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Post by strawberrycupid on Apr 22, 2021 18:49:17 GMT -5
Oddkit had a hard time settling down. She spent her entire apprenticehood wandering all over the clans, but by the time she made it back to Fallclan, she barely looked like she had grown. She lived on scraps, not really able to chase anything thanks to her asthma. Her ribs jutted out along her thinning pelt, but what was worse was the blood. No clan meant no formal training. And a brief encounter with a fox left her like this. Her chest heaved under it's own weight, the scores across her body depriving it of necessary oxygen. Even with collapsing near the Fallclan border, Oddkit wasn't really sure if she regretted her actions. The clan was a gilded cage, that was how her mother made it seem. Any bird trapped in it would want to be free, but when one of it's wings broke, it would only know to go back to that same cage for it to be healed. A part of her knew that it was hopeless, but she. She really didn't wanna die alone.
He knew those gangly limbs. He knew that tabby fur.
His stomach sank like a stone. He stumbled her way and broke to his knees and her side. Buried his face into her fur.
"Oddkit? Oddkit, are you okay?" Crownglass's meek voice was shaking so bad he could barely get the words out. His daughter was back. But she didn't look okay.
He sniffed as he stared down at her beaten and battered body, placing one paw on her bleeding side, feeling the texture of her ribs. Then he pulled her close, into a crushing hug, and he curled his body around hers.
"You're going to be okay, you'll be fine," he murmured, raised his voice in a howl for help, and alternated between desperate pleas and cries for help.
Post by strawberrycupid on Apr 27, 2021 16:41:40 GMT -5
The crushing hug of her father forced more air out of her lungs she didn't realize she had. But Oddkit didn't really care. It couldn't rival the relief in being found, being seen if even for these few short moments. Just being back with her father was enough for now. "Dad." Her voice cracked under it's own weight, barely rising above a whisper. "I'm sorry."
These cats weren't as laid back as Summerclan was. They didn't really care for Maria to lay around camp in the day and steal a piece of prey she didn't lift a paw for. But really, she didn't care. All the bad looks and the disciplined speeches did nothing to change her. It was clear she never changed. Her ears flicked at a sound, a familiar howl that brought her to her paws. That was Crownglass, and he sounded hurt. Even when scrambling towards the dens, Maria had a sort of grace that just came out naturally. "Hey! You got fur stuck in your ears or can you really just not hear those cries of pain. Come on. You can't be lazy now." Maria snarked at the two medicine cats before deciding to follow the sound herself.
Post by complacentdevil on Apr 27, 2021 23:03:20 GMT -5
Weaselpaws ears perked at the sound of a voice calling into the medicine den, his head popping out of a small crevice to see just what was going on. He spotted the molly, his eyes narrowed in confusion. No, unfortunately sound was terribly muffled in the cut ins in his new home. But the rest of his body soon followed, a look of determination in his icy blues. "Im coming Im coming," he yowled after her, scrambling to gather up what he could, poppy, lavender, nettle, all wrapped up in some cobwebs. He carried the bundle gingerly in his maw as he took off after her, his pelt bristling as he ran towards the calls for help.
"Shh," Crownglass pressed his muzzle to the top of his head, licked her ears comfortingly. "Don't be sorry. Sorry for what? There's nothing to be sorry for. Save your breath, silly. Save your breath. We'll have time later." To his great relief, he soon heard the pounding of paws heading his way as Maria and Weaselpaw sought his cries. "See? The medicine cats are coming now, you'll be patched up in no time," he soothed, cradling her close to his chest, "just hold on a little longer, okay?"
strawberrycupidcomplacentdevilCleaver berry do you want her to get her warrior name as she dies? named dream for the fact that she tried to follow her dream and become who was wanted to be?
Seablossom hadn't been far from camp with her mate, they'd just started out on walk when the bundle of limbs wondered in. Her heart seized and for a moments he was filled with hope, and then the scent of blood waved over and she registered the horror. There she was, her daughter, her sweet, precious little girl who'd gone missing, who she's searched for and longed for was standing before her....and dying. Seablossom could feel her heart break all over again, it feel it shatter and she knew it would never be the same. Racing to her side, tossing her self down beside Crowngalss, she could only sob and cry out her sweet girl's name. "Oddkit...Oddkit.. oh, Oddkit!" What could she do? She wasn't a healer, had no training for it? Couldn't give one of her remaining lives to the kit as much as she wanted to and would do so in a heartbeat? So what does she do? All she can, hold Oddkit and cry her eyes out beside her mate. And hope. Hope someone comes soon and can fix it all.
Post by strawberrycupid on May 5, 2021 22:28:26 GMT -5
(omg yes. we really making another badgerfang situation)
Maria was glad at least one of them seemed to listen, leading Weaselpaw through the brush. And just when she thought she wasn't sure which way to go, Seablossom's cry led her in the right direction. That and the thickening smell of blood made it even easier. She was the first to push through the trees to reach them, but as she looked over the scene, Maria realized she had no clue what to do. She couldn't help, couldn't really even comfort them. It was like a chisel was being drove into her heart, but she couldn't feel it. So she sat on the edge, only able to usher Weaselpaw through.
Despite the shushes, Oddkit's throat quivered to say more. Because she felt like there had to be something to apologize for. That she wandered off, that she got hurt, that she was so disobedient in the first place. Staying was like prison, but leaving led to this. To her probable death. Even under the cries, a part of her had already moved to acceptance. But then her mother came and cried. Cried so loud, her ears wanted to be pinned to the back of her head. But they didn't move, she couldn't move them. And that part of her decided she wanted to live again. Tears pricked the corner of her eyes. "M-Mom." There was a long pause, only accompanied by Oddkit's labored breathing. "I-"
