Her tail lashed behind her, the tightness in her chest aching as she tried to control her emotions that seethed underneath. She could feel her throat start to close from the tears that peeked at the corners of narrowed eyes. Oh, how she wished they would wash away with the river. How she wished the rushing stream of anger and hurt in her heart didn't trigger the blurriness in her gaze. But it was simply how she was. Anger and hurt came hand in hand in her emotions, as she hated when they bubbled up from the depths of her mind. She hated lashing out at her perceived friends and family, even if it was justified with the constant tension that plagued the clan. And Pineheart's words didn't help. A few tears hit the ground, soaking into the earth as her mind raced to think of a response that wasn't just her reacting on a whim. She didn't want to start an argument. Didnt want her best friend to be stressed by the words she spoke. But she was already stressed because of all the negativity that this situation was causing. .
Peachtrot was ready to run off. To find some wet moss or whatever herbs Jinglemoon might need but suddenly, the storm worsened, and with it, opinions changed. All at once, everything seemed to fall into place. The angushied wail of Wavesong pierced through whatever resentment that Adderfang seemed to hold in this moment. The red molly's heart shattered at the sound and, without much ceremony, Peachtrot was practically shoved into the den by the much larger figure of Pineheart. She didn't question. Didn't hesitate. A nod was given to the other life guard as he retook his position, a silent 'it's okay' given to his apology. He was just doing what he thought was best. She understood that. But the life guard didn't have time to properly tell him that. She was where she wanted to be, and her best friend needed her at her side.
A deep breath was taken in, a paw raised to wipe the excess liquid that caused the blurriness in her vision. The air was breathed out before she forced her smile to come back. Stepping further in, the molly tried not to look at the kits currently squeezing into the world. It's no worry. They would make it through. Jinglemoon would be able to save every last one, she was sure of it. Right now, Wavesong was her priority. She settled down in front of her, glancing up at Adderfang with a small smile before bringing a paw to lay over one of the queen's own. Her voice came, soft and gentle against the roaring tides of pain and agony. "Hey there, Wavey. Your sister of the sea is right here. I believe in you, okay? You're the captain of this ship, and your little ones are your crew. Each precious one that comes out onto the deck are here to help you weather the storm. You got this. It'll be okay. You've made it through this before and I know you can do it again. There's just a few extra hiding under deck, is all."
She could feel the wracking shake of Wave's body, see the contractions in her side, hear the cracking in Adder's voice, but she kept her voice steady and her words moving for her dear friend. If her mate was having trouble keeping calm at the thought of losing her or any of the kits, she would be the anchor they needed. To keep Wavesong pushing through. "Keep pushing, Captain. Usher them into the their new world. Everyone is waiting to see them, right? You want to be there to share them with everyone in Riverclan. They'll be beautiful and healthy and all of this will be a distant memory. Push past it, Wavey. For Addy. For your guppies. For Jinglebell and everyone wanting to see you back from the crashing waves. We all believe in you, my sea sister. Keep going, don't let up, not when your so close from breaching the storm, where there'll be light and love for you on the other side." Her words didn't stop, the metaphors of their ship life hoping to ground the queen like the anchor she was trying to be. Her voice kept going, even as Jinglemoon moved to work on freeing the second to last kit from his predicament.
Hello and welcome to Purrgatory! We are an 18+ Warrior Cat Roleplay set in an AU where the clans were unable to leave the forest territories and perished!
It has been 100 or more years since then, the clans of the forest are but distant memories to any cats still alive, stories passed down to kits of strangely named wild warriors and leaders with nine lives but the time of the clans is upon us once more and the stars shine yet again.
