- Jan 1, 2023
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All Chrysaliswing wanted to do was take Jaypaw out to the Twolegplace.
The chimaeric tomcat had instructed his apprentice to hunt the crow that lie just in front of the Thunderpath, like a splint of night against the asphalt, with glittering stars for beady eyes. It seemed to goad the younger feline towards the Twolegplace as it planted twig-thin legs firmly just along the tar-black border between the concrete jungle and them. It had taken some harsh statements and spitting insults for her to finally agree to it, but she had. Inattentive gaze turned away just for a few moments, perhaps seeking reprieve in places other than the aroma of asphalt before him, as though it would pave darker memories into stone-walled mind. He didn't enjoy coming here, not when the Twolegs had caused his clan so much strife. Any time spent not looking at the ugly mug of the spiraling grey trees and the exhumed breaths of smoke was good enough for him. "Jaypaw, did you get that crow alre-" Reluctant mentor grumbled before a bloodcurdling scream cut him off, blade of bane slicing through impurity of idyll. It was unmistakable - that scream belonged to his apprentice.
"Jaypaw!" Chrysaliswing screeched as he saw how broken bone and scarlet sanguine married a marbled pelt, ugliness protruding out of what was once alive and beating, a raw and bloodied misfortune. Her eyes did not flutter open and her mouth did not expel sulfurous shout. Deathly quiet, knelled and kneaded into herself. No, no, no... Quickly did the warrior drag her by the scruff, his own jaws dripping in the red that flittered from damage to the body, and set her down upon the warm, springtide greens. In his haste, he had neglected to check for her pulse, mistaking the heat to come from blisters and gashes. Oh Starclan, Starclan please, help me! His breathing grew heavier and more frantic, as though his throat had filled with gristle and thorn instead of air, and the scent of death loomed ever-so-closer. The cat he had just talked to was now limp, lying too-still.
Chrysalis whipped around and dashed through the forest, pushing ungracefully past the knolls and breaking through the thickets - even as bedeviled heart willed him to go faster. He didn't want to wait to lug her all the way to the camp, and by then, she surely would have passed. Panic settled into him properly now, like it took hold of his veins and bristled through wind-whipped whiskers. Bursting through the mouth of the den, freneticism edged even once-narrowed eyes and frazzled fur, as if he had slipped and seen the own ghost of his death. "Jay - Jaypaw! Near the Twolegplace! She - She got trampled by a monster!" Words came whistling through short and hopping breaths, like petrous tongue had melted and exposed naked skin, like weakness had finally thawed through the mess.
The chimaeric tomcat had instructed his apprentice to hunt the crow that lie just in front of the Thunderpath, like a splint of night against the asphalt, with glittering stars for beady eyes. It seemed to goad the younger feline towards the Twolegplace as it planted twig-thin legs firmly just along the tar-black border between the concrete jungle and them. It had taken some harsh statements and spitting insults for her to finally agree to it, but she had. Inattentive gaze turned away just for a few moments, perhaps seeking reprieve in places other than the aroma of asphalt before him, as though it would pave darker memories into stone-walled mind. He didn't enjoy coming here, not when the Twolegs had caused his clan so much strife. Any time spent not looking at the ugly mug of the spiraling grey trees and the exhumed breaths of smoke was good enough for him. "Jaypaw, did you get that crow alre-" Reluctant mentor grumbled before a bloodcurdling scream cut him off, blade of bane slicing through impurity of idyll. It was unmistakable - that scream belonged to his apprentice.
"Jaypaw!" Chrysaliswing screeched as he saw how broken bone and scarlet sanguine married a marbled pelt, ugliness protruding out of what was once alive and beating, a raw and bloodied misfortune. Her eyes did not flutter open and her mouth did not expel sulfurous shout. Deathly quiet, knelled and kneaded into herself. No, no, no... Quickly did the warrior drag her by the scruff, his own jaws dripping in the red that flittered from damage to the body, and set her down upon the warm, springtide greens. In his haste, he had neglected to check for her pulse, mistaking the heat to come from blisters and gashes. Oh Starclan, Starclan please, help me! His breathing grew heavier and more frantic, as though his throat had filled with gristle and thorn instead of air, and the scent of death loomed ever-so-closer. The cat he had just talked to was now limp, lying too-still.
Chrysalis whipped around and dashed through the forest, pushing ungracefully past the knolls and breaking through the thickets - even as bedeviled heart willed him to go faster. He didn't want to wait to lug her all the way to the camp, and by then, she surely would have passed. Panic settled into him properly now, like it took hold of his veins and bristled through wind-whipped whiskers. Bursting through the mouth of the den, freneticism edged even once-narrowed eyes and frazzled fur, as if he had slipped and seen the own ghost of his death. "Jay - Jaypaw! Near the Twolegplace! She - She got trampled by a monster!" Words came whistling through short and hopping breaths, like petrous tongue had melted and exposed naked skin, like weakness had finally thawed through the mess.
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RIP Jaypaw you were a real one / PLEASE NOTE that Jaypaw's body will not be found by Skyclan. She will be adopted by Bluepaw's Twolegs.
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—— CHRYSALISWING / He/They / 24 Moons
—— Warrior of Skyclan / Mentoring n/a
—— A long-haired tomcat with chimaeric patterning. His left side is fully black and his right side is black splotched with sunset-orange. He has complete heterochromia, with his right eye being a bright green and his left eye being a glowering yellow.
—— Abrasive, temperamental, and critical. Approach at your own risk and engage at your own cost. Despite this, he is a hard worker and quick to call out what he finds wrong.
—— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.