sensitive topics they make me feel i'm falling down // collapse

[Periwinklebreeze.]

❀​❀ OH HOME, LET ME COME HOME ❀❀​

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periwinklebreeze & 14 moons & demi-boy & he/they & windclan moor runner ​

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Adrenaline is a hell of a drug.

Peri had almost died. He'd felt it, that gut wrenching certainty, that sudden clarity - starclan had tried to take him today. He'd been rescued by an unlikely face - a skyclanner, of all things. A massive tom who the boy thinka might've been called duskpool, if his memory serves him right. They'd never interacted before today - and yet, he'd saved him. He moves forwards on shaking paws in a state of shock, even as the others mill about. They'd made it up in the end, with quite a few bumps and bruises on the way, but mostly whole and alive. They'd made it. He'd lived.

Limbs are shaking, chest is heaving, vision blurring - oh, has his heart always been this loud? Suddenly, it's a bit too hard to breathe - a choked wheeze slipping past parted lips as pupils dilate and blue gaze widens. Head tips up, and blue eyes meet an all to familiar pair of green as a rush of cold floods his body. Lips move in a silent plea, world spinning on it's axis as he topples.

Shoulders brush against something solid on the way down, swaths of tortoishells fur blurring in his mind's eye. For a moment, he's almost embarrassed. It's not the first time he's fainted like this, really - but he'd been doing so well. It'd been weeks since they'd left, and he'd even managed to grasp a few hours of sleep in the darkness of the caves. So why now? Why like this? Why did this have to happen now of all times, with the eyes of those from other clans upon his pelt?

Perhaps, he thinks disorientedly, this is his penance - his punishment, for going against starclans wishes yet again. Ears ring loudly for one final moment, deafening, before it goes just as silent. Eyes flutter closed, and then there is nothing but darkness.

— home is wherever I'm with you ❀

• Actions && "Speech," && ' Thoughts/Quotes '
  
  ooc: Looking at @bobbie and falling against @Mouseflight but no need to wait. takes place directly after the steep cliffside thread.
  TLDR: He's fainted due to experiencing a vasovagal syncope caused by the adrenaline rush and near death experience, combined with his already frail health. He will wake after a few posts from others <3
  tw/cw: near death experience / fainting
  
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  — a lithe figured black and white tom with a false-pointed pattern and clear blue eyes that gleam periwinkle in the right lighting. he seems perpetually worn and exhausted, with heavy bags beneath his eyes and a slouched posture. he has a speech impediment which leaves him with a stutter and sometimes even completely non-verbal, and his fluffy tail is adorned with carefully woven daisies.
  
  — physically medium && mentally easy && pacifist
  — non-violent powerplay allowed && healing powerplay allowed && minor injury powerplay allowed
  — please attack using [b][color=#ccccff]action here[/color][/b] and tag account

 

[Mouseflight]

Tired and in pain from the journey up the cliff side, Mousflight had sought out his friend and quickly sat down to rest next to the other, seeking comfort in more familiar faces the best that he could after such a strenuous climb. He was catching his breath, ready to make a quick remark to the bi-colored tom - something about never wanting to see a cliff again - when he felt the weight of the other on him as he slid down and fell to the ground, and quickly Mouseflight found himself on his paws once more, frantic as he looked down at the older WindClanner for but a moment before he began looking around. At first, he began looking for Wolfsong or Cottonpaw before he remembered they weren't here, they were far far away down a cliff and through some tunnels and across a bridge, and upon that split second realization he quickly shouted out "S-someone get Magpiepaw!"

The ShadowClan apprentice was the only one who was able to heal properly, the only one that would be able to tell Mouseflight if Periwinklebreeze was okay. He ignored the pain in his face as he frantically swiveled his head, trying to find the swamp-dweller among those that were on top of the cliff, watching to see when he'd come this way.

⋆｡°✩ threw my voice into the dark

• @Magpiepaw
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  ⋆ mousekit - mousepaw - mouseflight
  ⋆ ftm - he/him - 11 moons
  ⋆ bisexual - open to relationship
  ⋆ tunneler of windclan
  ⋆ attack - speech - thought
  ⋆ penned by tikki

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[Magpiepaw]

Magpiepaw hit the ground with a little too hard a landing, sliding from the rocky cliffside with a quietly muttered yelp of alarm but otherwise he was fine. It was a treacherous venture, he could barely walk a straight line let alone scale a cliff and he was more than a little thankful that SkyClan seemed so adept at it than the rest of them. Curious how the clans skills were all coming into play, no wonder this was a journey meant for them as a whole and not individually. StarClan worked in mysterious ways, but it rekindled hid faith and determination in them when it worked out.
His name rings out and he turns with wide blue-violet eyes upon standing to see the point WindClanner upon the ground, Mouseflight as his side and he rushes over as quickly as his wobbling gait will allow, pausing alongside to place a paw on a still rising chest.
Breathing, but shallow, labored, maybe he was weak of the body or lungs and overexerted himself. He is only a little familiar with things like this, at the very least Perwinklebreeze did not thrash violently as Loampelt did on his fainting spells and he wonders vaguely if it was some kind of illness and the black cat of his clan merely had the advanced version. Hard to say, he felt so out of his depth here still with these cats and their unique conditions.
"...He's unconscious, but....I think he'll be fine. If we can find some water, some cool moss might help..." And surely they were all thirsty after that.
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