JINGLEMOON, 27 Moons, RiverClan Medicine Cat // He/They // #3b90ff
A long furred blue tabby tom with low white, long pointed ears with curved tips and dazzling blue eyes.
Sibling to ASTRO, Uncle to TWINKLEPAW, ECLIPSEPAW and COMETPAW
Mentoring RAINPAW
Usually walks with a jingle in his step. Good listener and always thoughtful.
Played by DINGO
He had hardly gotten a wink of sleep for what felt like several moons at this point. Ever since Wavesong's litter had been born with some complications to two of the kits he had spent all of his time within the medicine den tending to them and anytime he did go out was only ever to collect herbs in hopes he'd find one that would make them all better.
None of his efforts ever felt like they were enough though.
Shellkit especially seemed to continue fading despite how much she fought, and how much he fought for her as well. With a ferocity and courageousness stronger then any cat he knew, Shellkit had struggled for her will to keep on living for every sunhigh and sunset she had been blessed with living. But it wasn't enough... Though her spirit wanted to keep on fighting her body had had enough.
Jinglemoon had been just about to slip into sleep when a soft glow began to wash over the medicine den. He blinked sleepily and raised his head from his nest meeting the gaze of a star-touched cat, for a few brief moments he stared in disbelief. StarClan! Yes! Oh StarClan! Surely they had finally sent someone to come help him to save little Shellkit and Troutkit! Of course, StarClan would not simply stand by and watch two young kits struggle and suffer as they had! They deserved to cuddle up with their littermates and feel the warmth of their mother's love without the lingering fear that she currently held behind it, always hoping and praying that they would make it another night.
Hope shimmered in his eyes like the stars that shimmered in the other cats' pelt as he wearily lifted himself back up and out of his nest as the StarClan cat leaned down to touch a nose to Shellkit's forehead, he would help the starry-pelted cat to help save Shellkit in anyway he could no matter how tired and-- ... But, wait? What was she doing? The hope that had once sparkled in the medicine cats' eyes shattered as he watched in anguished horror as a tiny soul began to take shape beside the StarClanner, donning her own starry pelt far too soon, far too small...
"No! No please!" He scrambled now, slipping and hitting his chin against the floor of the medicine den in his hurry to race over before Shellkit could be taken away forever, not daring to look yet at her still body in the nest with her mother, as though by doing so he would have to admit that she was already gone. The starry cat was apologizing to him, reassuring him that he had done everything he could do to help the kit, that he had saved Troutkit but he was frantic, tears beginning to well as he begged "Please don't take her! I-I can still save her! I can! I c-can save them both! Please please just give me more time! Just another week! I'll do anything! Please..."
Jinglemoon had become heart achingly familiar and close with the silver tabby kit in the brief time she had been able to bless them with, and Wavesong... His friend. His heart broke for her, he had promised. He had promised... And he had failed to keep it. Even for his most dearest friend.
He gasped in the cool night's air in sharp, quick breaths as tears began to fall as he looked down to the tiny star-blessed kit now. Her eyes wide and confused. She had deserved so much better than this. So much more time than this. And though he knew he'd do anything to give her that time, he knew no amount of herbs nor medical knowledge could give her it. Nothing within his power could, not even StarClan could. He knew it, but he didn't want to believe it. As if holding onto some sliver, some shred of hope might be enough to bring her spirit back to her frail body that grew colder beside her mother who didn't even know yet that her daughter was gone.
His bleeding heart broke fully and completely when the spirit of Shellkit pressed close to Wavesong and mewed for her before turning to him, asking if she could stay. "I'm... I'm so sorry little guppy" He croaked, his voice cracking from grief, his blue eyes filled with a sorrow that could not be adequately put into words. He wanted so badly to tell her she could stay, he looked to the other starry cat with fresh tears trying once more to plead for an outcome that he knew was beyond reach. "Please don't do this, don't take her away. Please. She has a family and clanmates who love her and want to see her grow up..." For Wavesong's sake, for Adderfang, for her littermates, her siblings, her clanmates. For Shellkit... She wanted to stay. She still wanted to fight for her will to live, why couldn't she stay? She hadn't given up! He hadn't given up...
Jinglemoon's blue pelt stiffened as the older StarClan cat picked the tiny scrap of stars up by the scruff, with the same gentleness her mother should've been allowed to show her for many moons to come. The tabby tom moved as if to try and stop the starry pelt from taking the kit away as she moved away into a starlit veil of sorts. But it was no use. Shellkit was in StarClan's care now, not his. "I'm sorry Shellkit. I'm so, so sorry" He hoped that one day she could forgive him, but whether or not he could ever forgive himself was another thing all together. The medicine cat's mews had devolved into pitiful whimpers but he managed to meet the gaze of Shellkit's starry escort one last time.
Tell her? How could he? How could he break this news to Wavesong? She had grieved so much for these kits already, she had suffered so much already. Why couldn't she have been allowed just this one thing. Why...?
He turned now to the nest to face the reality that had become of Shellkit, seeing her tiny, lifeless frame sent down a new wave of anguish and the medicine cat would let out a wail more painful, more agonized than the one he had cried out when sliced by Jadethorn in this very same den all that time ago. Pressing his nose into the now still scrap of silver tabby fur and gently nudging her in a vain attempt to wake her up from a never ending slumber, as if this whole thing had hopefully just been some terrible sleep deprived nightmare.
One he would never wake from, and neither would Shellkit.
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.
