development i don't really wanna be here // out of breath

[Periwinklebreeze.]

LIKE A PICTURE IN A FRAME
WISH WE COULD'VE STAYED THE SAME ​

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periwinklebreeze ❀ 24 moons ❀ demi-boy ❀ windclan lead warrior ​

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Has patrolling always been this hard? Muscles ache, a pleasant sort of burn that Periwinklebreeze had admittedly missed during his stagnant days in the nursery, but for some reason so do his lungs. Smile is a wobbly thing as he drops the prey from his jaws, quickly turning to a grimace as eyes water and he winces - breath coming heavy and pained. It was supposed to be an easy catch - a rabbit that hadn't even spotted him before he was nearly upon it. And yet, in the aftermath of even such a short chase, he feels awful. " I m-must.... be out of p-practice, from all th-that lazing about, " he jokes to narby patrol ates, but even that falls flat - a sharp wheeze slipping out the moment he's finished speaking.

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I ' V E - A L W A Y S - B E E N - R E A L - B A D - W I T H - C H A N G E

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[raventhroat]

Raventhroat doesn't join moor runner types on patrols often- they like sticking to their tunnels, buried where the light can't see, buried where they aren't seen by prying eyes. A breath leaves him as emerges, however, to catch the final moments of Periwinklebreeze catching a rabbit. One of appropriate size, they are relieved to see, but the wheeze and stutter of breath on his lips has Raventhroat frowning.

The tunneler stepped free of the nearest tunnel mouth, jogging closer with a small sense of urgency. Their ears turned and flattened backwards at the whine leaving the other's mouth, high pitched and keening air that doesn't sound good. "Oi. Is something wrong?" They ask, eyes widening slightly as they looked on. Raventhroat hadn't seen anything like this- nothing akin to the way that the other's breath still stutters, not how Periwinklebreeze's eyes narrowed against the light.

"'s not just out of practice. Your breathing don't sound good." Raventhroat says, turning his blue vision towards the rest of the hunting patrol that was sure to be approaching by now.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ┌── CLEANLINESS IS GODLINESS ⋅❁⋅ AND GOD IS EMPTY ──┐‎

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• RAVENTHROAT they/he, tunneller of windclan, nineteen moons.
  ⭃ SH black/black smoke chimera with blue eyes, smaller in stature, agile, and narrow bodied. built near perfectly to fit in the tunnels. has a bit of a mean streak, defensive, slightly paranoid
  ⭃ mentored by n/a / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ no current love interest / / sibling to xx
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[GRAVELSNAP]

➴➴ They are enjoying their time spent with their mate. Although they cannot see him now, each of the patrolling cats having set out to track their own separate prey, Gravelsnap finds comfort in the fact that Peri is nearby. But when they hear the concerned voice of a clanmate calling out, the black-patched warrior is quick to rush back to where their mate has gone off to. Raventhroat does not normally hunt with moor runners, and Gravelsnap shoots the smoky black tunneler a glance as they approach the duo. At first they aren’t certain of what’s going on, but then they spot watery blue eyes, and there is no doubt that something is wrong. "Peri," they call out, hazel eyes filling with concern for their mate. The quail they had caught is forgotten, dropped to the ground below.

The dark-pointed moor runner is wheezing, each breath sounding like it takes a great effort. They press their shoulder against Peri’s, attempting to steady the other warrior. "Stop talking. Focus on… breathing." This is clearly not a normal side effect of time spent tucked away in the nursery, lapsing in exercise. The pitiful wheezing that comes from the mouth of their mate makes them wish that there was something they could do to ease… whatever this is. "Need to go back to camp?"

➼ maybe i’ve done enough

• ooc: apprentice tag @SHEEPPAW
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  GRAVELSNAP ❯❯ they/he, moor runner of windclan
  ⭃ average-sized black and white warrior who seems smaller than he is. speaks rarely and quietly.
  ⭃ mate to periwinklebreeze ; sibling to slateheart
  ⭃ mentoring sheeppaw ; formerly mentored thriftfeather
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay is allowed, but they hate physical contact & will lash out if not close friends / family
  ⭃ penned by foxlore

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