sensitive topics You are my sweetest downfall ❧ Death

[Florabreeze]

Florabreeze takes to the confines of the garden within her Twolegs yard. Resting between growing shrubbery and flowers in their garden bed, kneading at the mulch as she watched the twilight take hold of the sky. Newleaf carries a gentle breeze, she's been hopeful that with the snow melting her worries would too. Distantly she thinks of Kite and their children, she hopes that the warmer weather would be kinder to them, she's figured out that they must not be in Twolegplace since all of her searches have been fruitless. There's a nagging voice that says that's what she thought with Magnolia too only to find out that she's been nearby. It does her no good to dwell on it, a heavy sigh escapes her.

It should be time to move on, she should be enjoying the time she has with her daughter and her friends. Focusing on her warrior duties, dedicating time to be a good clan mate instead of worrying about-

Spicepurr's wailing a few yards over is enough to help her focus on something different. She wastes no time hopping over fences to make sure that she's okay. The sight of her smeared in blood is harrowing, the initial thought is worrying that Kite must be back. She would have thought that to be silly if it wasn't the horrible truth, she thinks to tell Spicepurr to wash off the blood but selfishley she knows she needs the daylighters help. The trail of blood isn't enough in her mind, she needs the traumatised she-cat to guide her. Her presence almost eclipses the smaller warrior in shadow, sticking close to her side while trying to avoid the sticky bloody parts of her. Doesn't allow herself to think too long about whose blood that is coating the pelt beside her, truthfully the maine coon knows it to be Kite's.

The copper stench grows closer as she crosses another yard, jumping down from the wooden fencing. The trail is thicker, their body must have been lower to the ground. Stars, had they been crawling away by this point? The thought is dizzying, she thinks this must be a nightmare and that in any second she would wake up. Why now, why would Kite do this to themself, to her? She had just started to move on, hadn't she? Then she considers the way she looks for brighter green in Doeblaze's jade, how she stands a little taller passing by any black tabby at camp thinking it's them for a moment within the corner of her eye. No, she hadn't moved on at all had she? The sight of Kite is simultaneously the most harrowing and most beautiful thing she witnesses, they are captured in the light of a bleeding sky, dappled in rosey hues and glowing underneath street lights. The romantic in her willfully ignores the blood for a moment, for a few precious heart beats.

Reality sets in soon after, when the smell is too much. When there's a rasp of her name, oh she longs for that voice. It haunts her dreams, now it lingers in her waking moments. In truth she forgets Spicepurr is there until she feels the younger warrior bristle beside her "stay here Spicepurr, please" she whispers to her, a desperate plea before she moves to approach. One hesitant step becomes two, then her pacing increases. Before she knows it she's crouched by their side, ignoring the blood that seeps into her paws, the way it coats her belly and legs. "Kite" she whispers in reverence, in concern, in complete adoration and horror. "Why- Why are you back here? What did you do?" It should be a question levied at her friend and in time she will. Florabreeze is no fool, she knows Kite's dying, she can see the dimming light in their eyes, the way their voice runs ragged. This amount of blood… She doubts even Fireflyglow could have brought them back from this, it would take too much time to try and get help. "I don't understand" It's an echo of their previous confrontation, she hates that. The deja-vu this brings, facing them now with a sombering understanding that she won't see them again, this time is permanent.

"We could have been happy together" she murmurs as fat tears roll down her cheeks, sucking in that Newleaf breeze to steel herself from becoming a blubbering mess. There are so many things she wants to say, wants to do. Wants to scream at them until their lungs burn for air while simultaneously wishing to hold their body and weep. She's caught not being able to do either, just staring at them with tears brimming in her eyes. "I've missed you" the confession lurches from her and hesitantly a paw brushes by their side, they don't deserve comfort, this is more than any of their victims had received in their final moments isn't it? There's a long pause before the heart takes over the rationality of the brain. Gingerly she presses a nose to their cheek, the familiar scent of their ex mate mixed with the unfamiliar smells of a life they've been living far beyond her own. A rasped breath escaping her once more as she chokes down a stifled sob. "The kits- did you? Are they okay?" There's desperation in her voice, blindly grasping at whatever words Kite has the strength to say. She needs to know they're okay, or at least be given a definite answer one way or the other.

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• @KITEWAIL
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  FLORABREEZE 𖧧 She/her || Daylight Lead Warrior of SkyClan || 42 moons
  ❥ A large black tabby maine coon with low white and bright green eyes, always wearing her mushroom print collar if she can
  ❥ Mentored by Sorrelsong ／Mentoring Daffodilpaw
  ❥ "Speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ Penned by Juice ⏐ouijeejuice on discord {open to being dmed for plots}

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[KITEWAIL]

They truly did not think their pleads to be found would be heeded by Florabreeze herself. Her name trickles from their lips in a last ditch effort for Starclan to hear their prayers. Speaking the name thaws an eerie chill which creeps along Kitewail's body. Through the scent of their own blood they smell it: the scent of mint and pine sap from the heart of Skyclan's territory. It is the scent of their home they made in Skyclan with Florabreeze under false pretenses and enough lies to choke them both. They smell their mate, their love and a mother of missing kits. Kitewail's head lolls forward as Florabreeze and Spicepurr enter the yard. The two speak in hushed tones and Kitewail watches as differing expressions of fear dances across their faces. It hurts too much to hold their head up so they set it down with a groan. Forabreeze's progression to them is slow and nearly agonizing to watch.

It was like the Maine Coon was walking in slow motion initially, toying with the time Kitewail has left. When her pace quickens Kitewail extends their forepaw outward but pulls it back against their chest, eliciting a whimper for the suddenness. Kitewail would like more than anything to touch their mate, to prove she is real, but if she is real then Florabreeze should not have to endure their touch ever again, not when the final time she had to it was an infliction of pain.

Kitewail heart pounds wildly in their chest as the moonlight illuminates Florabreeze's ivory mask in the same that would make them catch their breath in the past. Florabreeze crouches to their level and Kitewail wishes to reach their paw out and press it beneath her own but they fear even that movement will expend their dwindling energy. They remain still instead but their eyes dart back and forth across Florabreeze's face and along their body like they are checking for wounds or if she is in good health. Their stare settles down on the healed lacerations down her chest and they bite back a wave of nausea which the sight of the scars summon. "I... only... meant to... ensure you... were home. I was... not going to... stay and..." Kitewail shudders and bites back a moan of pain. The world tilts on its axis around them but they try to ground themself to the distraught eyes of Florabreeze. "...I was not going... to hurt you... I did not hurt her... again." Kitewail glances at Spicepurr in the background then anchors themself back to Florabreeze.

'I don't understand.' Kitewail winces and twitches their head in something like a nod. "...you should not try to... I... was not in my right... mind... or perhaps... ever." There's no way to verbalize what they did, it has no explanation, it would only cause more hurt to find words for something so convoluted. The guilt for those they murdered remains but in the grip of Florabreeze's citrine hues it is overshadowed by a special kind of cannibalizing, all-devouring guilt reserved only for her. It is what has torn tormented them throughout exile, but in proximity of Florabreeze it is especially agonizing and all encompassing. "….oh my Flora…" Kitewail squints apologetically and corrects then agrees with her, "Florabreeze…. Florabreeze, it was all…. we could've been…. we were more… than happy… what I did…" Kitewail's jaw clenches as they're unable to say through the pain all they would like to but anways, all the apologies would not return the happiness and the love they stole from Florabreeze and gambled away. Once they would have sidled close to Florabreeze and wipe her tears away.

Blood continues to gather beneath them from their wound, time literally drips from their body and still Kitewail cannot let go entirely. Their rasp is but a whisper, "…don't miss me…. when I... am gone…" Wiltingkit and Hollowkit will keep her busy, and whoever else Florabreeze decides deserves her love. They should recoil away from Florabreeze touching them but they can't and neither do they want to do the right thing. They have dreamt of Florabreeze's gentleness which comes so easy to her, it's a trait Kitewail tried to mimic for the kits and which they pinpointed in the two they brought. The caress of her paw was more than enough, but Florabreeze touches her nose against the tabby's scarred and bloodied face. A sound, maybe a purr which were only ever for Florabreeze's ears before, gets trapped in their throat and bubbles from their lips as blood. Kitewail feels the warmth of Florabreeze's breath and again clings to this sensation as they notice the world has grown dimmer.

If the kits make any noise they do not hear. So often Florabreeze and Kitewail would be so absorbed in their own narrative they would not hear the goings-on of camp, it happens again now. "...two...four..." Kitewail does not have the capacity to explain. Hollowkit and Wiltingkit know they're required to tell their mother about Larkspurkit and Starlitkit, only now Kitewail will not return to them. Lost kits... on their deathbed Kitewail inflicts more and more pain upon Florabreeze. They feebly reach a paw out to clasp it over Florabreeze's and tries to nod as if to to console or comfort their mate. "...the bush... Wilting, Hollow... they'll know... you. Their... Mother."

Kitewail knows she will be eager to meet her kits and make up from the time stolen from her but with what energy remains they flex their paw over Florabreeze's and rattles, "...tell... I love... and..." Kitewail's eyelids feel so heavy and they fight to keep them open as they speak. "...thank... you.... Flora..." ...you showed me so much good, and now I fail you again... Kitewail's mouth remains parted even when they are finished speaking, through it they shallowly breathe for only mere heartbeats before they exhale the last of the air within their lungs. Kitewail's flank stills and their grip on Florabreeze slips and they leave her again.

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shame is sharp, and my skin gives so easy

• KITE ; KITESTORM ; KITEWAIL 》 a small statured black tabby with compact muscles but the very first thing one would notice are the welted scars beneath their eyes. kitewail is perceptive & clever. may appear unfriendly due to neutral expressions but is very sociable, or rather once was; in their current situation kitewail does not speak to anyone unless they approach another first. they have a soft, monotonous voice with a rasp to it. their gentle side is only reserved for their unborn kits, they do not care much for any duskclanner.
  ✧ 43, ages every 21st ✧ they/them ✧ mate to Florabreeze
  ✧ peaceful powerplay allowed, all opinions IC

  
  

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[HOLLOWKIT.]

WHERE DID MY PARENTS GO?​

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hollowkit was shielded from the sight. they can assume, in this very moment, that so was wiling but they're unsure. they dont know. everything happens so fast, and there is a vague scent of something– someone- around but it doesn't matter. its drowned out by the horrible dance of blood and death. forced to stay hidden but they cannot honor this any longer. they have to go out, they have to see their da. after the initial attack, they stayed in waited until they hid again upon hearing the approach of florabreeze. they are stained with kit, left behind with blood and carnage as their only reminder. they'll never forget anything they've been taught. they fear, however, they will forget the sound of their voice. their smell– already fading so quickly. they're dying, and there was nothing that hollowkit could do.

"come on, da. we... are going back now."

it tries to nudge the body, to move it away from florabreeze, gaze blurring further and staying there. it's vision... it cant tell it's da if it's da does not get up. they have to get up.

"papa, come on. you... can't leave yet. there's so much... we... i wanted to get you a butterfly. I wanted.. to hunt for you. to... be strong like you. da, you can't go yet. come on... come on... just stand up... i can't carry you... not big enough... not strong... papa..."

they know, in some way, florabreeze knows kitewail better than them. she was their mate, and... a lot happened. things they don't know about. things that won't change how they see their da. but, in that very breath, hollowkit knows that they know kitewail differently, for kitewail is all they've known at all. didn't that count for something? they keep trying to nudge, squeezing their body beneath their neck and trying to push up as if it will help. it doesn't, and they only collapse under the weight, sobbing right then and there. i-i'm sorry...
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