pafp Something Broken {Accident} Makes one new

[~Deersong~]

𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌, 𝐼 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒​

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Deersong had woken up early this day, eager to get to Snowpaw's full training now that she was fully recovered from the dog attack. She had been in a hurry, however, and as such had not taken the time to properly tuck her precious stones into her nest so that they did not poke any cat or make unnecessary glints of light.

Deersong figured her gems would be fine until her return and without another thought, the molly would lead her apprentice out of the camp to begin their duties. Unbeknownst to her, her most beloved stone, a turquoise given to her by her mother before her passing, was poking out of the nest she shared with Thistleback and was glowing softly in the fragment of sunlight that streamed into the den through some holes in the bracken. Should any cat even poke their head into the den, they would spot it immediately and only fate could tell what could possibly happen then.

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@FLAN

Please wait for Flan to post; but after that go wild <3
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[FLAN]

Still feeling awkward around the clan, he had yet to find any true friends aside from his sister. With a large majority of the clan away, it was the perfect opportunity for him to look around and really begin to grow familiar with things. The first den he would enter, the stone would catch his gaze, curious as to what the pretty light was. “Well hello there! What are you doing here?” Picking it up, he would turn it over in his paws as he inspected the bright object. Unaware of the sentimental value of it, he would be rather careless in his playing. Only when the voice of a cat behind him startled him, would he jump, the rock falling to the ground beneath him.​

 

[BLAZESTAR]

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮​

Blazestar finds himself more and more grateful for Daisyflight's help with organizing every day. His head is so full of worries about WindClan, keeping everyone fed, ensuring training is going well, and -- of course, as ever -- his pregnant mate and how she's keeping up.

As it is, he can never remember patrols, and he spots Flan from just outside the dens. Padding forward, he calls out, voice friendly, "Hey! I can't remember... were you going out on the--"

He must have startled the bored tom, whose pawing something Blazestar can't see. It falls, and pieces go flying, scattered through the den. Blazestar's eyes widen when he realizes it's one of Deersong's possessions -- a stone of some sort, the color of her eyes.

"What... were you doing?" He asks, immediately nervous.

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[watson]

wait around, i'll smile again​

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Watson has realized in reserved annoyance by this point in his day that unless he wanders out of this camp, there is no escaping the torrent of cats going here and there and fro within Skyclan. His backup option is to keep his head down and hope that no one has anything to say to him or expects anything of him. To blend in with the rabble. The fall colored tom is almost successful when he hears a familiar voice and his chest tightens with dread. It's him- the undead. How the hell are they so calm around a cat that should be in the ground right now? Watson shivers, whiskers flickering on a trembling lip. The other alley cats had told him that Blazestar had met his end in the city and in a way, Watson feels a bit responsible (hopefully, Blazestar is no vengeful revenant...). It's not like Watson is some hero who could have singlehandedly done anything but maybe if there had just been more eyes present, such things could have been avoided. But, in some "miracle" by some suppsed sky cats, the ragdoll is still alive and that fact is sending the heebie jeebies right up his spine.

Oh no. He's been standing here too long. Just staring. Now they'll think he wants something. Oh no, no. Just... play it cool, Watson, play it cool... There's only a dead man over there having casual conversation with some happy fool none-the-wiser, no big deal! "Just looks like a stupid rock to me," he says, having caught a glimpse of the item as it toppled to the floor. What's a bigger deal? The rock or the living dead.​

 

[~Deersong~]

𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌, 𝐼 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒​

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Deersong would finally return to camp with Snowpaw in tow, the she-cat looking quite pleased with her apprentice and how well the day was beginning. "Why don't you pick a piece of prey and meet e by the warrior's den so we can share?" With the expectation that the young tom would heed her words, the whimsical molly began to make her way back toward the den, her head tilting as she spotted the small crowd that had formed within it.

"Hey there, Brotha's. What's Cra-" She would stop dead in her tracks as she poked her head into the den and saw the destruction that had taken place. Flan, Blazestar, and Watson sitting around her broken stone, and the usually cool and calm molly's eyes opened wide as tears sprung up within them. "Oh...Mama no..."

Her voice would be barely above a whisper, but the grief could be heard all the same. Deersong would hurry forward, before looking down at her now broken treasure. Her paw would delicately reach out to touch one of the fragments and as tears of loss rolled down her cheeks, she would look at the trio of toms present, "W-What happened?" ​

 

[ThistleBack]

Behind the flowy mocha and cream tendrils of one witchy lass, travels oily thorns and jagged steps, muscular ripples and an annoying plaster of herbs over a new scarring wound in his ear. She had been out with Snowpaw again per usual, and Thistleback himself had just returned from patrol and his face with pressed with a day of annoyance. The stinging in his head leaving him a scowl, but the sight of Deersong had softened it considerably. She had an angel’s touch, delicate but powerful all the same.

Heavy knuckled paws stop at the mouth of the warrior’s den, casting serrated shadows as he peered at the gathering of pelts. One of them, Blazestar himself. A warrior meeting perhaps. His beloved opens her maw and greets them- but it’s cut short, and tapers. Oh…mama no…, Thistleback’s fictional brow hooks upward and his eyes snap to the side of his mate’s face. He can see the beads of crystalline tears in her eye. ’ something hurt her. something hurt her. something hurt her ‘ Thistleback’s scowl deepens as he follows her with his eyes as she paws at shards of what was once a stone. His lips twitch with his sudden anger, but he wordlessly pads into the crowded den and pushes his nose to Deersong’s ear to comfort her.

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OOC INFO REF

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• — Thistleback | thirty moons | cis-male
  — daylight warrior of Skyclan
  — bisexual | fallen for Deersong 9.29.22
  — very muscular piebald black and white tom with spiky fur and cold silver-grey eyes. Wears a purple collar with brass clasp.
  
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