sensitive topics the good advice you just didn't take // being stubborn

TW: breif mentions of past character death, refusing treatment, implications of death

LIKE A PICTURE IN A FRAME
WISH WE COULD'VE STAYED THE SAME
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periwinklebreeze 25 moons demi-boy windclan lead warrior
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" No - I d-dont... I'm fine, " comes quiet grumble, tail lashing irritably. Skin feels sun-scorched, lungs struggling with every breath, and yet Periwinklebreeze remains stubbornly locked in his choice. " You c-can - treat someone else f-first... they need it more, " barely does he finish rasping this out before he's coughing again, but the false pointed tom doesn't change his mind. He's tired - of being sick, of watching others wither away. He doesn't bother to spare a thought for how his friends and family must feel - only thinks of Wisteriapaw and Snailstride. He doesn't want to see anyone ele in such a place, doesn't want to watch someone else die. His own pitiful life matters little in comparison.

actions & " speech, " & 'thoughts/quotes'
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I ' V E - A L W A Y S - B E E N - R E A L - B A D - W I T H - C H A N G E
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// please wait for @CELANDINEPAW ; takes place at the badger sett
 

After Periwinklebreeze had fainted, Celandinepaw and Wolfsong had not wanted to take any more chances with fate, mercurial as it was. Today, Celandinepaw had been assigned to monitor Periwinklebreeze at the badger's sett. Weaving through the molds of shivering and heaving bodies, ungraceful gait had conducted itself with enough care to leave her bankrupt for a lifetime. Even at the brink of sickness, some warriors still clung to their ill-fitting pride, like a cloak of gloom that hardly benighted one's blemishes. It would have been noble, if Celandine were not the hand that fed. It would have been a kindness, if she felt it was not a misbegotten sacrifice for nothing. Frustration rose within Celandinepaw's throat at the lead warrior's stubbornness, like the precipice of bile piercing at her tongue, an unwonted bitterness that invaded where it was not meant to be. Near her paws, she held the saving grace of herbs to alleviate his pain, and yet he refused. Anger never dwelled long within her - it would always seep out of her violently, painting her visage upon its truth.

"You're not fine! Look at you! All I'm doing is trying to help you. All I've been doing is trying to help my clan. But everyone thinks they know better than me, even though Wolfsong chose me himself! I don't understand - it is 'cause I'm not from Windclan? I'm sorry for being born in another place; maybe I should go back in time and tell my mother to give birth on the fields!" The words came without repose, flowing out of her mouth like an inglorious fountain of brine, saltwater staining the vertices of her tongue and her lips. Ears folded back as she realized the grave mistake, one that had come from a pulsating impulse, like her very heart had taken hold of herself. "I - I'm sorry." She could only stammer out as ears perked up and headlight-glares burned into her flesh.

  • IC opinions.... waaah
  • ( NOTE: Reference is a placeholder until a drawn reference can be supplied. Credit HERE )​
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  • —— CELANDINEPAW / She/They/He / 11 Moons
    —— Moor Runner Apprentice of Windclan / Mentored by Dimmingsun
    —— A shorthaired golden spotted tabby with yellowish-green eyes. Somewhat pudgy, though lean and able to hold her ground in the wild.
    —— Extroverted and unafraid to speak their mind, she is a friendly and affable face in Windclan. Though ditzy and somewhat cowardly, she tries her best to help her clan.
    —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.


 

˖⁺‧₊ ☽◯☾ ₊‧⁺˖  Periwinklebreeze isn't fine. His skin is slick with sweat, sticky as Vulturepaw presses their face into his fur. His breathing shakes his chest, rattly and hoarse. It scares them, even more than their own gasping breaths do. Still, he is quiet as the warrior protests. He still doesn't want to admit to the severity; speaking it aloud feels too much like condeming his dad to death.

Sootspot was right, he thinks. His words were taunting, but true. If Periwinklebreeze is committed to withering away, then his child will wither with him.

Celandinepaw is supposed to help. She is supposed to help, and yet her voice grates upon his nerves, angry and aimless. The voice of their savior carries no trace of gentleness, only blame. Vulturepaw turns his head just enough for one eye to glare at that swaying wheatgrass impression of a cat. "He d-d... d-d... He doesn't c-c-care about that," tears ragged from his throat, a bitter bite creeping in on cautious paws. She has it all wrong. "I'm nnn-not from WindClan either," he adds accusatorily. And Periwinklebreeze loves me, goes unsaid, plain as day.

They'd seemed so kind before, but a medicine cat who snaps at their patients is no caretaker at all. His mouth twists sourly. No wonder his father doesn't want to be treated by her. "If... If you wanna help then just duh-do it." She's right, he clearly needs help... Not someone ranting about their own problems. A barbed tail lashes behind him. His annoyance feels far too now, twisted and all-consuming as the illness gives it fuel.

"Stop c-c-cuh... c-c..." A shaky exhale. His eyes screw shut with the pain, each sound scraping against the raw ridges of his throat. "Mnn. Just shh-shut up. 'S not about you."

  • IC opinions as well <3
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    "SPEECH"
  • VULTUREPAW he / they, apprentice of windclan, six moons.
    a spiky-furred dark tabby with amber eyes.
    skittish and dour, with a superstitious sort of pessimism.
    micheal x npc, adopted by periwinklebreeze. sibling to dustpaw and bilberrypaw.
    peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
    penned by SATURNIDsaturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.