sensitive topics in my dreams i saved you ⟡ calling for help

[edenberry ?!]

They don't know if they even fled in the right direction or not... landmarks grow hazy in the swirling blizzard all around them. Snowflakes stick to their eyelashes, threatening to freeze them shut with every blink. The sting of the cold air burns in their lungs, leaving them rasping for every frozen breath. Their paws ache with the chill, their coat plastered with snow to mimic the hide of an artic hare. Edenberry starts to wonder if they'll die out here too... having left Flowercloud all alone, promising to return and not realizing they'd meant in StarClan. Do I even believe in them? To trust there are those who'd willingly watch this happen? Their chest squeezed, they choke on their gasp, letting out a haggard cough; what balance they have goes ruined by a sudden catch of their feet, stumbling into the snow.

Get up... Get up, you have to run. You have to save her.

They stumble back to their feet, dragging them another few steps, "HELLO?" It's all their throat can bear, to scream at the top of their lungs and hope there's someone near enough to help. "I need-" they cough against the dryness of their throat, the chilly air like sandpaper to breathe, "Help! Someone help- Flowercloud-"

They slump to sit, to try to catch their breath... their tongue swipes over their lips but it isn't of any great comfort. It does not quench their thirst or still their frantic heart. What else could they do but wait and hope... and pray that StarClan really was benevolent...? "Please...." She's already gone.

But I can't get her back home alone...

//immediately following the events of this thread. looking for help to get flowercloud out from under the snow/branch that crushed her, caught outside of camp in the blizzard </3

⟡₊ ⊹ i ll betray you like a man

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• -- edenberry / skyclan daylight warrior / any pronouns / 19 moons
  -- mostly white with black pinstripe and green eyes / scarred face and back
  -- color #728c69

 

[DUSKPOOL]

the dog that weeps after it kills is no better than the dog that doesn't. my guilt will not purify me.​

Somethin' was wrong.​

Duskpool couldn't put his tongue on it, but today was strange and dark. It made his bones ache beneath the scarred muscle. His fur in clumps against his hide, matted and not taken care of for weeks, moons since everythin' began fallin' like buzzards picking at a fresh carcass.

He grinned somethin' rueful against the harsh winter winds slammin' against him from all sides, muscles ripplin' with the strain to keep him steady, molten gaze narrowed, barely a sliver beneath the backdrop of winter white splatterin' across obsidian smoke fur. His breath came in short, rugged puffs like smoke curlin' around his frozen muzzle when a scream tore through the howlin' winds. His heart just about leaped into his throat, muscles stiffenin' beneath scarred skin, head whippin' in its direction, molten copper barely wide enough to skim the outcroppin', hardly able to make sense of where everythin' was when it all looked about the damn same.

He could hardly make 'em out, shredded, mangled ears swivelin' in the direction, lettin' out a deep, scared rumble. The thing in his gut twisted like a knife, body strugglin' forward, claws diggin' into the cold, wet ground seepin' into calloused paw pads and chillin' him to the bone.

Flowercloud.

No.

Please.

His thoughts whispered, begggin' the cats above that it wasn't what he thought it was.

A day quite like this, though less treacherous was shoved to the forefront of his mind, nearly causin' him to stumble in his haste. He'd been out with Flowercloud when—Stars, please, don't take someone else from him.

He bit back a snarl, muzzle wrinkling in distraught, concealed beneath the ice pricklin' at his fur, cold and white … so much white it made his eye burn with sickness, imaginin' it coated in crimson — nothing but endless red taintin' his eyes like faint hallucinations of Shadowfire's crumbled body tremblin' against the dirt, each wheezed breath a stab to his blackened heart; of Yukio's broken body welling with red and empty, hauntin' eyes that refused to leave him.

How do you cope? I'm scared to leave camp. Flowercloud's voice trickled through the red haze. How did he cope? How … How could he cope when everything was gone? Everything .. It was pointless. Copin'. His response, less weary filtered through the haze. It's scary, facin' something that ya still can't wrap yer head around, but I'll be there to help ya, stubborn as we are, I ain't gonna let ya do this alone.

Oh, how wrong he was.

He arrived to see Edenberry slump, murmuring a soft plea. His vision tunneled, staring at the heap of snow with a plummetin' heart. All he saw was red. Her eye gone. The distant barkin' of dogs taintin' the air like the plague. Pain and misery wrapped into one, tightenin' around a pulsatin' heart that didn't want to beat anymore if this was it.

Duskpool surged on enormous paws, coming to shield Edenberry against the harsh winter snow, peering down at them with sad, weary hues, fur billowin' against the howlin' winds. "Come on, kiddo." He rasped, tongue like sandpaper against the roof of his mouth. "Let's bring her home." He had to be strong. He couldn't—Duskpool sucked in a shaky breath, attemptin' to press a cold nose to Edenberry's helm.
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my bones are smoldering ✦ and my knuckles are bloody

• ooc —— some mentions of gore/death, but noting too graphic!
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  release me from my promise to you. don't make me do this anymore. don't make me go on without you
  
  — unknown
• duskpool he/him
  ♡ a massive scarred obsidian-smoked ghost mackerel tabby maine coon / norwegian forest mix w/ molten copper eyes and low-white
  ♡ warrior of skyclan
  ♡ sixty moons; ages on the 1st of every month
  ♡ speech thought attack
  ♡ peaceful + healing powerplay permitted
  
  
  penned by blueblossomtea​

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[Anwir]

There it was again. That stench. That promise to an end. She hoped... what did she hope?
Thick brown fur trembled in the wind, icey air slashed her face, her exposed skin. Paws numb, the mother would rather stop and head back towards the vague suggestion of warmth her clan's camp promised but her nose demanded her forward. Her son was out here.
She had noticed when he left on the patrol. She had noticed when their arrival was delayed until she almost began to believe somehow the group had slipped past her. Circe, for all her unexplained rage towards her brother, had begun to worry. Anwir had too. Yokai, for as much as he acted like it, was not invincible. No amount of guilt saved one the burden of death.
She hadn't slipped out, simply left. Paw after paw, following the only thing she trusted. Her head. It had not steered her wrong.
Her heart stilled. She had arrived after her son, his scent melding into iron-tinged horrors for just a second to long. Relief flashes on her face before her eyes find the source of the blood. Ah, you.
She hadn't gotten to know the warrior before her. Now she never would. Anwir knew her name was soft, kind. Something she envyed in the cat whose paw lay outstreched, never to find purchase again. She'd seen kits in those paws. Playing with her, the molly's laughter. She'd seen the molly at camp, talking, gossiping, living. It was odd. She was asleep in the snow. That was all.
Her son spoke, something kind she was sure, but it didn't full process. She knew he was not talking to her.
Who would break the news to her family? Surely they would learn... everyone in the clan was close. They would all mourn. But the worst part of this discovering is the anger it started in her. Death was a distraction to those living and with the current weather they could not get distracted. How selfish, she wanted to cry, get up. Do your part. But... but the molly didn't move. And she wouldn't. Not until they moved her. A burden now, in death. Perhaps... perhaps that was for the best. So they could say thank you in a way.
"Anything you need dear, I'm right here." The words were murmured against Edenberry's ears as Anwir moved to the opposite side of the striped cat, protecting them from the wind on all sides. She glanced around, snow already devouring the last paw steps of the patrol. The last traces of Flowercloud.
They needed to go.
"I'm sorry," She would whisper to Edenberry before moving to push at the branch holding Flowercloud's body captive, hoping that someone would be able to grab and move it so the molly could be honored and respected, as she deserved.

♛ Hello my old heart

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  ANWIR ✦ AFAB. She/ Her. Rogue. Former showcat.
  ✧ . Long haired brown molly with low white and amber eyes.
  ✧ . NPC x NPC; Mother to Sorrelsong, Duskpool, Shadowfire, Smokefang, and Outlaw:
  ✧ . Mentored by NONE ;
  ✧ . Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted!
  ✧ . Penned by Keeekeeey ‣ @Milksoda on discord, feel free to dm for plots!
  ✧ . " Speech " ; Attack

 

[Eggbounce.]

I'M GONNA BE THE SNACK THAT SMILES BACK
I'M GONNA BE THE KIT TO YOUR KAT ​

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eggbounce & 19 moons & male & he/him & skyclan warrior ​

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Death. It is simply a fact of life, especially for the five clans and the cats within them. And yet, Eggbounce never quite knows what to do with himself when faced by it, the stab of hurt and grief that sends him reeling, no matter how close hed been to another. Edenberrys voice reaches them through the storm, long before his eyes can make out their white coat amidst the storm. It takes another moment of stunned shock for him to process the other figure - half hidden by snow and wood, eyes shut violently against the sight that meets him. Stomach rolls, but he presses his nausea down through grit teeth shoulder slamming forcibly against the branch, hoping to use his large size to their advatage. Flowercloud doesnt deserve to be lost out here - she deserves to come home.

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