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Post by Thorne on Aug 16, 2020 19:49:26 GMT
 | don't get it twisted -- You're the one leading this congregation It wasn't safe to be hunting alone.
Fernwhisker knew this all too well. Two of Fallowbird's kits had gone missing recently, and the she-cat was full of anxiety and fear. They didn't blame her. Mosspaw was notorious for being a troublemaker, they'd experienced it first hand in the apprentices' den, but they never expected the tortoiseshell to go missing. Eveningpaw was missing as well, and Fernwhisker knew her to be much more responsible than Mosspaw.
The whole clan was fretting over the safety of the missing apprentices. Fernwhisker didn't know if they'd be this worried if it weren't for the fact that wolves were on the loose in their territory. No one had found any trace of them being killed, but Fernwhisker was already prepared for their vigil. They didn't remember Heatherstar much, but they knew that the leader had lost all nine lives to the wolves.
Who's to say the apprentices had lived to tell their tale?
They needed to take their mind off of it. Their element wouldn't be of help in the construction of the new tunnel system, so they'd might as well help feed all the hard workers, right?
They hoped someone would follow them out and join them. They were supposed to leave in pairs, but they'd been too shy to ask anyone. Their brothers were out on a border patrol, so they were out of the question.
They just didn't want to be alone out here right now, but they didn't want to sit around and wait in camp for Stormstar to send them on a patrol.
A rustle in the grass caught their attention. TAGS: @name, @name, @name
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Post by 20mia08 on Sept 18, 2020 0:49:55 GMT
It takes me all the way
i want you to stay
The wind had since been taken out of her sails. She had not known life beyond the goodness that her adopted father, Snakepad, had given her. When the patrol came in, dragging along the mangled corpse of her only parental figure, Sorrelpaw felt her entire world flip upside down. Her entire proud personality had caved in on itself, leaving her self-image to curl up into a figurative ball, something like a fried insect. She just felt...empty. But how could she not? Her birth parents, whoever they had been, elected to abandon her along the border in hopes that a fox would come along to discard of "any evidence". It had been Snakepad who had saved her. It had been Snakepad who accepted her first and treated her like his very own, up until she was made an apprentice and placed under him for training. He had been her everything: a father, a best friend, a playmate, a mentor...her whole family, embodied in a single, amazing tom. As an apprentice, she had been somewhat cocky of her abilities and a little... bossy towards the other apprentices, but she couldn't help herself. Now? At the sight of Snakepad's carcass, Sorrelpaw had fled from camp and raced to the grass meadows, where the tall grass stung her muzzle and ears as she raced by. Although she ran as hard as she could to escape it, grief had finally caught up to her in the end, and sunk its miserable fangs into the she-cat until it pierced her heart. Finally, the lithe sorrel feline collapsed into the grass as if it was an ever-comforting, soft embrace, only to curl into a tight ball as she quivered and sobbed to herself. Thorne |
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Post by Thorne on Jan 1, 2021 20:43:30 GMT
| don't get it twisted -- You're the one leading this congregation They pricked up their ears as they tried to make out the sound within the grass. Was it...sobbing? They stood there to think for a moment. Who would be foolish enough to leave camp to cry at a time like this? At least they had a good enough reason if they were found by a patrol -- they were hunting.
Maybe this wasn't a Clanmate, and perhaps another stranger, like Stormstar's new pet project, Primrose, was it? It would certainly make more sense than finding one of their Clanmates out here alone.
As they approached the source of the noise, they flicked their tail. I stand corrected.
They recognized the younger molly. Sorrelpaw, their former denmate. It all made sense now, after all Snakepad's body had been found.
Fernwhisker walked closer to their Clanmate and rested their tail on the molly's back.
"If you'd like the company, Sorrelpaw, I can stay by your side. It's safer as a pair." They meowed gently.
Their eyes fell on the horizon for a few moments before looking at the apprentice again. "I'm sorry about Snakepad. I know it's difficult losing a parent."
Even if Fernwhisker had felt incredibly bitter about their mother severing ties with them and their brothers, they had still felt upset when they were little. They still had their fathers and brothers, so they weren't truly alone like Sorrelpaw was now.
Fernwhisker would do their best to ease the loneliness for Sorrelpaw. TAGS: 20mia08NOTES: not me using the wrong pronouns for my own character, nope |
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Post by 20mia08 on Apr 11, 2021 2:30:21 GMT
It takes me all the way
i want you to stay
She prayed that the grass would swallow her whole and will her away from this world of pain and sorrow. Perhaps if she closed her eyes tightly, she might wake to find that the horrible death of her adopted father was nothing more than a nightmare. But as Sorrelpaw lay their in lonesome silence, she was comforted by nothing more than the sensation of melancholy. When she closed her eyes, she saw that gruesome scene, the corpse of Snakepad all twisted and wrong. It was hard to escape this nightmare when it haunted her whenever she closed her eyes. The sudden touch caused the rose-furred apprentice to jolt. Had the wolves come to take her as well? Her bat-ears swiveled in the direction of the contact, prepared to either succumb peacefully to be relieved of her emotional pain, or potentially die trying to fight her way. Instead of a putrid wolf, she found none other than one of her clamates: Fernwhisker, if she recalled correctly. They had been denmates before- not like Sorrelpaw really had any real friends. She was always a bit...high caliber. Independent, save for her heavy dependence on her late father. Normally she'd tell another clanmate to buzz off, but instead, Fernwhisker's desire to comfort Sorrelpaw only made the world come crashing down. He was gone. All that she'd ever known for the entirety of her life, gone. She attempted to part her jaws to answer their kind gesture, but she could not find her words. Sorrow had its cold grip on her throat. So she simply nodded slowly. Yes- she'd like company. She needed someone now more than ever. Sorrelpaw sat there, as a sad, slouched-over pile of ruddy fur with her empty gaze resting on the horizon. Were they out there now, the wolves? Had they known concept of sorrow, of family, of what it was like to lose family, of mercy? How could they so thoughtlessly kill? "...He was all I ever had." Her throat felt tight. The apprentice's words came out as a quiet whisper, one that was nearly lost among the soft rustling of grass in the breeze. "...my real parents left me on the border to be foxfood."Thorne |
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