camp I CAN'T BE &. headache

[SPLINTERPAW.]

SHOULDA TAKEN A BREAK, NOT AN OXFORD COMMA​

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stress and grief always manifested. it didn't matter what anyone did, whether it was emotional or physical, there was no stopping it. as much as splinterpaw tried to hide behind a wall of anger, and a coldness to shrug off their shoulders when anything happened, they cannot escape their own perils of simply being a cat filled with so many emotions that is paralyzes them. as they sit and stare at the fresh kill pile, they try and make a decision. they dont realize that with each moment they sit, their head's pounding gets more and more worse.

before they even know it, they've been sitting here far too long for it to make sense. their vision blurs in and out as they try and think about what they're doing, pressing a paw to their temple and rubbing as if they will offer some kind of comfort to the slamming sensation in their head. their body shakes when they breath in and out, and with a few blinks, their brows furrow at the feel of something wet down their nose and the front of their muzzle. they move their paw to check, only to be confused by the stream of crimson from their nose.

"s...seriously? shit."

the apprentice grumbles, moving to simply hang their head, trying to ignore the smell of their own blood as their headache worsens. they don't feel good, which sucks because they had so many things they needed to do. but like this? they can't do anything but suffer the consequences of whatever causes this ailment.

// haha fuckin loser. beaming my chronic headaches to them immediately

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[SCORCHSTAR]

༄༄ The days go by slowly, filled with grief, yet still Scorchstar manages to stand strong against the onslaught. They have faced worse before, and they will face worse still, but the death of Scorchstorm has struck them harder than they could ever imagine. Their mirror image, a reflection in the glassy surface of a pond, she was never meant to die before them. She was meant to succeed them, to lead WindClan, to stand as Scorchstar's most trusted advisor until the day of the leader's death. But now... that's all crumbled. Every hope, every idea, every plan... gone with the snap of a predator's teeth and claws.

Shaking themself, the calico makes their way across camp in search of their apprentices. There is work to be done today, and stewing in grief will not get the work done for them. It is quickly that she finds Splinterpaw, hunched near the prey pile and sitting still. "We will be checking the RiverClan border today, so be prepared for-" Her voice vanishes as she takes in the sight of her apprentice. They look dazed, even in pain, and it immediately lights concern within fiery gold eyes. "Splinterpaw? You need to get to Cottonsprig and Celandinepaw—right away." The tone is muddled, a mix between determined leader and terrified aunt but it holds no space for argument. Splinterpaw doesn't even look like they could argue, even if they wanted—confused and out of sorts as they are.

OF THE FOLKLORE AND THE FABLES ☽♰☾ SHE’S THE TALLEST TALE OF ALL

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  SCORCHSTAR ⋆⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺⋆ she/they, leader of windclan, tunneler
  ༄ 8/9 lives. (IC, it is believed that she still has all 9 lives)
  ༄ small, slim flame-streaked calico with fiery golden eyes. stern and serious, ferociously protective of her clanmates.
  ༄ mate to bluepool ; sibling to rattleheart & rabbitclaw
  ༄ mentor to bilberrypaw & splinterpaw
  ༄ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ༄ penned by foxlore

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