very large, muscular, & scarred light brown tabby tom with stark blue eyes and a torn ear; killer aptitude t3 | just a scratch
[ riverclan warrior | tomcat | 55 moons | gruff & battle-hardened, heart o’ gold; loyal to a fault ]
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Stagheart had come into camp later, a scrawny vole hanging from his jaws from a solo hunt. The tom had had a lot on his mind, and he'd been needed some time to himself. The early leaf-bare chill managed to wake him up a bit, to break through some of the thoughts he shared to no one but himself.
But he was hit with the overwhelming stench of blood and fear, making his fur stand on end before he'd even approached the camp entrance. His vole dropped from his jaws without him even realizing, racing full-pelt and bursting through, his claws instinctively unsheathing. Blood, fear, wails ringing in his ears... oh, stars, what was happening, were they being attacked the one time he'd decided to step out—?
Stagheart skidded to a halt once he saw the assembly of cats, all crowded around a lump of fur he couldn't quite make out. His fur flattened somewhat, at least grateful to see that RiverClan wasn't being invaded; it would just be another thing to add to their growing list of recent tragedies. But his relief didn't last long as he realized that the wails were not just of fear and disbelief, but... of grief. And his stomach sank with a cold realization.
Whichever cat that was in the clearing... was dead.
Using his larger stature to his advantage, Stagheart managed to shoulder his way through the throng, muttering an 'scuse me here or there. And when he finally broke through, his eyes were first drawn to the medicine cats hunched over, distraught, staring blankly down... then his blue eyes fell to the actual subject of suffering. And his breath hitched in his throat.
No...
Stormstar.
The battle-scarred tom froze and, in a rare moment for the stoic warrior, found himself unable to move. It was similar to when he'd seen Weepingpaw, a tall young tom who'd become an adopted son to him. But this death tacked on the additional cold trickle of despair as he realized that his beloved leader, the one responsible for restoring RiverClan's stability and strength, who'd reignited his full faith in his Clan... now lay, cold and dead. Almost in disbelief at first, his incredulous gaze flicked to Berryshine, but... he saw the resigned, distant grief in her eyes, and he knew. He knew that the healer had already done her inspection and found out the worst.
Numbly, Stagheart padded forward, stopping a respectable distance away from Stormstar's body to pay his respects as if he were on autopilot. He guessed by the space around her that someone had asked everyone to stay back. He couldn't take his eyes off the motionless gray fur, stomach churning as if he were sick. This looked... wrong. Stormstar had been so full of life and fire, a force to be reckoned with, one that could even intimidate him if he were honest; if there were more like her, especially with the tenacity she'd had as a warrior and deputy, the forest would either be bursting with life and chaos or on fire. Her passion and loyalty had been infectious, helping further inspire his own.
And now... those blue eyes that had looked at him with an affectionate sort of respect, that voice he remembered telling him that he was a good warrior that she trusted, that she truly appreciated, were forever quieted and dulled.
"By the stars..." he whispered, shaking his head as if unable to comprehend what he was seeing. Claws curled into the grass in frustration and grief. What could've done this? All he could smell was blood and... what was that scent... coyote? That was unusual. And it was still daytime. He spied Owltalon interrogating Seabreeze and briefly put together that the ex-Lionheart must've been there, especially for the haunted look in his gaze. Could they ever get a break for more than a few moons?
Before he could properly even begin to process the shocking fact that Stormstar was gone, before the denial could properly give way to pure anger, he heard a familiar wail. Turning, Stag's eyes softened as Willowtail raced towards him, sounding desperately panicked as she tried to register the corpse before her. It was eerily similar to the look of despair that he'd seen in her with Weepingpaw. Immediately swallowing down the groan of grief he'd wanted to utter, the tom rose to his paws, meeting Willowtail without hesitation and pressing his flank against hers to keep her steady. Perhaps she could barely feel the faint tremble of his own paws, though it was subtle as he held himself together as well as he always did.
"She... she's gone, kid. I'm sorry," Stagheart whispered thickly, trying to ease Willowtail down to sit, speaking through a tightened throat. He had to be the rock once more, and he could do it. He glanced around for Daisypaw, wondering how Willow's sister was faring with this as well. "Stars, this is..." he started to mumble something like 'unbelievable', 'horrible', whatever... but no proper worse fell from his maw. He could only shake his head in grief and reluctant belief, his heart slowly coming to terms with the awful truth before him, before hanging his head low.
Softpaw watched with wide eyes
Daisypaw stared at the leader. Stormstar...was gone? Two leaders down by the time she was an apprentice. "What the....what the hell is wrong with cats!! Can't we lave one Staclan damned cat alive!" She snarled. Grief and sadness filling her tone as she pressed her body against Berryshines. Her nose against Stormstars cold but familiar pelt.
Willowtail wailed in grief. Stormstar had treated her like a little sister, "What am I going to do if all the cats I care about keep dying" Willowtail sobbed. Letting Stagheart sit her down as she sobbed. Resting her forehead against his shoulder, her small grey and ginger pelt shaking. Whiskers trembling. "What am I going to do...." she sniffled sadly. "Everybody is gone" she wailed.
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Almondkit
(dark brown tom with amber eyes)
He/him, 3 moons, RiverClan kit
Almondkit looked at his dead leader's body and then got up. He walked, head down, to the nursery where he guessed the other kits would be. Almondkit stopped when he almost tripped. He walked back to the other cats and sat down, looking at Stormstar's body.
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Waveclaw looks down and thinks: "this is all my fault why couldnt I be a good warrior and make sure our leader was safe." tears stream out his eyes
"its all my fault" waveclaw mews thinking no one heard him
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...Wha-?
Turning to look at Waveclaw, he quietly decided to approach.
"...It's not your fault. Don't blame yourself." He quietly spoke, voice full of sympathy.
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Cricketsplash bowed his head at Brokenstream's words. "Of course. I'm always happy to help. Afterwards I can help with patrols, if you need." he said kindly. Turning towards Marshmallow (interesting name), he nodded at her words. "I'm not denying the youth their chance to mourn. We will most likely hold a vigil after. But we can at least let her close friends and family mourn first, and then the whole Clan can mourn. For now, we should preoccupy the kits so that they don't get overwhelmed by the grief and whatnot." he explained calmly. He wasn't even upset, he just wished to create order. Chaos helped no one.
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It was a lot…SeaBreeze seemed to not want to hand the leader over, or at least gain support, and he respected that. He took a few paw steps back…watched with a cloudy gaze as his sister OwlTalon came over…she was shocked too. Then CobwebFern…she had every right…then lots of cats…lots started building up. A certain warrior tried to calm everyone down…move cats and whatnot. “Give em’ space, sure. But allow cats to grieve the loss. Ya shouldn’ try n’ force…” he gulped as his voice got choked up, “cats t’ leave n’ play games and even’s like nothin’ happened, somethin’ did happen.” his voice wasn’t harsh…it was rather emotionless actually…just gentle…it was hard to describe actually. But not heartless or mean. “They can grieve…keep their distance for BerryShine n’ Owls n’ all…but let cats grieve.” Speaking of…
A certain somebody that her knew was her good friend…where was she? There was lots of cats he wanted to check on actually…he just didn’t know if cats hated him after his…mistakes. But his mate. Where was she?
"I'm not going into the stupid nursery!" Someone just doesn't understand when to shut her trap for good. Salamanderpaw flashes a look that's part outrage, part conspiracy at Stonepaw over Cricketsplash's words; can you believe this guy? Indignant, she levels that odd-eyed look back over at the warrior, whose only crime is just trying to help, and crinkles her nose up angrily. It might've been a menacing scowl on anyone older.
"You want the kits to go play games? You think they don't need to see this? They do. Stormstar's dead. A cat is dead, because that's what happens in Riverclan. 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. Stormstar did her best for all of us and now she's dead and nobody should get to look away. Not the warriors, not us, and not the kits either. They need to get used to it just the same as all of us. It's gonna keep happening anyway."
Marshmallow is flashed a brief look of approval at her decision not to comply with Cricketsplash's recommendation. Salamanderpaw notices a moment late that she's standing up now, bristling with agitation. A part of her had wanted to throw herself bodily in the way of anyone who'd dare to wander off and hide from this, but she convinces herself it won't be necessary and sits back down with a low huff. She'll keep the distance she's at now (close enough to see but far enough not to be an immediate obstacle) but she won't be scurrying off to bury her head in the sand.
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a very scarred, grey fluffy bengal with a missing back right leg. she has fluffs of white and darker grey fur. purrks ; herbal knowledge tier two, the collector | formatting creds to wolfie <3 | lesbian/sapphic + demigirl
trigger warning ; this character frequently talks and thinks about past abuse, panic attacks, anxiety, and depression. interact with care <3
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cobwebfern was so, so broken. she felt sick, ill, like at any moment she could turn away and just die in a hole somewhere. her heart broke a little bit more, seeing wisteria sit next to her, concern in her eyes. the medic cleared her throat, hoarse and still crying, and managed to push out three measly sentences. ' berries, wisty, eagles.. i- i’m goin’.. going to bury stormy- can.. can you three come with m-me..? i’ll sit vigil there to-tonight. can- brokens- brokenstream, ‘n owls.. can you help corral everyone to say their good-goodbyes ‘fore we go..? '
she twined her tail with wisteriawren's, the small bit of comfort grounding her down to continue talking. the smell of lavender overwhelmed her and cobwebfern nearly broke down again. a small whimper escaping her throat as she beckoned berries closer, clinging to her best friend in a sandwich of comfort. rawly, she rasped out a response, dipping her head. ' th-thank you- yeah- i-i will- '
before calling out to the whole clan, cobwebfern regarded a couple specific cats first. ' amberdusk.. r-redsurge, n'd cricketsplash. you, uh- please ref-refrain from ordering the clan 'round. that's n-not your job, b-but i appreciate the h-h-help. ' she swallowed, breathed in and out, pressing herself further into the easy closeness of wisty and berries. cobweb relaxed a little more at brokenstream's touch and steady comfort, then inhaled again.
' riverclan! uh. h-hullo. sorry for my.. blow-up.. ' cobwebfern paused, leaned back into the comfort of her friends, and continued. ' i- i know we all need to mourn.. 'nd i do too.. s-so- now will be the time to pay your respects. be.. orderly- in a line- or- or somethin'- and be as quick as you can.. ' she swallowed tears down, planning on reserving those for the actual burial.
' th' lionhearts are goin' to be watching you as you pay your respects, as will i. 'f any of you try any-anything, we won't hes-hes-hesitate t' attack. after all respects are done bein' paid- berryshine, wisteriawren, eaglepaw, and i are goin' to go bury stormy. j-just us. you're free to hold vigil with me when we re- return for the n-night. w' that said.. yeah.. respects.. ' cobwebfern's voice faltered and she stumbled back, fresh sobs wracking her body.
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cobwebfern will be supervising the mourning and respects paid to stormstar! again, if your cat tries anything, she is inclined to attack or send a lionheart after your character! the next post i make (most likely tonight or tomorrow morning) will be cobwebfern bringing storm's body out to seagrass fields to bury her- only cats she has directly mentioned can come will be allowed to come for the burial, which is why she is letting cats pay respects now. thank you!
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Primroseadder spotted Adderstrike race into the clearing from where she lay among the shadows, and she slowly got to her paws. The warrior slipped through the shadows until she finally emerged at the side of her former mentor, pressing up against her.
Adderstrike's heart warmed when Primroseadder came over to her. She pressed her head against Primmy for a little while before time to say final words were announced. "Come with me..." She murmured before she walked over to Stormstar's body
Adderstrike leaned over and whispered into Stormstar's ear, hoping that somehow that her spirit would hear this. "Thank you for serving our clan Stormstar, you were a boon to our clan... I wish you peace in the stars..." With that Adderstrike gave a few licks on their passed leader's head before taking a few steps back. She wanted to help go bury Stormstar's body, just in case something cropped up. There always seemed like something bad would happen no matter what.
"Hey Cobs... If you need some help going to the burial n stuff, I'll come with." She said looking over to the med cat with a somber look
Seabreeze
He/him | Riverclan Warrior| Moons: 24 |
“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 blinked, he had confessed, he continued to stare at Stormstar’s body afterwards. It reminded him of staring down at Cloverpaw and remembered everything. Or everything he could. About how they first met, about fighting to save her brother, about saving her brother and keeping him safe as Stormstar left to protect the border. Being named a Lionheart, working under Stormstar as one of her two Lionhearts. Helping the clan as much as he could during his episodes. The driving out. Looking for her as she disappeared in the mountains desperately. Returning home and her probably being the only reason he didn’t kill himself that day. Talking about a demotion, her being understanding, helping him get better, trusting him to train future warriors again, inviting him out on this stupid hunting trip.
Giving her two lives for his.
He almost missed Cobwebfern’s words about a burial. And how very few could attend. Seabreeze understood that, but why wasn’t he allowed to see this through? Why couldn’t he be allowed the closure of seeing her buried when he was forced to watch her bleed out and reassure him on her as both of her lives were stolen. Why wasn’t he allowed to see the burial of yet another lost in his life. Another cat he should’ve outlived.
Seabreeze offered thanks to Spiraltail, forcing himself to breath, and he sent a confused glance towards Ambermoon. His entire life was a mess of mistakes no matter what he did. This was his fault, he was taking accountability. “Let me join the burial. She called out to me. Her final words were my name. I need to be there. I need to see her safe and attended to.” He was the cat that would be haunted by her ghost like no other would. He demanded to see her, and he would force his way into this. What did it matter. He wanted to die, he always had, so exile or death he didn’t care what Cobwebfern said, he was seeing her burial through. He owed it to her.
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