TW: Sensitive Content Open Camp don't prove i'm right — injured clanmate

[MIREPURR]

trigger warning Mentions of major injury.

Nausea has fully gripped Mirepurr by the time they see the camp entrance. Their jaw is numb now with the effort of dragging Coalstrike, occassionally meeting Bluegale's gaze desperately over that dark pelt. They are almost pleading with the way their blue eyes round in panic—though what exactly they are pleading for is beyond them. Perhaps for Coalstrike's health. Though... they can almost envision Cicadabuzz's blank stare and cold verdict. Can a broken body of this extent be healed? Precious time had been wasted, no doubt, and the night guard must be exhausted already, fighting for his life. To drag him through the pocosin like this- it's unseemly.

Finally, finally, the pair makes it into the heart of camp with Coalstrike. Mirepurr takes a moment to catch their breath, and to blink away the blurriness of their own vision. Had Fleafire succeeded in alerting everybody in time? She must have.

Still... they feel the pressure of an explanation sitting heavily on their tongue. Curious and panicked stares have already been thrown their and Bluegale's way.

"Monster..."

they gasp.

"Coalstrike is- gravely hurt. Please."

A pause. Please take him from me. The spot between Mirepurr's eyebrows twitch as they regard the once-great tom with something akin to... pity. They hope that he doesn't see it, though he lacks the strength to wipe it off their face anyway.

@bluegale and Mirepurr is bringing @Coalstrike back to camp, with @FLEAFIRE having arrived before them to alert everyone.

 

[Coalstrike Coalstrike]

Coalstrike's body sagged against the cold, uneven ground, every breath a rasping struggle that left his chest heaving and blood flecking the earth beneath him. He had made it to camp, yes, but it was barely enough. His muscles screamed with pain, and the broken weight of his frame refused to rise. Even so, a spark of satisfaction lingered. Here, at least, he could survive. Away from the monsters and two legs. Away from the border. Away from the weak excuses of prey and predator who dared cross him.

His amber eyes, still sharp despite the blood and pain, flicked toward Mirepurr, anger flickering behind. Oh yes, he had seen it. Seen their look of pity. Coalstrike could not muster the energy to spit or snarl, his body refused, but the hate, the sheer, suffocating hatred, still burned behind his eyes. He needed rest. Only rest… but his mind raced, feeding on fury and failure. His eyes shifted across the clearing, not to the warriors, not to the patrols, but to the kits he had sired. Wolfpack's blood ran in their veins too, yes... But they were as much his as Wolfpack's.

Coalstrike's lips parted, a wheeze escaping, a rasp of air and blood. " Thunder… " he croaked, voice brittle, yet venomous, each syllable burning like acid. If that weakling of a kittypet hadn't fought so much... It should have been her laying dying on the ground, not him. He wasn't dying. He wasn't. Pain wracked his body, but his mind refused to relent. The ThunderClan molly had interfered with what was his, with what he had earned. She was a stain, a fragile, useless, offspring-bearing shadow that he despised simply for existing. Every beat of his heart swore vengeance. Every inhale burned with hatred.

And as he let his body sag further into the mud, he vowed, with every rasping breath, that the world would remember this night. Dewshine would pay. Copperstorm would pay. And if he survived this, every fragile thing in the path of his wrath would feel the full, unyielding weight of Coalstrike's fury.

___________________ I DON'T FORGIVE, I DON'T FORGET ☆ A wound's a warning, a debt is a debt. ___________________

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• COALSTRIKE he/him, shadowclanner, sixty-six moons.
  ☆ a lh black cat dangerous amber eyes. has a mane around his head, is huge [ grandiose ]
  ☆ mentoring vanillapaw
  ☆ loyal to sable, despises thunderclan
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by lion ↛ lionharted on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[bluegale bluegale]

REPAY ME IN KIND

Bluegale feels as if the trip back to ShadowClan's camp takes an eternity. Every step takes a horrible amount of effort, and it isn't lost on him the terror and pleading looks that he keeps exchanging with Mirepurr. Except... he isn't sure why it is he feels so afraid. It hadn't been any of their faults that they had found Coalstrike in such horrible condition. Still, Sablestar is sure to be unhappy, and if Coalstrike had the strength to bat at any of them... He shudders at the thought. He can practically feel the hot rage radiating off the soot-coated night guard's fur. He bitterly counts them as being lucky. Lucky somehow despite the future of having to face both Sablestar and Cicadabuzz in the wake of Coalstrike's injuries.

Bluegale's heart beats in his ears, equal parts due to the exertion of bringing Coalstrike's body back to camp and anticipation of what is to come. He rasps, making Bluegale's fur prickle, but he finds a new horrible realization washing over him. "He's going to die," Bluegale comments in a dry croak, the blue crown of his head butting close to Mirepurr's own chocolate one, his ears hooded close to their face. It isn't a comment that is meant to be overheard, but the warrior finds that he is in even less control over his words and volume than usual. Blue eyes dart toward the curious stares of his clanmates, and he reiterates what he hopes has already been shared: "We found him in this condition."

He dips his head as if Coalstrike has already died, though his spirit remains in the heart of ShadowClan's camp. Bluegale does not offer the same pitying look that his companion gives. He can only hope that Cicadabuzz will arrive with the same verdict soon enough.

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⊹ bluegale is a shadowclan warrior who is gregarious and loud.
⊹ 43 moons old, ages on the first day of each month.
⊹ currently has no apprentice, formerly mentored websight.
⊹ in battle, physically difficult and psychologically easy
⊹ his parents are swan x meister and he is siblings to halfshade and hollowmist.
⊹ penned by carat, see his tags here.