sensitive topics did the four winds blow him away - missing

[BRONZESHINE]

"sign another deal" addict
bronzeshine | 30 moons | female| she/her | physically moderate | mentally hard | attack in underline

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Breathe...

Bronzeshine forced air into her lungs with a loud gasp as she broke the surface of the water. Lately she'd been spending longer and longer under the water. The burn in her lungs made her feel alive like nothing else. The weariness it brought to her muscles was second to the fog it brought to her mind. The depravation was like a drug, addictive and deadly. She pulled herself from the water near the border. She had figured she wouldn't be interrupted if she stayed further away from camp. So far this had been true.

As she rested on the pebbly shore of the river, a rustle in the bushes caught her attention. Too big to be a piece of prey. She pushed herself up, the water soaking her pelt forgotten momentarily. "Show yourself, coward" she commanded. The fire in her voice was dim, but never extinguished. Slitted green eyes nearly imperceptibly widened as a small group of rouges pushed their way out of the bushes. "Well, if you insist," the clear leader of the group was almost offensively cliche in his delivery. If not for the obvious danger she was in, Bronzeshine would've rolled her eyes.

The one to her left suddenly leapt for her, knocking her to the ground. The wind was knocked from her lungs, making her gasp for air. The repeated depriving herself of oxygen was catching up to her, her reflexes failed her in that moment. Her head spun as she desperately tried to find purchase on the ever-shifting ground. Pain seared her as claws raked down her flank. She kicked out wildly, catching the jaw of one of them. She couldn't even tell who was who at that point. Somehow, she managed to stand again, a break in the chaos. StarClan, help me! she thought. The ruddy she-cat let out a yowl of pain when teeth met her tail, only for darkness to consume her as she was knocked into a rock.

// Bronzeshine is NOT dead, but has been kidnapped! She will not be able to be tracked. (If anyone wants their rouges to be the ones kidnapping her, be my guest, we can chat about future plots if you wish)

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[lichenstar]

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CLAIM THE BURIAL I SEEK IN DREAMS FLOWING RIVER CEMETARY ✧

• It wasn't in her imagining that she'd be counting the individual pelts in her camp to make sure no one was left behind. In the cold of winter they'd lost sight of several of their warriors to the blinding snow and it had been dumb luck to see Oddfish again, adorned in kittypet decor and happy beyond reasoning. The relief of chasing out the Twolegs had made her clan-mates cocky maybe... comfortable that the quiet of the riverways was truly theirs to command.
  
  They do not subscribe to the same paranoid uncertainty of their leader, who trails the paw-worn paths with a nervous click of her tongue. The fish flood the waters and invite hungry fishers to the wayside... it would be foolish to assume those could only be RiverClanners, that they couldn't be racoons or foxes or any other manner of predator. Intruders with a knack for learning to steal.
  
  Bronzeshine's scent ends here.... diluted by the dampness of the fur that had left it... gravel-grit stones shift under-paw in a cowardly manner, eager to cover the tracks of anyone who passed through. Frustration bubbles in the lynx point's chest, turning to glance back towards the sound of approaching bodies. "Her scent's here.... but... it doesn't go... anywhere. Do you... smell something?" A clue? Anything that might give them the relief of knowing she hadn't drowned out here all alone?
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[MIDNIGHTASH]

જ➶ Being on a patrol gives her something to do. Something to keep her mind busy and working is her strong suit. That and hunting. Bringing home the prey that is needed to feed her clan. At least some of them anyway. Her visage is silent and quiet as she follows after her leader, scanning the river bank and along the shoreline. It has been quiet these days, evident by how relaxed most of the clan has grown. Personally she finds herself a little calmer, not as hostlle to jump down someone else's throat. At least for the moment. Her muzzle twitches as she pauses in her steps, almost bumping into the molly before her that has come to a stop. Her eyes hold nothing but curiosity before she hears just what made Lichenstar pause. Right, Bronzeshine hasn't been seen and that is the reason for them being out here now. Anything could have happened and her tail snaps back and forth, eyes narrowing.

Then she breathes in, lowering her nose to the ground and creeping forward. Her nose is not as keen as some but she will give it a try. Her ears pull back as she tries to trace the scent of their clanmate but soon a slow feeling of defeat crawls up her spine. "I can't figure out where it goes. The water muddies up the scent too much." What happened here is another question. Was there a fight? Did Bronze fall into the river and couldn't get out? ​