sensitive topics don't you forget about your friend death — swimming accident

[FOXTAIL]

The lead warrior crouches at the bank of the river, and with the last few warm days in a mostly harsh leaf-bare... his eyes set upon a fast, rapid current. The tom isn't alone, as of course Foxtail would lead his patrol to the river. Even though the current is a little... wild, that doesn't mean they'll be unable to catch something. They'll have to pay attention to what swims in front of them, and if they're quick enough... perhaps they can bring prey back to camp. If we can't find anything here, we can always hunt by land nearby. Foxtail thinks to himself, as he scans the rapid river before him.... but an ear pricks up at the splash of water.

The lead warrior pulls his gaze away from the river, and onto Fishpaw, an apprentice with one moon of training under his belt. He barely gets to blink before the silver tabby is yanked into the river, overpowered by his catch. Water splashes on the shore, and Foxtail is quick to jump onto his paws. "F-Fishpaw!" He loudly exclaims, before plunging into the ice cold, rapid, water himself. The current is strong, but even with a racing heart, the lead warrior fights it. It feels like moons, but he reaches the apprentice.... whom is struggling to get to the surface.

Biting down on the apprentice's scruff, Foxtail forces them to reach the surface.... and to his relief, he hears Fishpaw gasp for air. "...You're o-okay!" Foxtail says through muffled fur, as he and the apprentice swim for the shore. His patrolmates stand at the shore with their pelts bristled, but he sees relief in their eyes.... this could've gone south. He nudges the apprentice to swim forward, as they near the shore, and he watches as Fishpaw's mentor pulls him out of the river by his scruff.

The apprentice scrambles out of the river, visibly shaking, and the lead warrior takes a step forward in the flowing water. He reaches for the shore, with the intention to pull himself out of the frigid river, but even he could not predict a violent wave crashing into him. He barely gets to blink before the sight of his clanmates are replaced by a violent current, as it thrashes him into rocks and sediment. His body is bashed against jagged rocks, and his eyes widen.... as pain he cannot begin to describe begins to throb at his back, left, hind leg.

He begins to lose consciousness from the pain, not noticing that a stronger swimmer jumped into the ruthless rapids to swim after him. He is unconscious, when they drag him out to shore.

"Someone go get Moonbeam! And Robinheart!" The clanmate yowls, before looking back at Foxtail.... horror flashing in their eyes. "Oh stars... Look at his leg. It's broken, isn't it?"​

𝐨𝐨𝐜 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭

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  credit to raphaelion (via da) for the artwork <3
• Foxtail

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  lead warrior
  26 moons
  warmhearted
  timid
  experience: trained
  backstory: [HYPERLINK]
  biography: [HYPERLINK]
  credit to rai for the chibi <3
  

  cisgender male [he / him]
  eyes: green
  pelt: cinnamon/chocolate
  fur length: long
  parents: dawnflower and redfur (riverclan npcs)
  

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[BEEFANG]

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ Beefang had been hunting with the rest of the patrol with her gaze focused onto the water in front of her and prays that she would catch something today though she can't focus on the task at paw for too long when suddenly, one of the apprentices fall into the rushing waters. "Oh no," She seems to swear ready to throw herself forward but it seems that Foxtail beats her to it and she watches from the shore as he's able to scruff the apprentice and bring him back so that Fishpaw could climb out carefully. The black smoke draws near to make sure that the apprentice didn't recieve any injuries during his fall and simply sees that he's in brief shock, she nudges them away from the water and ready to send the apprentice home but then Foxtail's sent back into the water by a violent wave "Fuck! I got you, fishbrain." Without another moment of hesitation, the black smoke throws herself into the water to swim after the chimera and a shaky breath slips from her jaws as the water chills her body.

It takes her a bit to reach the other but her teeth bite down onto his scruff and she tries to keep the both of them above water so that they didn't end up drowning, Beefang drags the two of them back to shore noticing how Foxtail seems to be losing conciousness and she turns to one of her clanmates barking out an order "Someone go get Moonbeam!" There's a pause as she tries to catch her breath from having to make sure she didn't die while saving the other lead warrior's pelt too, "And Robinheart! Go! Now!" A sharp snap of her jaws like some rabid creature in hopes that they'd heed her orders and be swift on their paws, her tattered ear flicks when another clanmate mentions his leg and her eyebrows knit together in confusion "His... his leg?" Her lone eye focuses onto his left hind leg realizing that it isn't looking right in the slightest and she's no medicine cat but it doesn't seem to look all that great, she swallows trying to hold back her disgust and another pant leaves her jaws.

She draws closer to the warrior as she starts to curl some of her body around him so that she'd share some of her body heat and laps at his soaked fur "You better not fucking die, Foxtail... Riverclan still needs you." Beefang mutters for his ears alone and hopes that their clanmate would be quick to retrieve her mate and her apprentice, her sides still rising and falling quickly as she tries to soothe the rapid beating of her own heart. They're lucky that neither of them had died to the cold and unforgivable leaf-bare river, a sigh slips from her jaws trying not to dwell on the thought for much longer.

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BEEFANGㅤBIOGRAPHYㅤ/ㅤTOYHOU.SE
✦ㅤtrans female (she / her)ㅤ/ㅤasexual homoromantic, taken by moonbeam
✦ㅤ18 moons oldㅤ/ㅤages realistically, every 10th of the month
✦ㅤwarrior of riverclan for 6 moons
✦ㅤsmokestar x cicadastarㅤ/ㅤolder sister to cicadaflight & loveburn
✦ㅤmentoring roepawㅤ/ㅤmentored by smokestar & houndstride
✦ㅤpenned by BossTaurusㅤ/ㅤmessage bosstaurus on discord for plots!
✦ "speech", thoughts, & attacking ; uses brute strength, fights dirty/unfair, and will end/start fights
a short/curly-haired black smoke moggy littered in several scars, missing a toe on one of her paws, and has a lone amber eye w/low white

 

[iciclefang]

ICICLEFANG

SHE / HER ◆ RIVERCLAN WARRIOR

Accidents happen so swiftly in the river; Foxtail is awarded only moments of relief after rescuing Fishpaw before the water flings him with tempestuous violence into the sediment. Iciclefang watches from the shore, horror stark in her blue eyes. Beefang takes to the water, submerging herself against the current; the tortoiseshell wonders if she should follow, or if doing so would be foolish. If we all drown, we're no help to anybody, she reminds herself, and thankfully, Beefang emerges, sodden and frenzied. She drags Foxail to shore, and Iciclefang can see even from her distance that his leg is bent at an impossible angle.

"Someone go get Moonbeam! And Robinheart! Go, now!" The ebony-furred lead warrior's command is a short, desperate bark, brittle with worry. Iciclefang nods once, seeing the urgency in her superior's voice, in the awful way Foxtail's hindleg hangs. She twists, pelting the shore and the wetlands until she breaks into RiverClan's camp.

"Foxtail… tossed into the rocks," she explains, breathless; she peers into the medicine cats' den, searching for moon-white fur, for a red-splashed chest. "His leg… it doesn't look good. He can't walk on it." She kneads the ground impatiently. "Grab what you need. I'll take you there. He needs help before he can get back to camp."

She'll wait for either both healers or just one of them before she turns back, leading them through the reeds and toward the shore where Beefang sits sentry with Foxtail.

ooc:

returning to camp to get @Moonbeam and @robinheart ; taking the healers back toward the shore

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Iciclefang is a warrior of RiverClan. She has a muscular build beneath short, sleek tortoiseshell fur. The upper half of her muzzle breaks into white, stretching up and across her face in a sharp point. Her paws and the tip of her tail are white, as well. Iciclefang's eyes are a deep blue.

Mudpelt x Icesparkle / sibling to Lilybloom, Steepsnout, Darkwhisker, Ferngill / mate to none / former mate to Stormywing / mother to Cragpaw, Pinefrost, and Crabchill
mentored by Smokestar / previously mentored Cicadaflight and Pinefrost / mentoring none
32 moons old as of 01/17/2025

penned by Marquette

 

[MIDNIGHTASH]

જ➶ With a sudden jerk the molly jolts up as Iciclefang bursts into camp. Her eyes are wide, alert for any possible danger given the way the other looks. Then the situation is explained and she pushes herself to her paws. Her maw tightens a little at the description of Foxtail and his leg. It doesn't look good and he can't walk on it. The rocks must have really messed his leg up if that is the case and she huffs sharply as she approaches the healers. "Do you need a hand carrying anything? I can take what you need to Foxtail." She can help with that much. Her paws are antsy given the situation and she can only hope that everything will be okay. She may not exactly think much of Foxtail but she does not wish harm against him. He is a Riverclanner and thus she will try her best to help where she can. ​

 

[shellpool]

the river gives. it gives, and it gives, and just as quickly, it takes away. a random sacrifice, an offering, something to keep riverclan strong and bountiful. it is a necessary ritual — their history is written in the blood of the drowned, repaid twofold in the form of large litters and mighty catches. the river is unforgiving. the river has taken kits, warriors, medicine cats, leaders and eaten them alive. accidents come quickly, and the moment fishpaw is washed away, shellpool feels dread build in the rabbitquick pulse of her heart. she doesn't have time to scream, doesn't think it would matter anyway before foxtail takes to the churning waves. the lilac tabby staggers towards the shoreline, horror painting bloodlet eyes dark as he throws the apprentice towards the shallows and is promptly swallowed up himself.

eye for an eye.

beefang leaps into the torrent immediately, scruffs him amongst the froth and drags him to where shellpool meets her with nose frantically pressing to the tom's side. alive ( a bad omen . . she pushes her worries aside for later ). his side is fluttering, but his eyes are closed and — oh stars, look at his leg! someone hollers, unhelpfully, and rosen eyes flick back like thorns, holding a scathing glare while iciclefang and midnightash pelt off into the undergrowth to fetch moonbeam. waves of cool air clings to his drenched body and, yes, his leg is mangled at his back like twisted reed. it looks awful, like nothing she's ever seen, and shellpool can only picture her kit days — when she ran towards him for safety, and he held her above shattering ice just before it gave way to her little paws. she swallows against the bile in her throat to murmur a soft, frantic, " oh, foxtail . . " before crouching and beginning to lap his fur backwards the way beefang did, praying selfishly that the leafbare cold did not seep the rest of his life from him before their medics arrive.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ₊˚໒꒱ 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒

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• SHELLPOOL . 𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𓆝 ࿐ SHE / HER, 14☽s OLD. WARRIOR OF RIVERCLAN ; HAZECLOUD xx LICHENSTAR. SMELLS LIKE SALT & RIVER BLOOMS. PENNED BY ANTLERS ---------------- ° ❀ ⋆
  frail alabaster molly with lilac striping and watery amber eyes.

  

  she is pallid ; platinum splotched with ribbons of dovey lilac curls, wisped ends like memories of a distant shore and plush enough to conceal the juts of malnutrition beneath. tufted eiderdown fur conceals a body worn thin by tumultuous youth, too thin in some places and round with stubborn baby fat in others. her face is delicately constructed as the rest of her ; heart - shaped, fragile, tendered with warmly shadowed eyes. beneath the languor of lapis - veined lids, her gaze brims a rheumy, rosen tinge — ruddy like a pulsing bruise, curtained with heavy lashes that keep her serenely half - lidded.
  

  LIVING WITH LONGTERM ILLNESS ; always exhibiting the symptoms of a lingering cold, most notably a runny nose and eyes. not contagious unless specified otherwise.

 

[LOVEBURN]

✦•··········•✦•··········•✦ All he can think as he watches Beefang drag the battered body of Foxtail to shore is that she shouldn't have bothered. It's fortunate that Fishpaw is safe due to the warrior's interference, and he is relieved for the apprentice's well-being, but for Beefang to risk her own health on behalf of that foxhearted creature is...vexing. She is fine, of course, because the river wouldn't dare thrash her about, but the same cannot be said for Foxtail.

Good. He deserves it, sniveling to Lichenstar after Beefang lost her toe to that ThunderClanner, a skirmish he may very well have played a role in orchestrating. The river's savaging of the warrior's leg is irrefutable proof to Loveburn that Foxtail seeks to cause Cicadastar's blood harm, and so he does not move to follow Iciclefang (such a thing is hardly necessary) or to lick at his soaked pelt like Shellpool. Instead, he pads forward to his sister and begins grooming her, pressed up close to share his warmth with her, and all the while his chest floods with a dark, bloody-mawed satisfaction.

Let every cat who would harm his family break upon river stones.

"We'll need to warm up Fishpaw, too," he murmurs, glancing at the apprentice.

loveburn (formerly lovepaw and starlightpaw) — currently eighteen moons old
son of cicadastar & smokestar — brother to cicadaflight & beefang — he / him
single & not really looking — peaceful/nonviolent actions may be powerplayed
please note that loveburn has persecutory delusions & sometimes personal prose
will make patently untrue assumptions and mischaracterizations of other people.

 

[robinheart]

Robinheart is engrossed in her duties when reeds bend and break to a quick moving force. Her heart, fragile and easily startled, lurches at the memory of thundering paws and bowed reeds. Hungry jowls and hunting howl that split the air before splitting bone and flesh. Oh how such a frightful memory is now history repeating itself — though not with baying hound rather racing water.

Citrine eyes snap to the breathless form of Iciclefang. Robinheart's blood turns to ice at the broken explanation; her own crooked hind leg aches with sympathy for the lead warrior in need of her help. Of Moonbeam's help. "Grab… a stick, Iciclefang. Something sturdy enough to bind his leg to," the tortoiseshell instructs as she scrambles to her paws and looks sidelong at Moonbeam. The pale moggy has bound a broken leg before… and Robinheart bore witness to the binding of her leg.

Midnightash's offer falls upon distant attention and it takes a few seconds before the medicine cat apprentice engages — lost in hurried thought. "Please carry this," she instructs as she grabs rush from the stores and deposits it before the lead warrior. The dandelion to ease his pain can be carried by herself or Moonbeam.

"Take us to him, please," Robinheart finally asks of Iciclefang, their materials gathered but thoughts scattered to the tide that battered her friend. Even as they traverse the territory, her heart never ceases thundering and worrying.​

[ penned by kerms ]​

 

[bubbleburst]

〔✦〕It is Beefang's cry for Moonbeam and Robinheart that draws Bubbleburst, scrambling and sprinting, to the scene. She crashes through the reeds on the shoreline and skids to a halt. It's a terrible scene: Foxtail drenched and limp, his leg at a terrible angle, and many clanmates scrambling to help him. For a long, stupid moment Bubbleburst is frozen in shock and terror. Death is familiar to the molly; she has witnessed a number of terrible things, but it doesn't seem to get any easier.

"Should we carry him back...? The wind is so cold..." Bubbleburst asks breathlessly as she finally finds the momentum to join the sides of Shellpool and Beefang. The scene is almost entirely too much for the young warrior to handle. She crouches and begins to help them lick his fur in reverse. It's all that she can do while they wait for Robinheart and Moonbeam to come to his rescue, but time is running out. The cold of riverwater is merciless and his injury is severe.

sucker love, a box i choose ( no other box i choose to use ) !!

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• BUBBLEBURST —— warrior of riverclan , mentoring twinklepaw . mudjaw x breezeflower . littermate to swanpaw ✦ penned by carat
  ✦ she/her / 16 moons & ages every 13th
  ✦ single / bisexual / open to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— not a strong fighter, often prefers diplomacy and strategy over strength and battle skills
  
  ✦ "speech", 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
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  a mediumhaired silver marbled tabby with moderate white and blue eyes

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