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// cw for canon-typical injuries and mentions of violence. ashpaw was injured by a twoleg in this thread and escaped into the river, which eventually washed her up in thunderclan! (you don't have to read that thread to understand this one)
A S H P A W.
Ashpaw trembles as she crawls from the river.
She's too cold and too tired and everything hurts. Blood leaks from the gash in her side, dripping slowly down her sopping orange pelt. Her eyes have glazed over, fresh terror replaced by nothing at all, like the river ripped her feelings out and washed up numbness in their place.
She drags herself onto the bank, little paws straining. The water laps at her but lets her go, more forgiving than most spots.
It might take her an hour to pull herself all the way onto the muddy shore. Ashpaw doesn't know. She isn't really registering time anymore.
It's pebbly here and thick with reeds. A really bad fishing spot, she thinks numbly. In truth it isn't a fishing spot at all-- she's managed to wash up on the wrong side of the river, and the ThunderClan cats call this land theirs. When she's finally calmed down enough to register the scent, she'll realize.
For now she lies limp in the mud, cloaked by reeds; safer from predators, but difficult to spot-- impossible from a distance. Soaked and muddy as she is, without her kitten-fluff puffed up in excitement, Ashpaw is so much smaller-- little broken thing on the riverbank, half-buried in grime and oozing blood.
Eventually her shivering stops, the warm greenleaf breeze gradually drying her pelt.
The dull-eyed child lies there. She wonders if she's still going to die. She knows she's never hurt this badly, never felt this much pain. She wonders if the twoleg with the thunder-stick will follow her, will find her somehow, drag her back and hurt her more. She's too exhausted to be scared anymore. She's too exhausted to be anything but numb. She doesn't know how long she fought the river for-- how many times she tried for the shore only to be swept back under. All she knows is it took every last scrap of her strength.
She'll lie there while the sun makes its gradual descent, still and silent and looking half-dead, until ThunderClan's next border patrol finds her at twilight.
She's too cold and too tired and everything hurts. Blood leaks from the gash in her side, dripping slowly down her sopping orange pelt. Her eyes have glazed over, fresh terror replaced by nothing at all, like the river ripped her feelings out and washed up numbness in their place.
She drags herself onto the bank, little paws straining. The water laps at her but lets her go, more forgiving than most spots.
It might take her an hour to pull herself all the way onto the muddy shore. Ashpaw doesn't know. She isn't really registering time anymore.
It's pebbly here and thick with reeds. A really bad fishing spot, she thinks numbly. In truth it isn't a fishing spot at all-- she's managed to wash up on the wrong side of the river, and the ThunderClan cats call this land theirs. When she's finally calmed down enough to register the scent, she'll realize.
For now she lies limp in the mud, cloaked by reeds; safer from predators, but difficult to spot-- impossible from a distance. Soaked and muddy as she is, without her kitten-fluff puffed up in excitement, Ashpaw is so much smaller-- little broken thing on the riverbank, half-buried in grime and oozing blood.
Eventually her shivering stops, the warm greenleaf breeze gradually drying her pelt.
The dull-eyed child lies there. She wonders if she's still going to die. She knows she's never hurt this badly, never felt this much pain. She wonders if the twoleg with the thunder-stick will follow her, will find her somehow, drag her back and hurt her more. She's too exhausted to be scared anymore. She's too exhausted to be anything but numb. She doesn't know how long she fought the river for-- how many times she tried for the shore only to be swept back under. All she knows is it took every last scrap of her strength.
She'll lie there while the sun makes its gradual descent, still and silent and looking half-dead, until ThunderClan's next border patrol finds her at twilight.
—— " i found gold in the wreckage "
- tl;dr kitten-aged apprentice washed up on the shore at dusk, injured but not dangerously so.
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- 4 month old orange tabby with green eyes
- apprenticed to lead warrior willowroot
- happy-go-lucky, mischievous, hardworking
- very friendly, but defensive of riverclan!
- "speech" -
- made friends with an ant. named it Rock
- started her apprentice training
- captured and injured by a twoleg as part of riverclan's current clanwide plot
