean t...to... yiu have to get up, myrtlepaw. I can't.. I can't carry you... it's... I can't... please... please don't leave me..."
he feels like he's trembling way too much. tears fall onto her pelt and he feels worse. oh, he's getting her dirty.
"ah! i– didn't mean to.. come on... come on."
he grabs onto her scruff, the only thing he can manage to do now is to drag her the rest of the way. the medicine cats are out, fighting still, but there had to be someone here to help. stars, let there be someone to help. why were they gone? why... why didn't he save her? why couldn't he have saved her? was this what it meant to be a warrior? to watch everyone he loved die? watching them leave him? he tries to hold back the broken sobs that leave him hiccuping, and barely able to catch his breath. he's never cried once in front of a single cat– aside from maybe gentlestorm but did that really count if he wasn't really crying?. he'd briefly teared up, but this is different. he never not wore a smile– but he can't even bring himself to fake that. he can't bring himself to do anything but collapse over the body of his friend, blood stained pushing to her wound, as he wails against her.
"s-someone please... help... help her..."
// edit: he is aware she can't be helped and will likely not want anyone to touch her body rn!
cw for blood and death!
//
"c-come on... just... a bit further..."
he's exhausted. amberhaze, his opponent, had done everything in his power to exhaust him in an attempt to make him easier to subdue. ultimately, it worked. but somehow, the killer had a heart in the moment. maybe orangeheart's pleas had been enough for something because he let him leave. it means a lot, and orangeheart knows that he shouldn't be grateful for narrowly escaping death again but it's... not the same for his dear friend. one of his best friends had her life stolen from her, and in spite of knowing– seeing the proof for himself– he still holds onto the slim chance she's still there. still alive. still can be saved. optimism is his curse to carry, it seem, as he tries so hard to make it back to camp. he trips over something and myrtlepaw's limp body falls off of him, his eyes widening as he rushes over to try and pick her up again. he just can't. he's too weak, too tired. she has to get up so he can help her. stars, please let her get up.
"n-no no, oh, golly– i'm sorry, i didnt mean t...to... yiu have to get up, myrtlepaw. I can't.. I can't carry you... it's... I can't... please... please don't leave me..."
he feels like he's trembling way too much. tears fall onto her pelt and he feels worse. oh, he's getting her dirty.
"ah! i– didn't mean to.. come on... come on."
he grabs onto her scruff, the only thing he can manage to do now is to drag her the rest of the way. the medicine cats are out, fighting still, but there had to be someone here to help. stars, let there be someone to help. why were they gone? why... why didn't he save her? why couldn't he have saved her? was this what it meant to be a warrior? to watch everyone he loved die? watching them leave him? he tries to hold back the broken sobs that leave him hiccuping, and barely able to catch his breath. he's never cried once in front of a single cat– aside from maybe gentlestorm but did that really count if he wasn't really crying?. he'd briefly teared up, but this is different. he never not wore a smile– but he can't even bring himself to fake that. he can't bring himself to do anything but collapse over the body of his friend, blood stained pushing to her wound, as he wails against her.
"s-someone please... help... help her..."
// edit: he is aware she can't be helped and will likely not want anyone to touch her body rn!
┌── honestly, i thought that i would be dead by now
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calling security, keeping my head held down──┐
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ORANGEHEART ✩ he/they, warrior of thunderclan, 14 moons.
⭃ rather large polydactyl orange tabby with white markings, green eyes, a broken left hind leg, who's also littered in scars
⭃ npc x npc // no known family. mother is deceased
⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
↛ can hold his own in battle. semi easy to win against due to mostly using defensive moves. does not attack offensively.
⭃ penned by scar ↛ @salemdraws on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
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