╰┈➤ deerthroat
The waves of the beach slowly lapped against the shore, retreating back again. Blue paws squelched into the sandy mud, sinking into the slime substance. Freezing waves lapped across the paw as a blue short-haired molly made her way across the lionsbeach. Her copper eyes surveyed the sunrise as she watched the giant golden orb slowly make it’s way up to the sky, ridding of silverpelt. Out of nowhere, she spotted a clump of borage leaves near the sea, up further in the land
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The she-cat immediently made her way up the small slope. The scent was burying into her nostrils now. She ripped three delicate leaves off it’s stalk. Fawnlight’ll need them. Better go back.
[ +3 borage leaves ]
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A single eye stared out at the ocean’s waves as they quietly lapped at the sandy shoreline. The dark-furred RiverClan leader sat there in complete silence, unwavering and completely blank in expression. It was unfair. Everything felt unfair. They should feel relieved, knowing the turnout of this whole situation could have been so much worse, but it felt just as painful in it’s own unique way. Pikestar felt like his heart was being violently ripped out of his chest, tore apart, and all he could do was sit there and endure it. The world moved on without him, yet he was still right here. He was selfish, and he knew that. The oriental tomcat wished he could feel any other way right now. He wished he could accept this change, and adapt like any strong clan leader would, but all he felt was pain and sorrow in his heart. He did not cry. He had already done his fair share of that already. Pikestar was afraid. He was terrified. And that realization alone almost made tears collect in the corner of his eye, but he furiously blinked them away. The air was cold, and lonely around him. He had tried to eat something earlier, but the meat had felt bitter on his tongue. The RiverClan leader felt like he was grieving for someone, but they weren't even dead. He was acting like some bratty nursery kit and he knew that. Stars, he knew that. He knew how terrible all the emotions churning inside of him were. But he couldn't stop them. No matter how hard he desperately tried. Pikestar felt like he could scream, but as he parted his jaws, no sound came out. He didn't know what he could've done to deserve this. Did StarClan truly despise him that much? He felt nauseous, and he wished that they could feel okay.
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Marigoldleap moved out of the camo to try and get some fresh air. It was kind of boring just staying in the nursery. She did spend most of her time in there to ensure safety of her kits, but she needed this right now. The molly walked along the territory, her pelt fluffed up to try and shove out the cold. Not wanting to be cold she moved along. Not soon she found her paws wondering rowards lionsbeach and a scent filled her nose. What was he doing out here? Was he okay? She moved over to Pikestar.
"Hey is everything alright?", Marigoldleap asked, concerned.
Barleypaw is my main and only character and is currently a Windclan Apprentice if anybody wants to roleplay with her or has a small plot they need an extra cat for. If you do just mention me in a post no need to ask and I'll reply whenever I can. Also if its a plot vm me what it is, so I'm not confused.
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A single eye stared out at the ocean’s waves as they quietly lapped at the sandy shoreline. The dark-furred RiverClan leader sat there in complete silence, unwavering and completely blank in expression. It was unfair. Everything felt unfair. They should feel relieved, knowing the turnout of this whole situation could have been so much worse, but it felt just as painful in it’s own unique way. Pikestar felt like his heart was being violently ripped out of his chest, tore apart, and all he could do was sit there and endure it. The world moved on without him, yet he was still right here. He was selfish, and he knew that. The oriental tomcat wished he could feel any other way right now. He wished he could accept this change, and adapt like any strong clan leader would, but all he felt was pain and sorrow in his heart. He did not cry. He had already done his fair share of that already. Pikestar was afraid. He was terrified. And that realization alone almost made tears collect in the corner of his eye, but he furiously blinked them away. The air was cold, and lonely around him. He had tried to eat something earlier, but the meat had felt bitter on his tongue. The RiverClan leader felt like he was grieving for someone, but they weren't even dead. He was acting like some bratty nursery kit and he knew that. Stars, he knew that. He knew how terrible all the emotions churning inside of him were. But he couldn't stop them. No matter how hard he desperately tried. Pikestar felt like he could scream, but as he parted his jaws, no sound came out. He didn't know what he could've done to deserve this. Did StarClan truly despise him that much? He felt nauseous, and he wished that they could feel okay.
Fishkit
Fishkit tumbled across the sand, sneezing as the grains flew into his mouse. He shook his head, to rid of the sand and squeezed his eyes shut. Uuughhh. He shouldn’t had rolled in the sand! Now his eyes stung! I- he had to get to the beach! He stumbled across, squinting, looking at the blaring sun. Oh..there’s something covering the sun??? He suddenly bumped into soft fur. He froze. EHHHH?!!!! W-what was that?! WAS THAT A SLEEPING SWUIREL?? he was silent, decideding what to do next. He suddenly poked a paw forwards. It was swallowed by a thick mass of fur and he gasped. This was way bigger than a squirrel. Could it be a rogue?! He winced as the sand in his eyes stung and he shook his head. “Fear me!!!” he mewed, batting his paw in front of him.
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Eventually, the numb silence was broken by the familiar sound of a clanmate, which made him immediately stiffen. “Go away,” Pikestar just murmured, doing everything in his power to hold it together, “No cat should have to see their leader in such a pathetic state.” He didn’t snap at Marigoldleap, nor did he even look at her. His voice trembled with fear, and he refused to look away from the ocean waves in front of him for even a second. The long-furred clan leader was trying everything to just revert back to his normal, calm, friendly self, but he could not. There was too much pain deep within his soul, and he didn't know how to fix it. He hated this, he hated being so weak, so unfavorable of change as drastic and abrupt as this. Pikestar had literal days to go process and accept this turn of events, yet he still couldn't cope with the fact that things would never be the same from this day forth. His worst nightmare had come true, and it scared him beyond comprehension. "I... She..." He attempted then to say something, but he still couldn't find the right things to tell Marigoldleap, "...I don't know what to do. I don't know how to go forward after what's happened today, and I'm so afraid. Damn the stars, I don't think I've felt this damn terrified in a very long time." Pikestar didn't know how how else to explain it other than that. A terribly sick feeling settled into the pit of his stomach. He felt like nothing could cure this terrible feeling, not a single herb nor remedy that this once-medicine cat could conjure up now.
Hearing Pikestar's voice she could hear the pain. She didn't exactly know how he felt as a clan leader, but she did know how he felt about the cats getting hurt around him. Not wanting to leave him like this she sat down near him, but kept her distance. He must need some space, but she wasn't going to leave him alone. Marigoldleap watched the rippling waves before lifting up her head as he spoke some more. He must be talking about Fawnlight.
"I know its hard. Fawnlight's accident is an awful thing. She had a lot of potential yes, but she still here with us isn't she. Change is the worst thing, but it happens all of the time. If there's something I know its cats you know and love getting hurt. I've been there with my son Lynxpaw. I left for Thunderclan many moons ago when Dawnstar took over the clan. I left him for a couple of moons.", she meowed. Marigoldleap didn't want to tell the story, but she wanted him to know he wasn't alone.
Poor Lynxpaw. She was imagining his face. Not being able to talk properly. "While I was gone he was training to rough with a warrior they ended up beating him up pretty bad. He ended up with brain damage. Seeing him hurt was the worst thing ever. Not to mention all the changes me and him went through. I was glad he was just there.", she finished. Marigoldleap felt she was going on and on.
She wanted him to speak as well. Get all the anger out if that's what it took. "Sometimes things change, but we must keep looking on to the future. If we keep dwelling on the past too much it'll soon catch up and we'll loose even more cats we care about not just from death. Trust me I've done that many times and now most of the family I care about is gone. You're not alone. You're whole clan cares about you. We're all just one family aren't we?", she meowed.
Barleypaw is my main and only character and is currently a Windclan Apprentice if anybody wants to roleplay with her or has a small plot they need an extra cat for. If you do just mention me in a post no need to ask and I'll reply whenever I can. Also if its a plot vm me what it is, so I'm not confused.
Once the scarred dark-furred molly sat down nearby, the tall oriental tomcat did very little to react, not even an ear twitch as he continued to state blankly out at the ocean with this lost, saddened emotion locked in his single blue eye. Deep down though, Pikestar felt relieved to have any kind of company as they suffered through this indescribable sorrow. They hated being alone, especially during low moments like these, but they would never admit that to just anyone. It was probably a wise decision to not leave the RiverClan leader alone when he was like this anyhow. Despite everything that was happening, he listened intently to Marigoldleap’s words, about Fawnlight and her potential. The conversation would soon turn to the she-cat’s own experiences, regarding her son, who was named Lynxpaw. Pikestar could only imagine the stories that Marigoldleap could tell about her life, and what she had endured. However, the dark long-furred tomcat knew that now wasn’t the most appropriate time for that story. He wouldn't be able to focus on it anyhow, he knew that much.
The RiverClan queen kept going though, opening up to him about Lynxpaw, and the horrible things that happened to him. A warrior had beat him up, and caused the poor apprentice brain damage. It sounded horrible, and Pikestar’s ears flattened slightly. He had gone through many things in his life, but never something like that, but the oriental longhair sympathized, remembering all the times he had seen his own children become hurt―or worse. He parted his jaws, to attempt to say something, anything, but Pikestar would soon decide not to. Marigoldleap had gone through a lot of pain, and they could see that, even while being clouded with their own right now. But he felt his sympathy was not what she wanted out of this. He could feel himself slowly unraveling.
“She and I were supposed to lead RiverClan together, for many many moons, as leader and medicine cat.” Pikestar meowed, his tone ragged as he sniffled pitifully, “I don’t know what to do now without her by my side. I know she never could’ve expected for this incident to happen, and she made the best possible choice in the matter, but…” Tears betrayed him and began to drip down his face, but he shook his head, “I’m scared of being alone. And that’s a stupid thought to have, I know. I have friends, I have family, I have all of RiverClan. I’m just scared we’re going to drift apart now that she’s no longer medicine cat.” Because why would anyone spend time with a sad sap like him by their own choice? He no longer had Lynxfall, and Raccoonear didn't seem too keen on spending time with him anymore. All those closest to him felt so far away, and that loneliness was horrifying to him. He continued to listen to Marigoldleap though, and nodded, sniffling again. "..Yes, we are a family. RiverClan is my family." He reminded himself.
a tomcat waded through the water of the salty beach, batting softly at the floating ice, before disappearing under the waters surface, his leather collar being in view as he dived
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a tomcat waded through the water of the salty beach, batting softly at the floating ice, before disappearing under the waters surface, his leather collar being in view as he dived
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Fawnblush padded over, her pawsteps light and graceful, rosy brown and white dappled fur fluffed up as a stranger swam in the sea. She spotted the faint flash of a collar, and her catbrows raised. Standing on the edge, tail lashing in preparation to dive in to drag this stranger out in case he began to struggle, the molly lifted her chin. "Excuse me? This is RiverClan territory. I'll have to ask you to get out of the water, and then I'll escort you back to the border." Hopefully he would comply. She hated fighting.
Fawnblush padded over, her pawsteps light and graceful, rosy brown and white dappled fur fluffed up as a stranger swam in the sea. She spotted the faint flash of a collar, and her catbrows raised. Standing on the edge, tail lashing in preparation to dive in to drag this stranger out in case he began to struggle, the molly lifted her chin. "Excuse me? This is RiverClan territory. I'll have to ask you to get out of the water, and then I'll escort you back to the border." Hopefully he would comply. She hated fighting.
the young tom tilted his head as it popped out of the water "but the seas not yours is it? i'm pretty sure my paws are in the sea" he mewed with a soft smile. he disappeared into the sea water again... poping up on a piece of ice, playfully nudgeing it out to sea
Re: Lionsbeach
Re: Lionsbeach
