border my patient violence ₊ death

[gracklestep]

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*all sensitive content is hidden in the spoiler marked "murder mystery" as it describes some of the wounds but nothing is very graphic in general

There is a spot along the border where once he'd taken reprieve from the sun with a void-pelted friend... The water there a last bastion between timeless enemies. Now it is a bitter resting place for ink-spill... dripping and washed away where water rushes at the shore to dilute it. Stained and unclear, the last page of a written story remains indecipherable and tattered at its edges... it is an unsatisfying finale... one that the author cannot and will not mend.

Sun-gold eyes lay half shut, rested as if half-stirred from a horrible dream but unable to completely awake from it. They do not hold the tension of watchful scrutiny... of the perceptive wit that comes matched with sarcastic tongue. Urchin-spine limbs splay outstretched towards a freedom now unobtainable. He'd been so close... a few more strides from the moors he called home... only to be pulled into a murderous typhoon and thrown against the rocks below.

There is no kin to his name to mourn his loss, only the ones found in the form of clan-mates he was willing to begrudgingly call friends. No mate to shed tears for him, for commitment never failed to drive him away. All that Gracklestep had cared for was survival... and even his last act had been a bid for that too. What a useless sacrifice... to have fed the mouth that ended him, having hoped it might satisfy their bloodthirst instead.

Rain dribbles down in silent hum, the same it had been since he'd taken his last breath.... Remorseless... and unrelenting.
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look over there... murder mystery

• ooc notes in the next tab for spoilers!
• canonically this would've been the day after the meeting, monday the 3rd, it just took me a bit of time to get around to!
  this is intended to be a lil bit of a murder mystery! strongly encourage ppl to roll for investigation to see what they can decern about the crime scene -tehe-
  the following list are the only evidence left behind in order of their difficulty to find:
  -[DC 2] a laceration on the back of the head (from hitting the river bed, ultimately what killed him)
  -[DC 5] deep scratch marks on his back
  -[DC 10] scratch marks near the edge of the bridge
  -[DC 15] tufts of blue and or black fur on the bridge
  -[DC 18] tufts of blue and or black fur between grackle's claws
  there are no lingering scents due to the rain and the fact the body has been souping in water for several hours but it is safe to assume that based on the gathered evidence, windclan might be able to make the assumption this was not an accidental death
  
  have fun !

 

[DIMMINGSUN]

( ROLLED A D16 )​

Dimmingsun is the one who finds Gracklestep first.

With a sharp inhale, he wishes he hadn't been the first- second, maybe, or third. Anything but the first. It immediately hits him with heavy-set guilt upon his heart; what the two of them had could hardly be called love or anything even close to genuine, but it was something, and a lead warrior has responsibility over all his Clanmates. He should be glad he's here to pick up the remains and to (hopefully) get a lead on what has occured here.

Golden form sits beside the black, silent and unmoving. The wind ruffles both their pelts in unison... the one exception being their chests. One rises and falls with each breath and without the aid of nature, but the other remains eerily still.

There's an ache within that chest. Dimmingsun stares ahead, glares daggers into the land not his own; perhaps if he looks hard enough, evidence and aggressor will present themselves to him. Even the other side of the border is quiet though, and Dimmingsun opts to raise his paw and wipe down Gracklestep's face. Closes his eyes for him one last time.

He will need to haul Gracklestep upon his shoulder soon, bring him home so the medicine cats can prepare his body and present it to StarClan. It can wait for just a moment. A light breeze tosses tufts of black-blue fur from the bridge and into Dimmingsun's vision, saying a thousand words and none at all at the same exact time.
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[BLUEFROST]

Bluefrost lurks close to Dimmingsun's golden flank, her green eyes narrowing into emerald slits above precarious cheekbones. The body slumped in the riverwater is all-too familiar, dark of pelt, angled ears dipped into murky liquid. While the lead warrior reaches over to close sun-colored eyes for good, Bluefrost nears his other side, her paws dipping into tepid waters. "Gracklestep." Her Clanmate has died a terrible death, unremarkable in its finality. There's no scent here but the warmth of the sun on the water's surface, but the wind that blows and blows around them.

She squints, then lifts a forepaw to Gracklestep's spine. "Look. He was attacked." Clawmarks, unmistakably, ring down his spine. Her jaw tightens, and she meets Dimmingsun's eyes with suspicious flare. "They look like scratches from a cat's claws."

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

• ooc: rolled a D9
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• Bluekit . Bluepaw . Bluefrost, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — 16 moons old, ages realistically on the 14th.
  — mentored by Sootstar ; mentoring Brackenpaw ; previously mentored n/a.
  — windclan warrior. sootstar x weaselclaw, gen 2.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh blue and white she-cat with emerald eyes. aloof, dignified, poised, haughty, composed, distant.

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[kitecall.]

speaking color is #BBE8EF​

➾ KITEPAW. AND HOW CAN WE WIN WHEN FOOLS CAN BE KINGS? † ☼
𖤓 ✟—- kitepaw had never been close to gracklestep... if anything, he couldn't remember a single positive interaction with the warrior. it had always been snide comments on a sharp tongue that kitepaw shouldered aside. while he didn't particularly like him, seeing him cold and lifeless wasn't something that he had ever hoped to experience. the apprentice is not the first one to come across the scene and its oblivious curiosity that drags him forwards. what was it that everybody was gathered around looking at? what was so interesting, so somber that he could feel it hanging in the air as he approaches. that is when kitepaw sees it... sees him. "gracklestep-" his voice is soft, controlled as he tries to swallow back the pit that formed in his chest. a once proud warrior, seeing him reduced to this... it makes him sick. "may he find peace within starclan." the words are forced out through the disgust in his throat as his mind races with concern, wondering who or what was responsible. perhaps it was just a freak accident, a small mistake that cost him his life. yet it is bluefrost's words that crush whatever sort of hope he's had. "they look like scratches from a cat's claws." gracklestep was murdered.

he cannot continue to look ere he feels he will be sick. and so he averts his gaze, casting it away from the scene. from the corner of his eyes comes a small bit of motion that he'd have missed it easily if it wasn't for the situation at paw... if he could have looked upon the fallen warrior with morbid curiosity. "look," he says, swallowing back the bile in his throat (more than happy to have an excuse to leave grackleclaw's side), making his way towards his discovery. small tufts of fur blew in the breeze, snagged upon the wood of the bridge. it was starclan's mercy it had not blown into the river, washed away and lost. black fur... perhaps it was gracklestep's. if anything, that seemed the most likely answer.... but his eyes fall upon another one. blue. "i think... someone else was here." surely the claw marks spoke the same conclusion, but gracklestep was not blue. with the influx of disappearances and grackelstep's death, kitepaw cannot help but wonder.... "who's next?"

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• KITEPAW ✩ he/him, moor-runner apprentice of windclan, 8 moons old
  ⭃ average sized tomcat with light cream tabby markings. he has a white chest and half face. his fur is a medium length and he has large whiskers. his eyes are a light blue.
  ⭃ highly religious, stubborn and hard-working, kindhearted and charismatic, honest, diligent, foolish and impulsive when frustrated, will speak out when something feels unjust.
  ⭃ open to minor and minor powerplay / / underline and tag when attacking ⇌ see his bio here
  ⭃ penned by @DOFFERZ! ⇌ doffloppa on discord, feel free to dm for plots. template credit to vayle.
  
  
  

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