sensitive topics WHEEL OF MISFORTUNE &. return/injuries

[SPLINTERPAW.]

BUT MAYBE THAT'S A LIE​

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// HELLO ALL this takes place after this thread!! have any reactions you'd like given that the apprentices went out alone!

he can't breathe. his lungs weren't made for this– ruined by the yellowcough that ravaged his body all those moons ago, and yet he doesn't care. his jaw aches, his lungs burn, and he is wheezing, but he has to keep going. he's trying ot make sure that bunnypaw, and thistlepaw, are okay. both of them could have been saved– if splinterpaw had been working harder. if he had been better, none of this would happen. he needed to be better– he would be better. his paws feel like they very well may fall off, and as splinterpaws finally makes it into the camp, he nearly collapses but he has to focus on holding bunnypaw up, and keeping thistlepaw from dropping her, too.

"h...h...elp..."

he doesn't think he can talk anymore. he hardly even wants to think any longer– but he must. he is looking around for his family, namely scorchstar, scorchstorm, and venomstrike.

"d...d-... wheeze– p-papa... can't... br...breathe..."

he cant hold anyone up anymore, and he himself is included in that. he falls to the ground, wincing as the weight of bunnypaw goes with him. he can't do it. he can't do this. he's so tired, and he just wants his siblings to be okay. bunnypaw has to be okay, doesn't she?


// helping @bunnypaw , @THISTLEPAW !! looking for @VENOMSTRIKE , @SCORCHSTAR , @SCORCHSTORM !!

tagging: @CELANDINEPAW @cottonsprig for injuries apprentices may have!

splinterpaw's injury includes a deep gash from shoulder down his back; and small asthma attack!

no need to wait for anyone tagged !!!!
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[BUCKFIRE]

The whipping wind and snow are relentless, leaving tragedy in its wake. If there hadn't been a blizzard, then perhaps the clan would have noticed the apprentices slipping out of camp in order to snag a catch. Whether this was done for the sake of their bellies or merely for their pride, what occurred out on the blustery moors that day could have never been predicted. It never should have happened; these poor kids.

Buckfire had been one of the cats to lead the charge when word had gotten around that a group of 'paws were missing. He wasn't frail or sickly and was in ample condition to set off on the mission, so why wouldn't he? If the search party hadn't gotten to them all in time then there was a chance they wouldn't have been able to return home on their own, something that the moor runner would have never forgiven himself for.

The chocolate tabby staggers into camp beside a younger cat, the freezing cold taking its toll on his body as much as he willed himself to keep pushing. "We need a medicine cat!" The warrior calls, an atypical urgency filling his hoarse voice. A cough expels from his lungs, frost clinging to his short pelt.

Muscles trembling against his will, Buckfire weakly turns his head to survey the horrific scene before him — injuries of varying degrees. The apprentices had been attacked by something vicious. Great stars almighty.

𝐈 𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐀 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍 ✹ . + ˚ · 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐃

• also following up from the search party thread!
  + feel free to be the apprentice he's helping <3

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  — buckfire / 34 moons / he/him pronouns
  — windclan moor runner / former loner
  — sh chocolate tabby w/ orange eyes, bite marks on left foreleg, nick in left ear & scratch on right side of lip
  — click for tags

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[THISTLEPAW !]

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Everything is heavy. His paws, struggling to lead him to camp - carrying both his weight and his sister's. Splinterpaw helped carry Bunnypaw back to the clearing, yet he is the one doing most of the lifting ( he cannot have Splinterpaw do this, as selfish as it may be; part of him can only trust himself to get through this task ). His wounds burn and blood continues to trail down his leg, seeping into the snow-covered camp. He stands frozen, paralyzed, as more and more cats pass through the tunnel wounded, in shock. But he doesn't bat an eye to them.

"Cottonsprig," He breathes, voice hoarse and tired from all the yowling. Buckfire is calling for the medicine cats, too; he doesn't need to worry about being heard. Good. "Bunnypaw - help. . . Bunnypaw. . . first." He pleads, hoping the others heard his wish. His eyelids are heavy. Wish his younger sister still on his back, Thistlepaw collapses on the snow, softening the fall. I'm sorry. Without another word uttered, the apprentice passes out on the cold ground.

𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 *:･ﾟ✧ 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓

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  LH Seal-point with low white​

  
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  THISTLEPAW he / him apprentice of windclan
  son of Rattleheart x Venomstrike, brother to Bunnypaw, Crunchykit, Breezepaw and Splinterpaw.
  Lissom seal-point prickly-furred feline with white markings on his face, chest, belly, paws and tail. His tail is long and has a tufted tip.
  "speech" thoughts

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[SHEEPPAW]

Everything is drifting in and out of focus, he tries to fight off the drowsiness creeping up on him. But it is futile. The whipping snow is relentless as the group finally makes it to camp, he feels cold. Sheeppaw feels numb to the cold, as an ear twitches- while there's shuffling all around him. Panicked cries rose from clanmates (he doesn't know who) as he leaned his weight on Buckfire. For the slivers of consciousness, he manages to glance over at both Splinterpaw and Thistlepaw carrying the prone form of Bunnypaw.

Letting his muzzle wrinkle up as he sniffled, a sign of him being at least awake enough to run his tongue over his bottom teeth. His mouth feels like mud as he mumbles out, "Who... else... made it back?" Stars, let them be alright... He tries not to swallow but he fails as he lets out a hiss at his bloodied neck. She twitches at the sound of Thistlepaw hitting the snow, she feels numb in all places. Leaning all her weight onto Buckfire, the apprentice can't make it to the medicine den in this condition. Limbs twitch, as static fills her ears. Teeth bite down her tongue while burning, searing pain rattles her senses. She feels lightheaded... must be the blood that was starting to dribble from his neck. Ugh... His eyes squeeze shut as he just stays where he is, with a groan of pain leaving his mouth.

⊹ ⏜ ۫ . 𝙎𝙉𝙊𝙊𝙕𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙄𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝙇𝙊𝙐𝘿𝙎 ᶻ 𝘾𝘼𝙉 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙁𝙀𝙀𝙇 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙇𝘼𝙐𝙂𝙃𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝘽𝙐𝙄𝙇𝘿

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• no ref yet </3​

• ( WHAT? THE FACE? ) ꕤ ‧₊˚. SHEEPPAW. ╱ windclan apprentice.
  ⤷ CLOSETED GENDERFLUID ; HE / SHE
  ✶ CURRENTLY 13 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 29TH.
  ✶ undecided / not actively looking — mentoring none.
  ✶ a lanky, longhaired black smoke with high white and blue eyes
  ✶ thoughts ; "Speech, B9D6F2" ; attacks only
  ✶ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✶ smells like night air & windblown heather
  — all opinions are ic
  
  → biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone

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[Wasppaw]

I love you, and if you want, I'll call you King

Idiots. Wasppaw's body is frozen and shaking. Her coal pelt lost in the flurry of white that clung to her like fleas. She had been tempted to leave with Buckfire on the search patrol but her damned position as apprentice prevented her from helping. Why didn't I notice them leave? A circle was caked in to the snow in front of the apprentice's den. Her paws were heavy with ice.
Iron scent announced their arrival, sending spiked fur in every direction. Someone was hurt. Why didn't I go with them? Her stomach sank as Buckfire entered, bringing only more of the stench. Unrelenting blood. Fear scent. It made her tired.
Idiots. All of them. Their damn stupid pride. Their damn stupid arrogance.
Paws turn to retrieve the star-speaker, but eyes catch on sharp movement. A moment to slow to catch Thistlepaw, Wasppaw darts to catch the falling body of Bunnypawwith her shoulder, attempting to replace Thistlepaw's place in holding the body.
Cottonsprig! The stench of flesh filles her nose. COTTONSPRIG!

But why do I lie awake each night thinking
"Instead of you, it should be me"? — penned by Keee, tags
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[Puddlepaw.]

I WANT TO BELONG
LIKE THE BIRDS IN THE TREES ​

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puddlepaw & 10 moons & demi-girl & she/they & windclan apprentice ​

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Some part of Puddlepaw refuses to truly grasp her fortune - even as mismatched eyes blink slowly as she reemerges in camp, everyone quick to leap at the warriors calls. She'd come out unscathed - untouched by injury, save for the discomfort in her nose, but surely the sniffles would dissipate now that they had returned and she could be warm once more. And all it had cost her was a rabbit... and bunnypaw. Head turns and tilts raggedly, like she isn't fully in control of her limbs, and the girl simply blinks again as she stares uncomprehending.

Of course, she knows what she should've done - ignoring, of course, the fact they probably shouldn't have left camp at all in the first place. She should've- well, fought, shouldn't she? And yet, the tunneler remains assured in her choice, simply by virtue of her saftey. She shivers, still utterly frozen to the bone from the blizzard that even now rages on, but she says nothing.

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B L U E B I R D S ━ F O R E V E R ━ C O L O U R ━ T H E ━ S K Y

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// she's lowkey in shock but unscathed, only her previous whitecough symptoms <3