08-24-2020, 11:54 PM
ooc ;; just wanted to note for yall this is kinda a sensitive topic
plot: featherear finds her brother's body
❧ Hearing that Haystripe had not shown up in the hurricane's aftermath was heartbreaking enough to the silver tabby. She had spent her days mostly in the medcat den, trying to clear her thoughts while busying herself with organizing her herbs over and over, spreading them across the flat ground before putting them back in their cubbies she had made. She paced a lot, and barely slept, struggling to find a comfortable spot in her nest without the warmth of her brother next to her in his own. Featherear had let Sunpaw know where she was going while tossing a small mew over her shoulder and a flick of her tail as she pulled her sand-clogged self out of the den.
❧ Shaking her pelt free from the loose sand, Featherear took note of the new day while yawning, her tail perking up as she trotted towards the entrance to the camp. It wouldn't hurt to take a walk, would it? She nodded to a warrior she passed by them, purring in reply. The morning felt way too nice on her long fur to be good. Too good to be true. She decided she wanted to go to the beach. It would be a nice day to go for a small swim, dip her toes in the waves and feel the water cool her off. She headed for the where the sea met the island in loud, thunderous greeting.
❧ Featherear always hated the ocean and the feeling of sand in between her toes, even as a kit. She swore, always, to never be a warrior and hunt in the ocean. She, to this day, hated the feeling. But years had grown on her, and the feeling was almost welcoming, though bittersweet. The smell of the ocean always had her wrinkling her nose, but she had grown so used to it by now. She stood at the waves, feeling the breeze and enjoying it. The feline purred as she began to trot, closing her eyes and letting her paws and Starclan guide her on her walk.
❧ However, her paws very quickly found themselves in empty air, and she let out a short yowl in surprise when she fell into what felt like a ravine, but had to have been a hole that the two-legs had to have made when they had been here before the hurricane. She gasped and looked up at the sky, feeling her head swirl for a moment as she tried to regain her conscious and take note of her surroundings.
❧ And one of those surroundings were familiar, pale orange fur and a rancid smell.
❧ She shot up to her paws and, without a further ado, let out the most ear-splitting scream.
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plot: featherear finds her brother's body
❧ Hearing that Haystripe had not shown up in the hurricane's aftermath was heartbreaking enough to the silver tabby. She had spent her days mostly in the medcat den, trying to clear her thoughts while busying herself with organizing her herbs over and over, spreading them across the flat ground before putting them back in their cubbies she had made. She paced a lot, and barely slept, struggling to find a comfortable spot in her nest without the warmth of her brother next to her in his own. Featherear had let Sunpaw know where she was going while tossing a small mew over her shoulder and a flick of her tail as she pulled her sand-clogged self out of the den.
❧ Shaking her pelt free from the loose sand, Featherear took note of the new day while yawning, her tail perking up as she trotted towards the entrance to the camp. It wouldn't hurt to take a walk, would it? She nodded to a warrior she passed by them, purring in reply. The morning felt way too nice on her long fur to be good. Too good to be true. She decided she wanted to go to the beach. It would be a nice day to go for a small swim, dip her toes in the waves and feel the water cool her off. She headed for the where the sea met the island in loud, thunderous greeting.
❧ Featherear always hated the ocean and the feeling of sand in between her toes, even as a kit. She swore, always, to never be a warrior and hunt in the ocean. She, to this day, hated the feeling. But years had grown on her, and the feeling was almost welcoming, though bittersweet. The smell of the ocean always had her wrinkling her nose, but she had grown so used to it by now. She stood at the waves, feeling the breeze and enjoying it. The feline purred as she began to trot, closing her eyes and letting her paws and Starclan guide her on her walk.
❧ However, her paws very quickly found themselves in empty air, and she let out a short yowl in surprise when she fell into what felt like a ravine, but had to have been a hole that the two-legs had to have made when they had been here before the hurricane. She gasped and looked up at the sky, feeling her head swirl for a moment as she tried to regain her conscious and take note of her surroundings.
❧ And one of those surroundings were familiar, pale orange fur and a rancid smell.
❧ She shot up to her paws and, without a further ado, let out the most ear-splitting scream.
i hate the beach, but i stand in california
with my toes in the sand
she/her | palmclan/medcat | played by infectedmouth
with my toes in the sand
she/her | palmclan/medcat | played by infectedmouth