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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2018 17:19:55 GMT -5
SpiderHeaRt ?? Moons | Warrior | StoneClan
Spiderheart felt old. It was already dark out and had been for hours, though the black tom had just rested in his nest motionless. Sleep didn't come. He felt empty, as if he was a surrogate warrior in a clan of originals. Jokes and charm didn't come as easily as they used to. It was windy and awful out today. Must be the weather dampening my mood. He tried to convince himself, though deep down he felt like rotting prey. Life was so mundane, repetitive, and lonely. As his father once said, happiness was only ever real when shared. Most of his friends already had mates, or another purpose to give them hope for the future, though Spiderheart felt stuck in a vacuum of hopelessness. He wasn't a young warrior anymore, and he was starting to feel maturity eat at his soul like a buzzard picking at rotting prey. What was his purpose, other than to be a body in StoneClan's military and workforce?
He still hadn't figured that out.
The tom listened to the faint breathing of his clanmates, watching the rise and fall of a nearby cat's chest. With a soft sigh, he pulled himself out of his nest as quietly as possible and slipped over the den, dodging tails and nests, heading towards the moonlit entrance. It smelled fresh outside, and the winds had died down. Perhaps I can find something more than a few mice and a crow. It'll only be a couple more hours until dawn patrol. He concluded, stretching and letting loose an empty yawn. His soul was tired, but the tom could never sleep. A heavy fog rolled through camp, dusting everything in mist and chill. Spiderheart shivered, then made his way through the entrance past the camp guard. He was so distracted, he didn't even notice who it was and just mewed an indifferent greeting.
"I'm just going out to wind down a bit." Spiderheart murmured quietly as he passed.
The tom's paws carried him towards the LightningClan border, though about half way there, he stopped and crawled into a burrow hidden in a cluster of boulders, only visible to those looking for it. It was a cozy hollow the size of four warriors, and in the far back rest a cozy nest and some cobwebs for emergencies. It was Spiderheart's peaceful place.
"The same way I left you." He muttered, slipping back out to search for more cobwebs and perhaps some fresh kill. Before he left, he decided to wash.
No sleep tonight.
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GaleClan Medicine Cat
INVENTORY
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Post by BlooRey DVD on May 2, 2018 18:25:30 GMT -5
HERONDIVE In the quiet darkness of the warrior's den, a cream and white figure shivered violently. A ragged breath sucked in through her parted jaws, the warrioress choking back a sound of anguish threatening to tear from her throat. Her blue eyes, though closed, burned with unshed tears, her lips peeling back in a grimace as a wave of misery crashed over her. Blinking open her eyes, Herondive gasped quietly, unable to steady herself enough to breathe properly. Her vision slipped in and out of focus as her lungs screamed for air, until eventually the StoneClan leader's daughter pushed herself quite suddenly to her paws and staggered toward the den entrance.
By some miracle she managed not to wake anyone, though her features must have give away her current state of mind, for the night's guard stopped her to ask what was wrong. Desperately trying to find a reassuring smile, the cream and white warrioress continued to fight back tears as she feebly pulled together a plausible lie. "O-Oh, just... Nightmare. Bit sh-shaken. Gonna.. Walk." It wasn't entirely untrue... But her anguish was cause by more than the nightmare from which she'd awoken. Although the guard remained unconvinced, she was allowed to leave. She barely heard the tom tell her to hurry back, not to stay out too long.
Why would she? What reason did she have to stay out here anymore? She couldn't even comprehend why she was leaving camp in the first place. She had no one to meet, not anymore. And it tore her heart in two to remember that. With a choked whine, Herondive picked up her pace, desperate to get away from camp before she broke down completely. For the thousandth time that moon, her head and heart clashed violently. Her heart screamed for Falconstorm, for the one cat on earth who could make her feel okay in a moment like this. But her head reminded her that, whatever they'd had, it was over. He was the reason she felt this way.
How was it that heartbreak could hurt so much more than any battle wound?
Her parents attempt at stopping her late night visits had been one thing. She thought that she and Falconstorm could find a way around it, that they could figure out a way to continue meeting. But then, he'd come to her and ended it. Told her they could not continue like they had been. The tom she'd been convinced she would give her everything to... Had said no.
That thought forced a strangled sound from her maw, and the cream and white warrioress tripped over her own paws. Her jaw connected with the ground below, teeth snapping shut with an audible crack. A dull sting erupted in her shoulder where she'd scraped against a rock, and though she picked up the dull tang of blood in the foggy air, she couldn't find the strength to get back on her paws. With a muffled sob, and her legs still folded awkwardly beneath her, Herondive relinquished herself to the sense of overwhelming defeat.
She didn't even pick up the quite recent scent of a Clanmate nearby. warrior of stoneclan |
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Post by Deleted on May 3, 2018 8:38:08 GMT -5
SpiderHeaRt ?? Moons | Warrior | StoneClan
A strangled noise nearby startled the black tom. What was that? He questioned, fluffing up his fur a bit. Spiderheart slipped quietly through the night to investigate, the initial surprise growing dull within seconds. It was probably some sort of prey. He set his paws down delicately on the cracked soil. The ground felt like sandpaper with as hot and dry as it had been, though the fog and darkness offered the scrubby plants and weeds a long deserved relief from late Newleaf sun and softened the earth ever so slightly. Spiderheart crept carefully forward, but when the scent of a clanmate hit his nose, and somber mews reached his ears, the black tom abandoned stealth for a much needed haste.
Oh no... He thought, dread making his stomach turn.
The black toms long legs covered ground in incredible strides, concern feuling his muscles. It was only a minute of dodging boulders and leaping over stones before he reached the scene. Resting partially beside a small cluster of rocks was a light colored form crumpled on the ground. Only a moment passed before he recognized her, and when he did, his chest tightened. He almost choked on pity.
Herondive?
His heart exploded with resent for whatever made her so upset, but upon closer inspection, he noticed blood seeping down her shoulder. She probably just fell! What was she doing out here though? Spiderheart moved carefully around his clanmate, mewing softly.
"What..." He paused, then sighed. Who cares how she got hurt? She's hurt. He pointed out to himself, stepping a bit closer. "Let's get you fixed up. Can you walk?"
No need to take her all the way back to camp and make a big deal about it. There are some cobwebs not far from where they were, in Spiderheart's secret hollow. For a moment, Spiderheart glimpsed a future of purpose, no matter how short lived it would be. He would take care of her for now, but there was something else that made the moment before her reaction to his arrival intense. Spiderheart felt a heaviness to her soul that he didn't notice until recently, and right then, a couple hours before the rising sun, her entire aura screamed anguish. It was almost like he could feel her despair as his eyes sought her beautiful, blue gaze.
Spiderheart thought they had a moment hunting honey so many moons ago: he yearned so much to spend time with her since his apprentice days, though she seemed distant. As the cream and white she-cat lay in the dirt, bloody in body and bruised in soul, his heart went out to Herondive, it truly did.
But then again, it always has.
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INVENTORY
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Post by BlooRey DVD on May 3, 2018 12:57:34 GMT -5
HERONDIVE Barely of aware another being's approach, the fallen she-cat only opened her eyes when a distantly familiar voice spoke to her. Somewhere, she told herself she should get a grip. Close down the floodgates that had burst open, because she was no longer alone. But the strength to do so failed her. The strength to do anything but comply failed her. She knew that she knew this tom, but she hadn't truly registered his presence just yet. With leaden movements, Herondive rearranged her paws beneath her frame, wincing at the sting in her shoulder. Every shaking breath rattled her frame, and spattered tears onto the rock strewn terrain below.
Eventually, she was standing, her body relying on her Clanmate's strength to keep her that way. She couldn't see, could barely hear. All she could do was feel. And StarClan, did she ever want it to just stop hurting. Blindly following her guide, she wondering distantly where they were going. She didn't want to go back to camp. Not like this. Yet, there was little fight left in her; she had no words to voice her complaint, and so she staggered after the dark-coated savior.
He guided her to a hidden hollow, and she ducked wordlessly through the entrance. Glazed blue eyes stared at her paws, and if he said anything to her throughout the journey, her mind hadn't managed to register any of it. Only the weight of a tail, or the tap of a paw caught her attention, her frame obediently sliding into whatever position he guided her to. Sinking into a nest, Herondive's features contorted once more into a strangled sob. Teeth pinched together painfully, her lips peeling back and exposing her fangs as she wrestled with the weight constricting her heart.
She lost track of time, and of the black coated tom, as she drowned in her sorrow. It wasn't until she'd cried all the tears she could muster that she took notice. Still trembling from the exertion of anguish, her blue eyes cleared and her pupils dilated as they finally pulled the small space into focus. With a shaky breath, Herondive glanced over her shoulder, which had been wrapped in cobwebs at some point. A small hiccup escaped her as air attempted to escape the constricted mess of her lungs. It was only a moment or two later that she found the tom again.
Blinking slowly into startlingly familiar amber-yellow eyes, Herondive's jaws parted as words attempted an escape. "S-S...Spiderh-heart?" She whispered, some sort of clarity finally beginning to trickle into her mind following the fog of anguish that had consumed her. "I... W-Where.." She started, once again looking to the surroundings with confusion sparkling behind her gaze. She stopped, however, upon recalling pieces of what had occurred. Her ears tilted back, laying flat against her skull as she eyes fell to her paws in embarrassment, colored with exhaustion. "I-I... I'm sorry y-you... You h-had to... To see th-that. A-And... And thank you..."
The strength of her voice diminished near the end of her sentence, a sense of mortification settling deep in her gut. She was supposed to be the 'leader's daughter'. What must he think of her now, after seeing her in such a frantic mess. "I.. Sorry... D-Didn't... Didn't mean t-to... I-Interrupt your night..." She murmured to her pale furred paws. warrior of stoneclan |
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2018 8:41:20 GMT -5
SpiderHeaRt ?? Moons | Warrior | StoneClan
Spiderheart had finished cleaning and dressing Herondive's wound after he had beckoned her to his nest, and while she lay slumped and sullen in the hollow, Spiderheart had made it there and back twofold, with some water and a few pieces of prey: one quail for Herondive, and two fat mice for the elders. It had been several minutes that he had been back, and decided to curl up and try to get some shuteye before patrols. He was scheduled for the sun-high patrol, so he still had several hours before he had to be back.
Spiderheart was glad he could spend this time helping someone, especially Herondive. She made him nervous more often then not, but now, he just felt his heart sink in horror. He never wanted to see her in this state, even if he was her hero at the end of the day. His pride had abandoned him on his walk with her to his den, dripping out of him like a hive oozing honey. Ever since, he felt ashamed that he even wanted to be her lionheart in the first place, as that would have implied her to have been hurt or in harms way one way or another, wouldn't it? How could I have even dreamed it so? He pondered, ashamed of himself.
Even though no one would really be missing Spiderheart, he knew Herondive needed to get back to camp eventually. The leader's daughter wouldn't go unnoticed for very long. His heart sank at the thought of returning to his boring, lonely life, but if it was better for Herondive, he was okay with that. Of course, the black tom didn't want this adventure to be over just yet, but that was not in his control, nor would he force it to be so. Her showing back up in his life was the most meaningful thing that had happened to him for moons, though he did wish she was a bit more...cheery. This event stimulated his mind: it was all just a big puzzle. Why was she so upset and detached from reality? She's obviously still attached to something. He thought uncomfortably.
The walk to his hollow was uneventful, but Spiderheart had never seen any cat in such a catatonic state of mind. Something was dreadfully wrong, and it wasn't her shoulder. He had guided her carefully to his nest and cleaned her wound before dressing it with spiderwebs, but he didn't know any salves that he could put on it to prevent infection. That was something a medicine cat would have to do. Another reason why maybe he should take her back to camp. He started feeling uneasy, as if he was a bit out of his league, and resulted to grooming his fur in the back corner for a few minutes, before laying down and mulling over how he was going to explain all of this to the clan.
It really all depended on what Herondive's story was: he'll go with that, not that he really had a choice of course.
Herondive's voice yanked him out of his thoughts. It was a relieving feeling, as if he was being lifted out of a raging river, finally managing to steal a breath of air. She stuttered a lot, flustered, but cute as ever. Spiderheart was already close, gaze soft with sincere concern.
"No need to apologize, that's what friends do." He murmured with a faint, charming smile soft on his lips. "I couldn't sleep anyways." The black tom turned back to look at the entrance. He had expected to see the normal black of night, though the darkness had bleached to a cinder, foggy grey.
A new dawn had come.
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