Private Backwritten Camp TC Mourn with the moon and the stars up above // Pineconekit

[Boarthorn Boarthorn]

He was grateful to his clanmates for finding him extra moss; he'd usually spend time out of his day to see some himself, so his nest would actually fit him. But camp-bound and barely able to move without fits of pain, the gesture of his clanmates to help was something that warmed his heart even as he lay exhausted in the medicine den.

There was little to do but rest and take his herbs, but something caught his attention at the opening of the medicine den, a little outline of a kitten. Boarthorn had to squint a little as he managed to raise his head. Of all the kittens, he hadn't expected the scrap of brown fur looking at him with her wide eyes.

"Pineconekit?" His voice soft, but curled in confusion. There wasn't anyone she would visit here, then a jolt of worry crossed his maw. "Are you hurt? Do you need Rowan?" Boar questioned, eyes trying to scan the kitten, even as she stood with shaking paws at the edge of the den. It wasn't as if he could move to help her or see if she was injured.

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BOARTHORN He/They, Thunderclan Ranger, 12 moons.
A long-haired, blue ticked tabby tom with a prominent underbite, blue eyes and growing vitiligo.
mentored by Loonstar // mentoring no one
littermate to Saltpaw // sibling to Leveretkit, Primrosekit, Nettlekit, Butterflykit, Plumkit, Squirrelkit & Olivekit.
Copperstorm x Dewshine // parent to none // mated to no one
"SPEECH" // "THOUGHTS" // ATTEMPTED ACTION
penned by Pheo ↛ phoenixwashere on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[Pineconekit]

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⸙ PINECONEKIT ⸙

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Pineconekit didn't intend to go anywhere, only wanted to sulk in her own little corner. But then she spotted a glimpse of him in the medicine den and her little paws filled with anger. Her body shook, not out of fear nor pain, but out of seeing the big cat that brought her papa back to camp for the final time. And he didn't even have the decency to tell her what happened. Why wouldn't anyone tell her?

And now Boarthorn was in the medicine den, treated for injuries similiar to what Sweetpetal was brought home with. But no one treated Sweetpetal's wounds, no one brought him into the medicine cat's den. How was that any fair?

"You."

Pineconekit knew what she had to do as her body shook with rage. She didn't even hear the warrior adressing her as all her attention was on her next steps - she exhaled loudly, stood straight and ran towards the warrior, dull claws unsheathed and tiny fangs bared. Soon her jaw met the warrior's paw, though it barely got to the skin through the fluff, but she fought nonetheless. Why did they get to heal and her papa didn't? She held onto Boarthorn's paw as her paws kicked at them, though it mainly did a whole lot of nothing. Why wasn't anyone telling her anything? Her teeth bore into his paw again and again, but to no awail. Why couldn't she be with her dads anymore? Soon, her attacks turned into a weak struggle as her eyes filled tears and her bites turned into sobs.

A moment passed and the small kitten stopped fighting altogether and lay against Boarthorn's paw breathing heavily, tears streaming down her cheeks. She could do nothing but lay there pathetically, unable to avenge her dads and unable to express just what exactly it was she was feeling.

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☘︎ OOC: n/a​

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[Boarthorn Boarthorn]

He watched with muted curiosity as the kitten stomped into the nursery. He'd not seen her much since that awful day, so her brazen approach was a surprise.

Even more so when she tried with all her might to maul him. If he didn't already know she was in a poor state, he would have found it endearing. But instead, it hollowed his chest. Not because of his recent, actually mauled state, but Pineconekit was always sweet and vibrant; even in her games, she was never anything other than gentle and considerate. Her burst of fury aimed at his oversized paw, nothing more than ruffled from her bunny-kicks and baby teeth, tried to nick at flesh, was a burst of anger that dissipated as fast as lightning darting across the sky.

Her whole body heaved in sobs, tears trickling down her cheeks, darkening her plush chestnut fur in new stripes down her cheeks. She near enough collapsed against Boar's paw. Even at her age, she was dwarfed, laying her tiny head against his uninjured paw even despite her attempts to wound him. The young warrior looked about, but no one was around.

It wasn't like he wanted help; rather, he wanted to ensure Pinecone wasn't going to get scolded. He wasn't the most experienced with kits, but emotions exceed the capabilities of communication in such little kittens. He'd seen it time and time again, the slight issue a warrior could communicate; it was too much for a kitten to explain. But it wasn't as if Pinecone had dealt with a stolen mossball; she had experienced a loss not even warriors his senior had experienced.

Boarthorn's heart broke at the sight. He had an inkling why she held such a fury aimed at him, he had been the quill to awaken the bear, bringing her father back, dead. He had no idea what anyone had told her, for all she knew, he had done nothing to save poor Sweetpetal.

So, with all the delicateness he could manage with aching pelt, he gently pulled the kitten towards him. It was cold, far too cold for Pinecone to weep her heart out and be caught with the wind chilling her to her bones. It was with great difficulty, with the searing pain from his wounds, but Boarthorn dipped his head and gently cleaned the kitten's face, gently pressing his nose to her head. "Take a deep breath with me, Pinecone." They spoke as they had been before, copying how they had been cared for.

"I know you're not happy with me, what news I had to bring you." His own throat tightened a little, recalling her and Daisynose's catterwauls seeing their fathers. But even so, he continued. "But if you need be be upsthet at me to help you feel better, that'ths okay. Or." He tilted his head to try and meet her gaze, a gentleness despite the sorrow and rage bubbling beneath the kitten's eyes. "I can answer any of your questions. It's sthcary and confusthing, I know, and maybe I can help? Maybe not today if you're sthcared, but I'm not leaving, Pinecone. I'll be here if you want to cry, or if you want to talk."

Boarthorn could never bring her fathers back. As much as it pained him. But, he could be a sense of stability, it's the only reason he could handle his own loss at such a young age. Copperstorm and Dewshine had been a pillar of stability, and while he had never exploded on them in anger, he knew they would have been just as gentle if he did. And maybe that was what Pinecone needed. If not today, someday. Maybe he would need to prove it first, but Starclan be his witness if he was going to let the kitten down when it felt like the whole world wanted to see her suffer.

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BOARTHORN He/They, Thunderclan Ranger, 12 moons.
A long-haired, blue ticked tabby tom with a prominent underbite, blue eyes and growing vitiligo.
mentored by Loonstar // mentoring no one
littermate to Saltpaw // sibling to Leveretkit, Primrosekit, Nettlekit, Butterflykit, Plumkit, Squirrelkit & Olivekit.
Copperstorm x Dewshine // parent to none // mated to no one
"SPEECH" // "THOUGHTS" // ATTEMPTED ACTION
penned by Pheo ↛ phoenixwashere on discord, feel free to dm for plots.