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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[Doekit.]

"Your nose is bleeding," Doekit squeaked as she lingered nearby, but not too close, looking rather agas as she stared at Splinterpaw. They really didn't look well, shaking their head and pawing at their temple, but it was the rush of blood coating their muzzle that made the kit especially uneasy... And Scorchstar's stern and scared order to see the medicine cats. Brown ears pinned against her skull fretfully and she looked around, wanting to summon the healers into existence right then so they could stop the bloody nose and take away Splinterpaw's pain. Nervously she willed herself to step closer to the apprentice and asked, "Can you walk okay? Do you want me to go get them...?"​

 

[Brackenscar]

It's never a good thing to hear Scorchstar so concerned, she's used to the calico being blunt, a little passionate when angry but usually stern. To have her voice crack to show any vulnerability like that, it's enough for Brackenscar to turn their head. Her apprentice was by their side today, she had intended to walk the moors with him. While they noticed that he thrived in the tunnels she wanted to make sure he knew his bearings above ground just as well, in case one day he finds himself lost without a tunnel to find. That plan is momentarily scrapped in favour of seeking out just what the issue is, her brain jumps to the worse in expectation for it to be an attack or something. Instead it's Splinterpaw, there's no evidence of a fight and yet their nose bleed all the same.

"It might be better if you get them Doekit" she murmurs in agreement, eyes narrowing at the bloodied apprentice. Relenting to look to her own she studies him for any reaction. Splinterpaw and Russetpaw seemed... well as friendly as the sour apprentice could ever be. "Russetpaw, go with her" while she trusts the kits ability to explain what happened she thought having a chaperone alongside her would be for the best. It could be her but their former mentors tone still leaves them on edge, they worry they might be a partisan for their feelings rather than the objective best solution.

"Did you fall, Splinterpaw?" they ask as she crosses a little closer to them. They're no medicine cat, she has no clue what could be causing this right now. They just didn't want them to be moving around too much, begrudgingly she does care for them. As such she would much rather not risk the chance of further injury by straining them.

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• ooc. go my scarab @Russetpaw
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  Brackenscar ✩ They/she, Tunneler, 17 moons
  
  
  ⸙ A scowling, tiny calico with large ears.
  ⸙ Mentored by Scorchstar & Bluefrost.
  ⸙ Mentoring Russetpaw.
  ⸙ Speech, thoughts, attacking.
  ⸙ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ( underline and tag when attacking ).
  ⸙ All opinions are IC only.
  penned by Juice.
  

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[Silkpaw]

Silkpaw hadn't meant to eavesdrop. She'd just been passing by the fresh-kill pile with a bundle of feathers in her jaw, carefully selected for a new ensemble she was planning. But Scorchstar's sharp tone makes her pause just for a moment. She turns her head toward the commotion and plans to keep walking until she sees Splinterpaw. Her jaw slackens, the feathers spilling to the dirt as she steps forward with sapphire eyes wide. Splinterpaw's face is streaked in red, and they look…wrong. Not just tired or angry, but like their body isn't working the way it was supposed to. "Oh-oh my stars, you're bleeding-" She stammers, rushing to her peer's side but stopping just short of touching them. Her fur bristles with helpless worry. "You're really bleeding."

She glances toward Doekit and Russetpaw, then to Scorchstar and Brackenscar. Everyone is doing something, someone is fetching the medicine cats, but she doesn't want to just stand there! Splinterpaw might've been prickly and distant, but that doesn't mean she doesn't care about their well-being. They're still clanmates.

"You look dreadful. Would you like me to help you walk? Come on, lean on me," Silkpaw offers, lowering her voice in case the headache makes everything worse. Her fluffy tail flicks worriedly behind her and her blue eyes, normally sparkling with confidence, are soft and earnest now.
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