LAST CALL ON WHAT [ ✦ ] left behind

[Bluepool]

"SPEECH"
There are certain birds that, every moon, fly away to destinations unknown. Somewhere where it doesn't get cold someone had said to her once and she often finds herself wishing she could do the same. If she knew how to get to such a place she would not hesitate to go, to bring her clan with her so that they no longer had to suffer through the cold moons. No more hunger, no more sickness. It seems like such a unattainable dream and maybe it is but she thinks about it every year when she sees the birds leaving. If she were them she would never come back.

It is far past that time now, so when she trots up to the sun-warmed pool, desperate to soak in the ever-warm water and ease her weary bones she is surprised when she sees a solitary dove, its beak bent to drink from the pool. It looks up at her, surprised and afraid but it does not fly away. It does not take long to figure out why. The creature flaps one wing pathetically, the other hangs limp and broken by its side. Left behind. She had not been strong enough so her flock had been forced to move on without her.

Bluepool does not hesitate to leap forward, to snap her neck and end her life quickly. It is a mercy, she tells herself. Another predator would not be so kind but still, it doesn't feel good. She looks down at the dove with sympathetic eyes and then she turns her gaze skyward, perhaps searching for a flock that is already long gone or perhaps thanking StarClan for the easy prey. Even she is not sure which.

// apprentice tag @FEATHERPAW

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[FEATHERSPINE]

A youthful rabbit, and now this These were not the hunting skills she had expected from a mentor of Bluepool's stature. Of course, she had seen her mentor hunt more, but the sting of the young rabbit's blood still numbed her tongue, and the memory of it growing still in her jaws was burned behind her eyelids like a sun-spot. From afar, she watched as Bluepool leapt for the creature- sunlight glimmering off ice, her glare singed the fur on the back of Bluepool's head.

"Do you only k-kill things that are small or half duh... d-dead?" It was a disdainful question, her voice frosty with a slight twinge of exasperation. The mane along her neck bristled like a hedgehog's quills. Prey caught so easily almost felt like cheating. It would be the same as a warrior blazing through a battlefield, hungry for a kill, and choosing the smallest, weakest-looking opponent. ​

✦ penned by pin​

 

[RATTLEHEART]

A frequent visitor of the Sun-Warmed Pool, Rattleheart would often make her way to the calm, warm water as a way to wash off the stresses of the day. Not just metaphorically but literally as well, often using the extra help to get the most stubborn clumps of dirt and mud from her pelt. Today was one of those days where she just needed the relaxation, having spent the majority of it down in the newer tunnel - attempting to help dig their way through the stubborn clay that had greeted them. It was grueling work, and her shoulders were heavy with exhaustion as she padded forward, surprised to hear a familiar voice not too far away. Not just a familiar one, but one with a tone made of ice, the sheer disdain in Featherpaw's words sending a shiver down the tunneler's spine. She had joined the clan in a time when she hadn't been given a proper mentor, but she doubted she would've ever spoken to them in a similar fashion.

When Bluepool and her catch came into view, things started to make a little more sense, though she kept her tone neutral after clearing her throat to make her presence known. "Half dead or not, that dove probably wouldn't have had any better chance of survival outside of here. At least this way it serves a purpose helping the rest of us, rather than dying here for no reason." It's the most diplomatic way she can think of putting it, even if the sight of the poor dead bird does tug at her heartstrings as well. Still, every piece of prey was valuable in leafbare, and her words weren't lies. If not for Bluepool offering it an easy death, the dove likely would've just been scooped up by another predator - possibly one far more vicious than the lead warrior.
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[PINKSHINE]

It's her first time ever at the Sun - warmed pools. Pinkpaw had never ever heard of them, till it started getting cold... ( Or maybe Pinkpaw had only just recently started paying attention? Who needs warm water when Brightshine could just lick her until she was warm, or she could stay cozy in Heavy Snow's pelt instead? ) Now, she pushes her way through the gorse, following the tails of her clanmates.

And she's there just in time to see the pretty dove. And she's there just in time to see Bluepool make it stop moving. Pinkpaw blinks.

Pinkpaw hasn't caught anything yet. And she guesses... she'd never thought about where the prey in the freshkill pile actually comes from. So every one of those things, every one of those juicy rabbits really moved and hopped around, and every one of them had to be made... to stop moving by cats like Bluepool?

Do you only kill things that are small or half dead? ...Is this what death is? She still doens't really get it, but it didn't look very fun. She doesn't think Featherpaw thinks so, either.

Half dead or not, that dove probably wouldn't have had any better chance of survival outside of here, says Rattleheart. Pinkpaw blinks again. Huh.

" I thought it was pretty, " is all she says, smile small. Is this what moor - runners did all day?

staring at the mirror gotta smile, smile 🌸🌷🦄🦩 don't be late, we got plans!

• ooc: opt mentor tag @SCORCHSTREAK !!

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• ( IT'S TIME TO START A FUCKING RIOT, RIOT! ) PINKPAW APPRENTICE OF WINDCLAN. DAUGHTER TO BRIGHTSHINE & HEAVY SNOW. SISTER TO HEATHPAW, DOWNYPAW, & FINCHPAW.
  —— SHE / HER; UNOPPOSED TO THE USE OF OTHERS
  —— CURRENTLY 4 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 16TH
  
  A tiny, longhaired calico she - kit with yellow eyes, ringed blue around her pupils (sectoral heterochromia). While you can clearly see her flame markings on her face, the rest of her body is currently covered by a grey fever - coating. Though the whites of her are still very much visible. Pinkpaw bounces around WindClan without a care in the world! Her emotions are big, and she makes little effort to regulate them, resulting in both her usually cheerful disposition, as well as making her prone to sudden bouts of extreme anger or sadness. Rarely seen without a smile!
  

  HEAVY IC OPINIONS! Pinkpaw is a very irrational and childish character!​

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