The future's in your paws. Shape it well.Roleplay in a cat Clan of warriors. Based off the Warriors series by Erin Hunter. Takes place in an AU before the cats in the books existed.
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Characters : [R]owansong [Ro]okflight [S]ilverhawk [P]igeonpouce [F]ish [T]wilightkit Clan/Rank : [R] RiverClan T5 Elder [Ro] RiverClan T4 Warrior [S] ShadowClan T3 Warrior [P] T2 RiverClan Warrior [F] T2 Rogue [T] RiverClan Kit Number of posts : 2493 Gender : any or username Age : 22
Subject: and the world, it feels too big [C] Tue 21 Mar 2023 - 23:11
Rowansong
Rowansong had been in Sandyshell’s den for a few hours now. Neither of them spoke. He simply entered and settled close to her, tips of their fur brushing together. There was much he wanted to say, but the malaise in the air and in his heart kept his heavy tongue still. He wasn’t entirely content to sit in silence– it allowed him to get far too into his thoughts –but he was at least grateful it was spent with Sandyshell. Grateful especially that she was alive beside him. The slight disturbance of her pelt against his with her breaths was reassurance.
Still… the quiet was bothering. He couldn’t stand to only occupy himself with the depths of his mind. All fear- and blood-scent and shouting; now, bloated, water-heavy bodies meant to be his littermate and elder brother. And between the haunting memories all the hissing, self-deprecating thoughts… Nasty, nasty place to be. It felt there was nothing but spiderling-filled cobwebs in there, sometimes. He dreaded it.
Though it took him some time, Rowansong eventually mewed, “You ought to come for a walk with me sometime.” His voice was low and carried the scratch of disuse. There was a note of surprised hesitance to it, as well; the soft suggestion wasn’t what he’d been meaning to say, and his own words gave him a little shock. Suppose the deeper questions would have to come later. Even if it was a slip, the offer was entirely genuine. It’d be good for Sandyshell, to get out of her nest and stretch her legs some… and good for Rowansong. It was much a plea as it was a simple offer, for both their sakes.
Subject: Re: and the world, it feels too big [C] Wed 22 Mar 2023 - 15:45
Sandyshell
The mental sounds and images of the river no longer served her as comfort. No longer did it regulate her breathing, or soothe her mind. The memories of embracing gentle pools with her sister were now rotting like a corpse. Her sister’s corpse. Its waves were savage and sweeping now, all beauty washed away. It roared like any other predator, and pounded against her head relentlessly- a forever-pursuing tidal wave. It drowned out any focus or thought. She was deaf to her brother’s faint touch. The medicine cat’s paws moved automatically, glazed eyes sorting her stock, and discarding any dead plants. Nothing lasts, her mind rumbled, Everything dies someday. She eagerly lapped at the immensely familiar thoughts, seemingly desperate for torture, All of them will succumb to it, one by one… or in waves of plague. The fur on her spine rattled from death’s icy oath. It swore to never be forgotten.
Her thoughts jumped to its recent reminders. Perchstar would reanimate, hopefuly. The medicine cat made sure the stars knew she remained faithful, just in case. But despite her leader’s probable return, two souls would never do such. Two souls forever chained to the afterlife. Mink is never coming back. Never again would she share a word or a meal with her beloved sister. Never again would they swim in each other’s company. Never again, would either swim. Grief struck hard against her chest, piercing right beside the other gaping holes. She’d not felt such woe since her mentor’s passing.
At the thought of her predecessor she uncontrollably trembled, though promptly trying to smother her racing heartbeat in the presence of Rowansong. She should not be so sensitive. So easy to distress and send into such a constant state of terror as this. She knew it to be true, she should not behave this way. It was a bother and a distraction from life’s continuance. Her heart proceeded to thrum rapidly as she was snapped back to her grim train of thought. Someone else will die. Each breath I take is a breath closer to it. I will lose each of them- time and time again until they are all gone. The molly’s body tensed, seething with manic fury. Nothing lasts! her mind boomed, Nothing! Nothing!! NOTHING!!!
It ceased, the silence suddenly broken. Her inner shrieking replaced by his soft rasp. She met his eyes. Rowan… When will I lose you? … Dear brother, how long do we have?
She would find him as a corpse one day. His russet body limp and cold, his green eyes dull and gone. It would be her fault. The wrong dose- or losing too much blood. Or maybe it was already too late. Maybe he’d died out in battle, too far away from her or any herbs. A dog ripping through his stomach was vivid in her mind. She was not there to save him. To make sure his life lasted longer, as he deserved.
The molly finally processed his question- His request. For a walk. It sounded so simple, but instead sent her back into panic. She was not ignorant. She too, could not escape death. And this world was absolutely flooded with danger. There was no safety out there. Not in the sky, not in the water, not on the ground. Nowhere! Every step you took could be your last. Her head slightly shook ‘No’ on instinct. Her stomach then lurched. “I-” She needed to go out there with him- she couldn’t sit here idly as he got killed out where she couldn’t reach him. “I-…” Where she couldn’t say goodbye. “I- I can’t.”
Characters : [R]owansong [Ro]okflight [S]ilverhawk [P]igeonpouce [F]ish [T]wilightkit Clan/Rank : [R] RiverClan T5 Elder [Ro] RiverClan T4 Warrior [S] ShadowClan T3 Warrior [P] T2 RiverClan Warrior [F] T2 Rogue [T] RiverClan Kit Number of posts : 2493 Gender : any or username Age : 22
Subject: Re: and the world, it feels too big [C] Thu 6 Apr 2023 - 12:53
Rowansong
Sandyshell, shaking, faced him. There was the faintest spark of expectancy in Rowansong’s eyes when she did. But her head swayed slightly, a choked refusal following. Ears lowering further, he tried, “Just around camp, perhaps? Sandy?” He wondered if he understood how Sandyshell felt. It was a tempting thought, to curl in his own nest and remain there until things felt right again. But there was so much that needed done, so much he could do– had to do, to help where he could… he tried not to spend a moment off his paws. It didn’t help, but he could fool himself into thinking so.
Sighing, Rowansong looked down at his own folded paws. “Or perhaps today we will simply stay in here.” He wanted badly for her to get up, just to spend a few moments outside of the dim space… but he did not want to force her either. They wouldn’t fight, he knew, but Rowansong hated the thought of upsetting his last sister in any way. His fluffy tail twitched to and fro nervously.
“We can talk in your den as well as we can outside, I suppose. Our voices are no different.” Leaning over, the warrior touched his nose gently to Sandyshell’s shoulder. When he eventually leaned away, Rowansong spoke softly, “A… there has been a lot to happen to RiverClan recently, hasn’t there? Are you– how are you faring, Sandy?” You seem unwell. He left that part unsaid, but the worried crease in his expression as he focused on her said enough.
