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[BRONZESHINE]

"sign another deal" addict
bronzeshine | 29 moons | female | she/her | physically moderate | mentally hard | attack in underline

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A wild-looking form darted across the border, green eyes wide, fur disheveled and dirty. How could they have possibly fallen for that? She wondered. Gaunt features revealed the horrors of the past few weeks she'd been missing. Bronzeshine stumbled her way through the territory. Reeds and bush branches scratched her face but she didn't care. Hunger-heavy feet nearly made her trip more than once. Through it all, only one thought. Home.

But as the familiar form of camp got closer, another thought wormed it's way into her mind. Did anyone even care that I was gone? It was no secret she wasn't the most liked cat in RiverClan. She'd recently made enemies of a few cats, whether unintentionally or not. The bile that rose in her throat made her retch. What if they didn't accept her? What if they thought she left of her own volition? She hadn't a clue where she'd go. SkyClan, possibly?

Bronzeshine shook her head. They had to let her back, StarClan would make sure of it. What would she even say? Did it matter? She stood outside, thankful for the changing of the guard. It gave her even a moment to think. The adrenaline of escaping was starting to fade. Fatigue weighed at her limbs. I gotta sit down... she thought, unceremoniously slumping to her side.

//ooc: she's back! woooo! Anyone can find her!

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[MERLINPAW ✦]

The changing of camp guards had been something that, for one reason or another, had been something of interest to Merlinpaw. Maybe it had something to do with the solemnity of the task, the way the guards would stand watchful and quiet over camp, and the way they all seemed to be respected among their peers. Merlin liked the idea of that. Well... and the fact that the job post didn't involve a whole lot of socializing... that was appealing to the young apprentice, too.

Today, he's taking up his unofficial position of observing the guards, psyching himself up for the day he'll maybe have the courage to ask to sit guard with them. That day is not today, though, Merlinpaw would honestly be a little suspicious should any seasoned warrior agree to let them sit guard knowing his battle skills leave much to be desired. He doesn't want them to say yes out of pity for the cat that's been watching like it was an evening ritual of some sort. The guard is changing, now, though, and there's a brief few moments where no one is keeping watch. Chocolate eyes shift between camp's entrance to it's warriors uneasily. Should the next shift not have come right to the last one? This feels like an oversight... should they go and get Lichenstar?

Just when they decide it's probably nothing to worry about, the breeze changes direction and blows toward camp. They almost don't notice what's off at first until they've already gone a few paces away, and that's when the scent reaches them. It's... familiar in it's unfamiliarity. Almost like it's someone - or something - they should recognize, but the scents have faded or been overlayed by other, far fresher ones than those they remember. Brows furrowed, blue tabby and only blink, squinting a the camp entrance.

"Something's wrong..." they mutter beneath their breath, posture rigid and fur standing on end in mild alarm. They should get someone... call for help...

i used to think // that memories were like pollen

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  #6360c4
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  (img) Merlinpaw * they/him* 8 moons
  short furred blue classic tabby w/ low white; brown eyes
  Peaceful & healing powerplay allowed || underline for attack
  penned by Neptune.

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[FOXTAIL]

It's already been a moon, the lead warrior realized, since Bronzeshine disappeared.... her scent came to an abrupt and sudden end; leaving RiverClan to fear she drowned in the river. Her body was never found to Foxtail's dismay; much like Smokestar.... who drowned in the gorge. He didn't know Bronzeshine all too well; he knew the she-cat had some rough edges to her.... but he was never that close to her. He wasn't sure what happened to her— no one does to be honest— but he could only hope that her death was quick.... and painless.

Foxtail approaches one of the cats guarding camp, his tail swishing behind him. The warrior has done a job well done; staying alert and ensuring that RiverClan's camp was safe from any potential predators. He gives his fellow warrior a wordless nod; Foxtail will be taking over guard duty for this tired warrior here. Foxtail takes the warrior's place, briefly glancing over to see Merlinpaw.... observing him and the other guard. It's admirable— noticing the young apprentice feeling so eager to observe a less than desired task of a warrior. But he can't help but wonder, does Merlinpaw's mentor know they're out here?

Foxtail is about to open his maw, but in the corner of his eyes.... he spots a silhouette struggling to pad forward. The silhouette is around the average size of a RiverClanner, and his nose wrinkles at the.... somewhat familiar scent. Clanners are supposed to memorize and identify unique scents.... and this scent smells like a RiverClanner.... and the lead warrior stands with alert as the stranger stumbles into view.

Foxtail's olive green eyes widen at the disheveled form of Bronzeshine; the dirt, sticks, and mud in her pelt must've.... muddled her scent. No wonder why he couldn't pin down her scent, and Foxtail races over to her. "Bronezhine!" Foxtail gasps as he approaches her, ears pinning back to his skull. "Thank StarClan, you're a-alive!" The formerly missing warrior slumps to her side, limbs shaking with weakness.... and Foxtail's fur bristles with alarm.

His ears twitch at Merlinpaw's mutter— he didn't exactly catch what the apprentice said, but Foxtail's gaze whips over to them. "M-Merlinpaw, go fetch Moonbeam! Q-Quickly!" He orders and his own limbs tremble from worry... glancing back over at the weakened warrior. StarClan, we thought you were dead.​

𝐨𝐨𝐜 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭

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  credit to raphaelion (via da) for the artwork <3
  
• Foxtail

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  lead warrior
  23 moons
  warmhearted
  timid
  experience: trained
  backstory: [HYPERLINK]
  biography: [HYPERLINK]
  credit to trops for the chibi <3
  

  cisgender male [he / him]
  eyes: green
  pelt: cinnamon/chocolate
  fur length: long
  parents: dawnflower and redfur (riverclan npcs)
  

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[BRONZESHINE]

"sign another deal" addict
bronzeshine | 29 moons | female| she/her | physically moderate | mentally hard | attack in underline

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With what felt like it took the strength of a thousand suns, Bronzeshine raised her head at the mention of her name. A cat, while not unfamiliar to her, was someone she was nearly surprised to see. Who was she, if she didn't at least try to crack a wry smile? "Well," she coughed, "glad to know I was at least missed," she barely managed before her head fell to her paws again. Sleep dragged at her. Maybe it was the safety of finally being home, or maybe just mere exhaustion, but she was struggling to stay awake. The black tendrils of unconsciousness licked behind her eyes.

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[iciclefang]

She'd not been on guard duty, but the commotion at the mouth of camp draws her near nonetheless. Foxtail and Merlinpaw call for assistance, for Moonbeam. Iciclefang's pale gaze narrows; the scent of blood is thick and coppery on the air, too familiar for comfort. She nears the gathering crowd, the slumped silhouette whose eyes are shrouded with unconsciousness. Bronzeshine. In truth, Iciclefang had written her off as dead or defected; she knows about missing cats, knows that if they do return, things are never the same, and her jaw clenches now as she approaches.

"Did she happen to say what happened before she collapsed?" The last interaction she'd had with the returning warrior had been a sour one. Bronzeshine had bared her teeth at Eaglepaw when he'd been nothing but a kit, had threatened him for playing close to her, and the tortoiseshell's eyes do not gleam with sympathy as she regards her now.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

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• Iciclekit . Iciclepaw . Iciclefang, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 28 moons old, ages realistically on the 17th.
  — mentored by Smokestar ; mentoring Pinepaw ; previously mentored Cicadaflight
  — riverclan lead warrior. mudpelt x icesparkle, gen 2.
  — former mate to Stormywing ; current mate to no one.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  sh tortoiseshell and white she-cat with ice-blue eyes. confident, capable, proud, dry, conceited, condescending, distrustful.
  
  

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[MERLINPAW ✦]

'M-Merlinpaw! Go fetch Moonbeam! Q-Quickly!' The order from the Lead Warrior rings out in the air for just a moment, just a second, while Merlinpaw hesitates. They shouldn't hesitate, they know that, they've received a direct order, but the pause comes naturally before they turn tail and rush to obey. He passes Iciclefang as he rushes toward Moonbeam's den, and only spares her the briefest of glances.

" @Moonbeam !" He calls for the medicine cat, and if there's an urgency in his voice that hadn't been there before, well, maybe chalk it up to the fact the scent of blood was just now registering in his head. "Bronzeshine- She's back, she's hurt. Foxtail said- said to get you." The words rush out, a tsunami that they can't hold back. Was there any more information to give? Should they be more thorough? But... Merlinpaw isn't sure how much more there even is to say. It was pretty cut and dry. Still, they turn again from the den and return back to the entrance of camp, close enough to hear what's going on, but far enough not to be in the way.

i used to think // that memories were like pollen

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  ooc -

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  #6360c4
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  (img) Merlinpaw * they/him* 8 moons
  short furred blue classic tabby w/ low white; brown eyes
  Peaceful & healing powerplay allowed || underline for attack
  penned by Neptune. || Neptune on disc, dm me for plots

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[Moonbeam]

It is quiet within the clan until it is not, the quietness of night turning to the lull of morning into the chaos of a returning clanmate, injured and collapsed just outside the camp. Just as any clanmate who went missing Moonbeam had hoped that StarClan did not take Bronzeshine from them too soon, but the way she had left leaving clanmates angry and frustrated, threatening kits before swiftly disappearing into the nothingness of the unknown... she understood if clanmates were not too happy by her return. Moonbeam would be indifferent as it was her job to be so, though at the moment Merlinpaw's call that Bronzeshine needed help had caused the pale moggie to move from the camp to just outside it, ears pricked as eyes searched for the pelt of the other, tasted for the scent of blood so she could just how hurt the other would be, simply to find a skinny excuse of a clan cat collapsed on the ground before the gathered group of cats. Had they not known the other she was sure Bronzeshine would be confused for a rogue and a small frown tugged at the corners of her lips at the idea.

"Help bring her back to my den." It was the only words she spoke as the small medicine cat moved forward to help pick her up, ears pinning to her head. There was nothing she could do out here, wounds not bad enough for the other to need care right here and now. "Someone bring wet moss and prey to my den for her please, something smaller." Something where if she were to eat it too quickly not much - if anything - would come back up. It would be a slow process but Moonbeam was sure she knew what ailed the other and it would simply take time and care to heal instead of herbs.

CAUSE LIKE CONTELLATIONS ꕥ A MILLION YEARS AWAY

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• ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ flesh wounds
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ infections
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ aches & pains
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ illness
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ breathing
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ traveling
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ broken bones
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ kitting
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ poisons
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  ꕥ SH white masking cinnamon torbie w/orange eyes & small ears
  ꕥ 15 moons old; ages the 17th every month
  ꕥ homosexual polyromantic ; mated to beefang, crushing on redacted
  ꕥ currently mentoring none
  ꕥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ꕥ easy in combat unless in water, focuses on defensive tactics

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