I TOLD YOU ONCE, I CAN'T DO THIS AGAIN
If there was one thing Roepaw detested, it was early morning patrols. The mornings were still far too cold, and she didn’t fully wake up until they were already on their way back to camp.
At least now, however, she had someone to walk alongside with. The two trail just behind their mentor, but Roepaw is still groggy and rigid from the frosted breeze, and she can’t muster the energy for idle chit-chat.
The milky hued sky cast a muted shadow, only encouraging the tugging at the mollys eye lids.
"Whoever invented dawn patrols must have had bats in their brain" she hummed softly to Burnpaw. There had been a time where she actually enjoyed being up with the sun, but that was quick to change.
The faint rushing of the waterfall told Roepaw that the patrol was close, and the cinnamon apprentice perked up the slightest bit. Despite not being able to swim, Roepaw didn’t mind the river, even if the breeze seemed to bite a bit more.
She can almost see Sunning Rocks through the tree line as the patrol begins the slight descent towards the river bank, the slope barely noticeable spare for the muddy dips in the ground.
She can hear the warriors grumble a low warning towards the two apprentices to be careful around the river, though she can tell their pointed looks are more directed at her more than anything.
They turn heads and Roepaw rolls her eyes towards Burnpaw before her head turns towards the river.
She hops up on to a rock that sticks out from the bank, hazy green optics scanning the other side for any sign of Riverclanners.
With a glance over her shoulder towards the warriors, she hops another short distance, but this time to a flat-headed rock just a tail length from the bank, staying close just like she was told, and an old enough apprentice that she had been granted a little more trust than she used to have with her wandering.
When she lands, her back leg almost slips out from under her, but she’s able to steady herself without any trouble.
She’s still looking at her paws when a loud bark comes from behind her.
ROEPAW!
It’s a harsh scold if anything, but on instinct Roepaw snaps her head back towards the warrior that called her back, a defense for herself is already on her lips.
The movement ripples from her neck, to her spine that curves with her turn, to the forepaw she raises to display her surprise.
The jolt in her once steady stance rocks her with a yelp, she can feel her singular forepaw that remained on the ground slip, and she falls.
To her clanmates, she’d be gone in a blink.
She crashes through the murky surface, her fight or flight being kicked into action, but all she can do is kick uselessly. Her small size and lack of swimming skills proving to be useless against the rivers current as she tumbles through, her nostrils burning, and her muscles becoming rigid from the cold.
As her pelt saturates, she sinks despite her desperate flailing, green eyes squinted against the freezing water to crane up to the the light blue surface.
She doesn’t know how much longer it is before her limbs stopped moving, perhaps it was the moment they began to burn, or when she dipped below the natural current.
Strangely enough however, even when her eyes feel as though they are beginning to bulge and her throat like it’s bursting at the seams, all she can notice is the deep blue that surrounds her. What was a daunting black while she was on top of her rock, has transformed into a brilliant sapphire. Slowly she blinks upward, she doesn’t think she can get out of this one.
one… two…breathe.
"speech."
[please wait for @BURNPAW !
Tldr; while on a dawn patrol along the river, Roepaw ventured out just passed the river bank to get a better look at the other side, when a warrior yells at her to scold her, she slips and falls into the river]
At least now, however, she had someone to walk alongside with. The two trail just behind their mentor, but Roepaw is still groggy and rigid from the frosted breeze, and she can’t muster the energy for idle chit-chat.
The milky hued sky cast a muted shadow, only encouraging the tugging at the mollys eye lids.
"Whoever invented dawn patrols must have had bats in their brain" she hummed softly to Burnpaw. There had been a time where she actually enjoyed being up with the sun, but that was quick to change.
The faint rushing of the waterfall told Roepaw that the patrol was close, and the cinnamon apprentice perked up the slightest bit. Despite not being able to swim, Roepaw didn’t mind the river, even if the breeze seemed to bite a bit more.
She can almost see Sunning Rocks through the tree line as the patrol begins the slight descent towards the river bank, the slope barely noticeable spare for the muddy dips in the ground.
She can hear the warriors grumble a low warning towards the two apprentices to be careful around the river, though she can tell their pointed looks are more directed at her more than anything.
They turn heads and Roepaw rolls her eyes towards Burnpaw before her head turns towards the river.
She hops up on to a rock that sticks out from the bank, hazy green optics scanning the other side for any sign of Riverclanners.
With a glance over her shoulder towards the warriors, she hops another short distance, but this time to a flat-headed rock just a tail length from the bank, staying close just like she was told, and an old enough apprentice that she had been granted a little more trust than she used to have with her wandering.
When she lands, her back leg almost slips out from under her, but she’s able to steady herself without any trouble.
She’s still looking at her paws when a loud bark comes from behind her.
ROEPAW!
It’s a harsh scold if anything, but on instinct Roepaw snaps her head back towards the warrior that called her back, a defense for herself is already on her lips.
The movement ripples from her neck, to her spine that curves with her turn, to the forepaw she raises to display her surprise.
The jolt in her once steady stance rocks her with a yelp, she can feel her singular forepaw that remained on the ground slip, and she falls.
To her clanmates, she’d be gone in a blink.
She crashes through the murky surface, her fight or flight being kicked into action, but all she can do is kick uselessly. Her small size and lack of swimming skills proving to be useless against the rivers current as she tumbles through, her nostrils burning, and her muscles becoming rigid from the cold.
As her pelt saturates, she sinks despite her desperate flailing, green eyes squinted against the freezing water to crane up to the the light blue surface.
She doesn’t know how much longer it is before her limbs stopped moving, perhaps it was the moment they began to burn, or when she dipped below the natural current.
Strangely enough however, even when her eyes feel as though they are beginning to bulge and her throat like it’s bursting at the seams, all she can notice is the deep blue that surrounds her. What was a daunting black while she was on top of her rock, has transformed into a brilliant sapphire. Slowly she blinks upward, she doesn’t think she can get out of this one.
one… two…breathe.
"speech."
[please wait for @BURNPAW !
Tldr; while on a dawn patrol along the river, Roepaw ventured out just passed the river bank to get a better look at the other side, when a warrior yells at her to scold her, she slips and falls into the river]
