Seabreeze
He/him | Riverclan Warrior| ~25 moons |
“No one is coming to save you.
Get up.”
TW: This character’s posts often exhibits triggers such as depression, suicidal tendencies/idealation, anxiety, and self loathing
Seabreeze watched as Ospreykit came up, and then Houndkit ( one of Larkwing's if he was remembering correctly ), and then lastly Snowykit, who didn't seem like he actually wanted to be here. Regardless the tom didn't wait any longer to get the lesson started, knowing that kit attention was a fickle thing at best. "Alright, here," The warrior started by settling himself into a hunter's crouch. His tail low to the ground, but not brushing, his limbs all bent into a crouch, his weight settled as evenly as possible across all four paws. Details that wouldn't be visably clear. "This is your basic hunter's crouch. It'll cover most land prey though with practice you'll learn some details to help you out depending on what you're hunting." Like birds. Seabreeze hates birds, the crouch makes it hard to move swiftly while keeping formation, and birds are one-moment-here-and-then-gone-the-next creatures. "How about you try mimicking me, and we'll work out the details." He offered, not wanting to just lecture the kittens into boredom.
Snowykit looked up from where he was half hiding behind his own snow-dune of a tail and half watching as the warrior began the lesson for the other two, older kittens. Maybe he was too little to be here, but it seemed interesting enough. He slowly got to all four shaky paws, and tried to crouch down like he saw Seabreeze doing. Oh, this couldn't be right, and his large tail was still dragging behind him. The kitten looked up towards the warrior again, tilting his head as though the stance would make more sense at a different angle. It didn't.
Vixenshade walked out of the warriors den, past Oakblaze, and walked to the camp entrance. She walked confidently past cats and looked back once to see if Oakblaze was following.
[@Splashcloud Mine will be late too. lol *stomach growl*]
stonepaw, she/her, 7 moons
riverclan apprentice
a pale gray she-cat with dull blue eyes.
32/100
Stonepaw listened to Salamanderpaw's words with solemn, yet slightly confused eyes. "I guess that's true..." she whispered. "But that's not just a dead body to Owltalon. That's her friend."
The gray apprentice awkwardly shut her mouth. It didn't feel right to talk about Owltalon behind her back, or Stormstar. And she didn't want to sound mad at Salamanderpaw- their new leader already was.
Adderstrike slipped next to Stonepaw without a word. Her mentor was really upset. She heard Adderstrike's scream, among the other loud cries of her clanmates... Stonepaw glanced up at the warrior, worried. She didn't know what to say. Or what to do. Even a simple brush of her tail against Adderstrike's seemed unreachable to her, Stonepaw had never comforted a cat before. Or really been comforted. She kept her eyes low as Cricketsplash began calling out orders, and as Salamanderpaw immediately started yelling back at him. She agreed with the older apprentice. Everyone in the clan would miss Stormstar, so shouldn't they grieve their leader together?
That's what we get, that's all we get. Buzzing off and playing stupid games isn't gonna help them and it's not gonna save them and you don't get to decide that it will.
Salamanderpaw's words caused a heavy, weighing feeling to settle in Stonepaw's heart. She was right. This was the life of a warrior, wasn't it... there was no use in pretending it wasn't. Cats would die. The future would feel dark.
All at once, a wave of exhaustion crashed into Stonepaw, tugging at her paws and pulling her deeper down. She was tired. She usually felt this way after pushing her body too far, but never from just feeling. Feeling so much sadness. Stonepaw didn't move when Cricketsplash said to, because the bitter part of her thought it was dumb, and she wasn't sure what would happen if she tried. She was too tired to do anything.
Adderstrike walked away with her old apprentice, Primroseadder. Salamanderpaw had left. Cats began walking up to Stormstar to say goodbye, but Stonepaw stayed where she was. She wouldn't know what to say, anyways.
Salamanderpaw sits and she stares and she stares until the body is no longer there and she has only the bloodied ground to look at. And then....
And then.
Now what. A few moments spent feeling bad for not feeling worse tick by, but she quickly grows irritated by it. It won't do anybody any good, her least of all, to wallow. Some cats have earned that right today, but not all of them. Not me. So Salamanderpaw scoops herself up, stretches with her chest low to the ground and her ears flat, and paces a tight circle to kick herself into back gear. Odd eyes dart the clearing, from trickle-stream to frosted stone to Stonepaw, again. Salamanderpaw didn't feel bad for leaving as abruptly as she did, but noticing that the younger apprentice is still out and about draws her back, near, again. This is something to do, at least.
"Sucks, right?" Salamanderpaw chirps, landing back over by the grey she-cat. She plops into the sand, digging at it with idle paws. "Cats dying and stuff. Leaders dying. But at least we know she's dead." It's not like when Fadingstar ran off. It's not like she's presumed dead. This time there's a real body to bury. Nobody has to guess. Salamanderpaw sighs, hunkering down into a shaggy loaf. She wants to talk. She wants to talk until her lungs give out, but she's not sure what to say.
"You say anything to her? The body?" She knows Stonepaw hadn't but she wants the other apprentice to say so. To talk about it.
( is all good if you no longer have the Juice for this, ik i let it marinate for 5ever )
Rosemarypaw frowned from where he was watching the camp from the clearing, trying to work up the nerve to ask a warrior for help with his training. Maybe Adderkind would want to help.
Spottedkit stood in the clearing, a cool breeze ruffling her short, multicolor fur. It was her first time out of the stuffy nursery, and she rather enjoyed it. Her eyes squinted under the sunlight as she clumsily stepped forward.
Her eyes adjusted as she glanced around, trying to make note of where everything was. Maybe it was the tension, but the camp wasn't quite as exciting as she thought it might be. Or maybe it really wasn't all that exciting.
Re: RiverClan Clearing
