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Characters : Murkyriver ♀ | Snowvixen ♀ | Hollowgrove ♀ | Mountainpaw ♀ | Loonkit ♀ ~~ Copper was here Clan/Rank : Riverclan | Windclan | Shadowclan | Thunderclan Number of posts : 4989 Gender : She/Her - ash was here :3 and Ro! Age : 21
Subject: what do you say to your savior? [c] Tue 6 Feb 2024 - 6:46
From the moment Poppyshine had appeared at her side to relieve her of the duty of pulling not one, but two toms to safety, she had not come to see him. There had been a life-debt that had been paid in that moment as she ran forth, risking her own life as she stared at the jowls of the wolves that had taken clanmate after clanmate without remorse. Egretswoop had been felled in little more than a singular bite, and while that death did little more than bring a mournful twitch to her whiskers, the destruction of the tom who had been at the riverside to tell her of stories in her lowest moments had been what hurt.
She had blazed forward without little thought... little concern for her own life. It was slowly costing her, though she did not discuss the three new scars that marred her own face. Did not dare even consider the subject of the slightest of frosting in her eye that had appeared as a result of it.
But now, for the first time since that incident, she came to the medicine den. She hadn't dared even consider the idea of mulling over what to say, as it would simply be no use. Words always failed her. But as she appeared in the den, it seemed that for the first time, thousands of words ruminated in her mind. Anger, bewilderment, remorse. None of it seemed to fully articulate just how she felt as she saw him in the state he was. It still did not excuse the fear that she had felt, but nevertheless, the molly clung to the darker patches of the den as she slipped to his side and took her position. As she did such, though, a paw quickly darted out to jab at his shoulder. Not hard enough for pain, but... enough to make a point. "Life-debts aren't supposed to be paid with stupid acts of heroism." She huffed at him in greeting, then tucking her paws beneath her and tail to her side as she resided by his side. She had a tension in her voice that belied her true emotions on the matter, even if they never quite reached her face. "But. The hero lives." In contrast to that earlier tension... relief. If only subtle.
Subject: Re: what do you say to your savior? [c] Wed 14 Feb 2024 - 17:15
"I want for us this: that we are well."
Rowansong T5 Warrior | RiverClan | he/him
Murkyriver's appearance in the den was a surprise, one only half-welcome. For a brief spell, Rowansong thought she'd either been eaten whole or buried in the snow, too. He couldn't remember seeing her through his lapses of consciousness across the agonizing journey home, and she'd eluded him since return, too. But after a few days of maintained awareness passed, Rowansong gave up the concern. If something had happened to her, someone would tell him by then--he hoped. Trusted. Rowansong felt a twinge of guilt--and bad faith, for the sight was a surprise he hadn't been told of--when he made out the flesh-pale scars standing out against the shade of her fur. At least Murkyriver was better off than he was; his sorry state wouldn't induce the same surprise in her, either.
Rowansong watched her wrap through the shadows, craning his neck to keep his attention on her as she moved closer. While it didn't hurt, the unexpected blow delivered to him stirred up a strange noise of surprise; then, on the same punched exhale, Rowansong let out a laugh. He deserved that, and about a hundred more good blows to see if the point stuck this time, but he doubted Murkyriver was terribly interested in beating him in Littlepaw's den.
Rowansong's mouth opened, trying to form around a wittier retort, but after a few moments of only forcing out silence, he just sighed, "Indeed." Shifting, he picked himself slightly, even though the strain of all-but sinking into his nest made him grimace. At least the seed-paste still sticking to his tongue had numbed enough pain for it present as only an ambient throb. "In some stories, the hero dies at the end. Noble sacrifices... or foolish ones." He studied Murkyriver's face while he spoke. There was no expectation to find her emotions overturned onto her features; he simply wanted to look, to study the scars and the cloud that settled over one eye like fog rolling off the early morning banks. Again, his heart squeezed uncomfortably. "I take it to mean you are the hero this time, of course. You have certainly earned the title, though I hardly envy it anymore." Rowansong sniffed around the well of grief reopening in the back of his throat. "You are far more successful with your--how was it, 'stupid acts of heroism'?--besides."
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