sensitive topics PUNCH DRUNK DESTINY - rta

[Mouseflight]

If it hadn't been for the cold, Mouseflight wasn't sure if he would have actually gone back to camp and lived among his clanmates fully once more or not. Maybe Rivewhisper would have gotten to him eventually, making it so his small trips to camp to drop off prey only to leave almost immediately once more was met more with him staying and actually sleeping in his nest that had long since grown stale once the illness had hit. At least he wasn't alone, no, he had Rivewhisper with him to catch him up on the small bits of gossip or news that he could have missed from the small interactions he had with patrols as they passed by, with the small groups he'd go out hunting or tunneling with.

But now with the cold and the frost coating the ground he couldn't help but move back towards camp, couldn't help the way he longed for his clanmates warmth surrounding him as he slept instead of the cold of the tunnels. "Who'd have thought leafbare would come this early." He'd muse to his friend, tail whipping behind him for just a moment before he looked in her direction as they head out. A small outing, something to try and catch what they could before it got even colder.

Movement caught his attention and he'd nudge the other's shoulder before head jolted in the direction towards a rabbit, "I'll go around and chase it towards you, best way of catching it now I think... I'm smaller anyway so less chance of getting caught." Once the plan was in place he began to move carefully around, crouched as low as possible as he moved behind the prey. Once he was in place he began running right in the direction of the rabbit, chasing it towards the hopefully open claws of his tabby-coated friend before more movement caught his vision and paws shifted as reality smacked into him. It wasn't just the clans that would be suffering with this sudden frost, but the predators that roamed the territory would be too, and the white-tipped fluffy tail that caught the attention of the tunneler as it bound towards his friend made him realize this, and before he realized what he was doing he was shouting at her to "Run!", moving towards the slobbering jaws of the fox to grab it's attention so she had time to move out before he was turning on his heels and chasing after her. Instead of steering a rabbit towards it's end he was now trying to steer his friend to the tunnels so that they wouldn't meet theirs.

⋆｡°✩ threw my voice into the dark

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  ⋆ mousekit - mousepaw - mouseflight
  ⋆ amab - he/him - 22 moons
  ⋆ bisexual - open to relationship
  ⋆ tunneler of windclan
  ⋆ attack - speech - thought
  ⋆ penned by tikki

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[rivewhisper]

// tw for death and blood/gore!

An outing- something that Rivewhisper had agreed to. She was chilly, and while she wanted to nap against someone warm- maybe her siblings would be so gracious- she knew that moving would warm her blood up. Step-in-step with Mouseflight, she hummed beneath her breath every now and again. "Not me. I was hoping it'd stay off for another moon." Rivewhisper sighed softly, stretching a paw or two out.

The nudge to her shoulder had her head turning, owl-blue eyes blinking briefly. Her vision snapped to follow, then she nodded. While Mouseflight moved around, Rivewhisper shifted, positioning herself to best fit where she needed to go. She twitched her ears, eyes narrowing and crouching lower down to prepare herself- she could just barely make out Mouseflight's shape in the distant grasses.

Run! Rivewhisper's head snapped up. White. Dark-tipped ears. Orange. She inhaled sharply, making the sharp turn on her paws. She needs to make it back to camp. She needs to find her siblings, the lead warriors, someone!

Rivewhisper's eyes turn back- and even as her body stretches out over the moors, as fear clogs her throat and the scars along her face and stomach burn, she realizes she isn't fast enough. The fox is bigger, quicker. It's right on her tail. It's mouth is coated in blood- Where is Mouseflight? He- He can't be! Her breathing is coming irregular, and her paw finds a rabbit's warren- she stumbles, she rolls, ending up on her flank.

It is but seconds before fangs fix into her neck, shaking her roughly. Tears bubble up in her eyes, mouth hung open in shock, in fear. Dad- ðir- Feather! Tiger! She is struggling, claws lashing out at the fox, but she is solidly held, her lifeline bit open, her blood bleeding free and dripping upon the dormant, frosted moor-grass. The fox drops her but moments later, owl-blue eyes rolling towards the moors. She thinks she must be crazy, in her last moments. She thinks that she must be seeing things.

White-dappled brown, honey sun-lit colors press into frozen moorgrass, stopping beside her. Rivewhisper is no longer looking up at her long-lost brother. No, she is standing beside him, her shoulder pressed against him, sobs and hics still leaving her mouth. "There's so much- I still need to do-..." She cries, she grieves. He is quiet, as he always used to be- something that Rivewhisper hated, something that Rivewhisper always got so mad at him for- but now? It's all she needed.

Two new stars will be lit in the moor's skies tonight.

‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ┌── AND ITS BEEN SO LONG THAT IM ⋅❁⋅ FORGETTING WHAT IT FEELS LIKE ──┐‎

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  // i want to say a big thank you to everyone who rped and helped form rive!! i lost muse for her, so this will be goodbye with rive!
  // power-play allowed by tikki
  // both rive and mouse are dead, and are able to be discovered! the fox will be gone by the time they are found.

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• RIVEWHISPER she/her, moor runner of windclan, fourteen moons.
  ⭃ LH broken braided chocolate tabby with high white and piercing blue eyes. scars stretch over her left eye and across her stomach. graceful, sleek, average height. built for running and stamina
  ⭃ mentored by snakehiss / sunstar / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ small romantic interest in redheart / / sibling to featherspine ; sunlitwing ; bearflight ; singedpaw
  ⭃ 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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[Periwinklebreeze.]

ATOMS AND LOW SELF-ESTEEM,
IS THAT ALL THAT I'M GONNA BE ? ​

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periwinklebreeze ❀ 27 moons ❀ demi-boy ❀ windclan lead warrior ​

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Fox.

Its a familiar scent, and one that sends phantom aches through long healed scars and sets every hair on Periwinklebreeze's pelt on end, no matter how stale it tastes. The next to coat his senses is blood, and eyes narrow in a pang of grief. For a moment, blackened paws freeze mid-step, as though if he turns back now, he won't have to find out which of his clanmates lives have been taken this time.

A shaky breathe, andhe moves forwards again, ears pressed t his skull and belly low to the ground as he slinks through the grasses, on high alert no matter what his senses tell him. But there is no fox when he emerges, only bodies - laying some distance apart, a trail of red and that awful reek the only thing connecting the scene.

It doesn't take much to puzzle out that he hasn't found Weepingpaw, the way he'd een hoping to when he'd set out upon the moors today. No, half-blind gaze drifts tiredly across one tortoiseshell-spotted pelt and then onto dark brown, cataloging each loss before turning towards his apprentice. " @Vulturepaw - run, and b-bring back the n-nearest patrol y-you find. I d-don't care what they're doing... t-tell them we found bodies, "

It's jsut the two of them today - they're in no state to drag two warriors back to camp alone, no matter the fact that one was a tunneler. He doesn't wait for an answer before slinking forward, bottle-brush tail held stiff as he sighs - a quiet prayer muttered beneath his breath. " My starclan g-g-guide you, "

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[TIGERSTING]

As Tigersting stalks the moors with her fellow patrol mates there is a cloud of disquiet surrounding the tabby. The moor-grass is touched with the glisten of frost and as they move upon the moor her paws have become soaked with dew, bringing a scowl upon her face. It's the least of her worries (which seem to pile upon her day by day) but she can't help but cling to idea of how wet her fur as become and how tangled it must be...

These thoughts cease immediately as the wind shifts- her maw parts to taste the air- and brings the scent of danger to the patrol. Fox. It is thankfully stale enough, a good sign they'll safe from its perilous jaws; she begins to voice as much before stiffening. Another gust of wind, this time the scent of fox is accompanied by blood. No, the fox did not spare their clan. Tigersting does not wait for the patrol to discuss, she's off at once and tearing towards the source of the blood scent. She passes by Vulturepaw, heading off to fetch a patrol, and now that she's closer there's a heart-wrenchingly familiar scent mixing with that of blood.

"Nhh..." Her throat is constricted, she can hardly breath as she creeps closer to the two bodies. She's blind to everyone, everything but the body she gravitates towards, the heap of chocolate-striped fur, desecrated by the teeth of a fox. "Ruh- Ri.." Rivewhisper. Tigersting tosses herself forth and tentatively reaches her paws out to press against her throat softly- the killing blow- as though in an effort to stop the bleeding (though it's long since stopped.) Tigersting clambers, touches her flank- searching for the rise and fall of breathing. It's useless, Rivewhisper's life left some time ago, Tigersting must know this now as she stops her efforts. Her paws aren't soaked by just dew any longer. She knows death, it's touched Bearflight and now she must accept it has touched Rivewhisper too. The tabby's body quivers uncontrollably as she crouches closer and draws her tongue down each eyelid, the last time she'll be able to see Rivewhisper's stark blue eyes.

Tigersting hunches over her sister's body and the first cohesive thing arises from deep within her: a harrowing wail, which ends abruptly with a hiccupy sob. "Help me." She asks brokenily to whoever is nearest. She must bring Rivewhisper home... she can hardly bear the thought of another touching her but she relents. There's no way she can carry her sister home alone. Nothing has been entirely alright for moons. Dread writhed itself through Tigersting since Wolfsong first fell ill and now that him and Sunvarr have left to go beyond Windclan's boundary. She'll think upon it later and wonder if it were a warning to be more aware, less distanced from her siblings in recent moons. But there's nothing more she desires than to be huddled beside her remaining siblings.

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MINE IS YOURS AND YOURS IS MINE 𓃮𖤓°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𓃬 THERE IS NO DIVIDE

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  daughter of & sister to || moor-runner of WINDCLAN || 15 moons || she/her
  — chocolate tabby w/ low white, fiercely bright eyes
  — a reckless cat with an abrasive personality​

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[Mallowtail]

The figure of Vulturepaw anxiously racing up to her patrolmates, noted with the scent of death and fox. Don't tell me, Mallowtail grimly thinks as she rushes towards the scene to find the mangled bodies of Mouseflight and Rivewhisper, a weeping Tigersting and Periwinklebreeze. Her face contorts into a grimace at the sight and the radiating scent of her two dead clan mates as she closes her eyes for a moment. None deserved to die like this. The both of them still had much to look forward in life but had it selfishly robbed by a lupine. " We should make sure it's left the territory after, " She offers toward their lead warrior as she glances toward Tigersting with a pang of guilt in her heart as she sighs softly.

How much would Tigersting and her siblings had to lose? The death of Bearflight when the moors burned, Sunstar and Wolfsong leaving, and now Rivewhisper's death? Mallowtail clicks her tongue in disappointment at the thought, but she allows for the chocolate tabby room to grieve. It wasn't her place to interfere, but should the other she-cat request her, then she was by her side. The cream sepia stands nearby until a broken whisper comes to voice and she notes the resistance in the other's eyes and she waits a moment before nodding her head. " Mm, yeah. Let's get her back home, " and you. The two of them deserved to go back home and rest among each other ( and in the stars ) with those that loved and cared for them. Once Tigersting has given her permission to touch Rivewhisper's corpse, then she would gladly assist with bringing her back to camp.

Mallowtail didn't wish to overstep anyone's boundaries and just wanted to see them get back home safely without anymore accidents. Leafbare was around the corner, and they couldn't spend the energy on causing unnecessary drama or tensions. It seemed to be a good thing that Sootspot wasn't here with his snake-tongue or anyone else that wouldn't bother to respect the dead. " I'm ready whenever you are, Tigersting. " she murmurs softly as she offers a comforting smile, waiting for the chocolate tabby's go to help lift Rivewhisper and return to camp.

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[FEATHERSPINE]

Again, again, the air reeked with death. Blood and violence seeped into very aspect of her life- Featherspine was at the very least glad, if he could be glad for anything, that her parents had not been raked away by it too. Even if leaving was worse in some ways... she at least did not have to stare down their faces, see unmoving muscles and mutilated flesh. She did not have to see owl-eyes immobilised in horror. He did not have to see his once-royal bloodline seep into the earth again.

Not for them, but for Rivewhisper.

She'd always been the stupidest of them- so unabashedly brave, but her heart had run away from her too many times. Mouseflight too lay slain at her side- it was for nothing, then, came a cruel thought, but the other warrior was soon forgotten, paid respect only by a lingering look. Yellow eyes flashed with ire and grief- her mouth tasted bitter, and Featherspine staggered to her sister's side, hackles pointing skyward. Mouseflight did not beg berating, but Rivewhisper - "You fool!" he screamed suddenly, hoping the bursting noise would rouse his littermate from her eternal sleep.

He didn't listen to Mallowtail at all, nor sobbing Tigersting, stoic Periwinklebreeze. "I told you, I told you, b-be careful- you never listen to me, you never listen to me!" Featherspine's paw struck the earth, slamming down upon it again and again, sending clumps of earth upward. The coldness of it, the numbing pain it brought, she didn't think of it for a moment. Her face was twisted in complete fury. Sorrow fringed him, but how could they be so sad?

He hoped Rivewhisper could hear him. This wailing, deafening grief that tore his throat to bits, it was the only way Featherspine knew how to care. "You always think you'll b-buh, youll b-be fine, and where does it g-get you? Answer me!"​

✦ penned by pin​