sensitive topics SAY, WHAT'S IN THIS DRINK? = [ death / pafp ]

[falcongaze]

tw for death, some gore

Falcongaze had disappeared sometime during the blizzard. Hopefully, the assumption that was he had simply gotten lost making dirt and was okay, the assumption that was perhaps, he would reappear like he always did from those long walks he used to take. No, that was no such thing, and while it was still biting cold, he was nowhere to be found. Snow had lumps in it, scattered amongst camp, gray light breaking across the snow that hadn't been touched. But the scent of blood, of death, was pungent in the air.

Another set of paws traced slowly after the path that something too, dragging something further and further from camp. It wasn't long before green eyes found what were storm blues, cocked open wide and sightless, without the light that touched everything around him. Tossed in a puddle of red snow, killed by something larger, quicker, parts of him eaten. Drip, drip, went icicles around the clearing where he was found.

Falcongaze was dead, no merciful end for somecat so selfless. Truly a bitter end, never to reveal who his true mate ended up being, why he had left Lupinesong so long ago, living in silence and moving in quieter steps. A sewer cat, life ending from hypothermia and a predator's- or a scavenger's?- bitter fangs.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── THEYRE ALL THAT I WAS ⋅❁⋅ AND NEVER COULD BE ──┐‎

• "speech"
  // this is it for falcongaze! thank u to everyone who shaped him as a cat, he was fun while he lasted </3
  // please wait for @edenberry ?!

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• FALCONGAZE 🌧 he/him, warrior of skyclan, twenty moons.
  ⭃ LH chocolate lynx point with deep blue eyes, and a long scar on his left cheek down under his jawline. pushes his 'hair' back. very long legged, half oriental moggie.
  ⭃ mentored by greeneyes / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ padding after lupinepaw / / brother to spottedpaw and sagepaw
  ⭃ 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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[edenberry ?!]

Maybe this makes them a harbinger... adorning a harp made of their whiskers, plucked in funerary tones by the striking of tears upon the chords. When they left to weather the storm that day they hadn't expected to return home painted in streaks of sanguine... it was no small wonder how their fur hadn't become stained with it at this point-

Blood.

The viscous scent of death encourages the urgency of their paws through frostbitten fields but there's nothing to be done. Nothing they can ever do but watch. He's almost unrecognizable... hardly a familiar imprint of the same tom that had stood between them and raised claws more than once. A friend, even if held at a distance for too long to win over the favor of flame-toned shadows...

"Oh Stars-" Their words catch in their throat, choking on the smell of a cat turned into nothing more than prey... He'd died alone... He'd suffered. Those cruelties of fate alone make their belly churn.

Maybe it's good luck... that they're so familiar to it now, that they rush to close the distance and bury their nose into his cheek in a too-late goodbye. A parting touch. "I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry Falcongaze..."

Setting about the task of bringing home would be impossible alone... but the crunching of the frosted brush one another cat's paws says they won't have to bear it alone. Not this time... "He's... he's already dead..."

⟡₊ ⊹ 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

 

[DROWSYNOSE]

STILL DON'T KNOW MY NAME​

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they all grew up together. in some overly hopeful idealogy in his head, drowsynose could have sworn that they were went to all die together, too, when they're older and brittle. in the elder den; many of those who they've grown around returned for to the stars long ago. but not them. his siblings, his friends, and falcongaze. he cannot just simply be lumped into to the other groups because he has always been more to him. he's always been way more than just a friend to drowsynose. first a crush, then best friend, to secret lover. it wasn't like they weren't gonna tell everyone, they would have eventually but... life is unkind to a warrior cat.

his nose has always been sensitive. he's mostly been grateful for it; except for in insistences when he can smell blood, death, danger... fear. he smells some sick combination of a lot of it, and there isn't a moment that it crosses his mind that it could be falcongaze. maybe it's denial. or maybe the sweet sick smell of death just covers up his normally comforting scent. he can't think about who it might be when he has to be a warrior with his head held strong– but he does smell edenberry. that in of itself worries him, and he picks up his pace, worried that one of his favorite cuddling buddies was...

only it's worse. worse than he could have ever imagined– and right then and right there something breaks off and dies within him. he can't be dead. it can't be true. he never got to love him outloud– he never got to have his kits, and... tell everyone just how happy he felt. he never got to explain to him that he's so so thankful to him– and that he... he feels nauseous. his heart hurts so bad that his paw presses against his chest as he pants quietly, shaking his head. how... did this happen? why did this happen? he didn't deserve this, and he didn't deserve to be alone! but he can't break down. he can't. as broken as he feels inside, he can't...

"...f...falcongaze..."

his voice cracks, as he stumbles over, shaking his head in utter disbelief.

"he... he can't be... edenberry... please please t-tell me this is some... some fucked up n-nightmare? please... th-this can't be... he c-can't be–"

he can be, and he is. he is gone. i never got to tell everyone how much i love you, falcongaze. i have always loved you. I will always love you. there is no one else for me... I'm so sorry I wasn't here for you, I'm so sorry... I hope... you're safe in the stars... and we will meet again, my love. I promise. I promise. his love would forever burn, but he'd never be the same. a part of him died with his mate. he just isn't sure which part.

"we... should get him... home."
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[TWITCHBOLT]

Acute senses quivered at the scent- blood, unmistakeable. A million times before he'd been struck with it... cloying, unrelenting. Twitchbolt's eyes stained wide at it; it wasn't the warm, appetising flicker of prey blood- wasn't the fresh spring of a claw-struck wound, inflicted by a rogue. No, no. Rotted scent hanging in the air, this was, and he- what could he do but forge forth? Go, go... dreading what he would see, knowing it would be awful, wracking his brains for all the cats he'd seen that day, who might be missing, whether any arguments had tippled on tongues-

Falcongaze. He remembered before he saw him.

Edenberry, wraithlike- they must feel like the reaper, and sunken eyes regarded them with bottomless sympathy. He found his way to his friend's side, scruffy fur brushing briefly against white. What, what was there to do? Drowsynose watched on, eyes filmed with tears- for all the panic hammering in his heart, Twitchbolt managed to choke out something brittle. "Oh- stars, I'm sorry. I'm sorry." And it seemed to be all anyone would say. Shouldn't he be abe to give something better? Something more? Within himself he wanted to find a well of sympathy, something he could easily siphon to say all the perfect things...

No such thing. He knew it, now... knew too there were more pressing matters. They couldn't stay here, couldn't... not with blood soaking into the earth, bite-marks on his throat, soon to find him again. Hanging around with something so salivating, for a predator... "We- we will get him home. We have to- have to move, now."

The two of them, they weren't apprentices anymore- Falcongaze had not been, either, but it stung just as keenly. Potential, lost to cruel, cold claws. Twitchbolt sighed, taking the first step forth to position himself, ready to carry the young warrior home. Home, forever. His spark was a short burst, but he deserved an eternity of rest for it. ​

penned by pin ✧​