Blackwater was on his way back from another self indulgent venture to the riverside, having had the extra time to allow for much needed rest and inviting a connection between himself and the briny waters that flowed endlessly on. The sound of it's steady torrent was a familiar symphony, his ears eagerly straining to invite it's shanty into the deepest parts of his senses, seeping deep into his cranium and spreading throughout every atom of his lithe frame. For a rare moment in his busy life, he was given the opportunity and privilege to become one with what he held the most dear for another day. It was peaceful, for a time- and peaceful it should have stayed- the serenity of it all being shattered with an unexpected urgency when a concerned voice carried its way towards him with the wind.
Hey... hey...!
His sea-green optics narrowed as his instincts sharpened, his muscles growing taught before throwing his body into motion. His pace quickened until he was soon racing along the riverbank, the voice of the unidentified cat still ringing out across the air as she spoke to someone else who had yet to be seen. He would follow it, the commotion growing all the more clear the closer he came, allowing his stride to slow as he arrived on the scene. His ears perked in a mild display of shock when faced with the unfamiliar kit, her shrunken frame battered and waterlogged from presumably being thrown onto muddied land from the tide. She was lucky- the depths, as beautiful as they may be, were often unforgiving- a monstrous being should it choose to display its power. He stayed off to the side for a moment, watching as Splashpaw prodded at the frail kitten with a wary kind of desperation in an attempt to get her to regain some level of consciousness. It was clear this attempt would be in vain, the other's trembling body wracked with shock and every frail bone that lined her physique clear to the eyes of any who may look.
I can see you're awake. You don't take to swimming well, or somethin'?
"It would appear she does not." His rough voice was soft as he addressed Splashpaw, her efforts clearly acknowledged in the nod he offered her way.
"She's at risk of hypothermia. Please inform Lichenstar of what has happened, I will deliver her to Moonbeam in the meantime." He spoke quickly, though his demeanor remained eerily calm as he leaned down and grasped the young she-kit's scruff by his jaws, lifting her slowly so that she would not swing with the momentum.
The camp was buzzing with life as was customary, multicolored pelts merging in and out of one another in a chaotic yet familiar pattern, mimicking that of a school of glistening fish flittering beneath the river's frothy torrent. He would pay little mind to it all, for nothing else was nearly as important as the precious cargo he would carry directly towards the medicine den, oblivious to the multiple eyes fixing themselves on the unexpected scene. This unnamed kit was cold to the touch- Blackwater's tongue wet with her sodden fur, the uncomfortable sensation causing the corner of his mouth to twitch in the beginnings of a grimace, though he swallowed back his screaming subconscious to lay her down- if he did so, she may surely die, for every second was another that could be used to secure her survival.
"Moonbeam." Muffled speech rumbling from the back of his throat made his presence known as he pushed his way into the den's entrance, his swift paced paws being the only indication of his urgency besides the very obvious sodden bundle that hung unmoving from his jaws. He laid her softly at the ivory medicine cats paws, taking a respectful step away from the two of them shortly thereafter.
"She was found washed up on the riverbank. I fear she may not make it without your help."
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ooc: asking for @Moonbeam !! hopefully its okay to tag <3
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BLACKWATER — HE/HIM ･ 25 MOONS ･ RIVERCLAN WARRIOR ･ PENNED BY SLOANE
SH blue tabby/blue chimera with low white. born to riverclan and eternally devoted to their ranks, he often prioritizes the wellbeing of others over himself and is prone to doing much more than he is physically capable of as a means to prove not only to others that he is deserving of his position, but also to himself. although not something he displays externally, he is imbittered and melancholic regarding his physical ailments and incapability. despite this repressed mental unrest, he is quite laid-back and gentle towards those around him, often content to converse and connect to any who may desire it- although admittedly, he is not the most observant or quick-witted when it comes to recognizing social cues.
