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 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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[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.

 

[Pineconekit]

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She didn't know how long she lay there with her claws holding onto Boarthorn's fur, anger and sorrow pouring out of her. She hated that she couldn't control it, couldn't stay angry at the warrior and instead sobbed into his pelt like a little kit, but there was nothing she could do.

A gentle lick to the face brought her back into reality, not as gentle as Cedarnsnap's had been, but caring nonetheless. She opened her eyes to stare at the silver cat, far, far bigger than her. Was that pity that reflected in their eyes? Pineconekit felt anger rising up inside her again, threatening to overwhelm her, resulting in more ineffective bites and scratches towards the warrior - but then he spoke. Not with empty words without any meaning, but something that almost sounded like... experience. Like he understood her, on some level.

Deep down, Pineconekit doubted anybody would ever truly understand her pain and anger, but at least Boarthorn didn't feed her words that only made her want to claw her ears out. "Answer me this then." she bared her teeth at him. "Why did everybody rush to your side when you came in hurt, but no one helped my dads?"

Her tail lashed from side to side as she glared at the warrior, no longer feeling violent, but upset nonetheless.

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[Boarthorn Boarthorn]

She had begun to exhaust herself with her fury. There was only so much rage that could be contained in such a tiny, shuddering body, wracked with sobs and upset. Boarthorn simply held her gently and spoke even softer. It was only as her anger finally fizzled out in exhaustion, and she finally listened to his words, that she met his gaze. There was so much anger behind such round eyes, ones that should be curious, gentle, but those eyes had seen things not even a grown warrior could handle, so he wouldn't coddle her as if she hadn't seen something earth-shattering. She wanted answers.

Boarthorn breathed a sigh, sorrow on his brow as he looked out to the empty medicine den, before finally speaking again. "I found where they were attacked, and it was far, far into the territory. Cedarsthnap had to run all that way, and with his wounds, he'd lost a lot of blood, and I think the only reasthon he lived long enough was the fear." He knit his brow, trying to think of an example, before the wind outside the camp caught his attention.

"During a sthrom, when lightning strikes and it scares you, how your heart races and you wanna hide or run away? That fear let'sth us do more than our bodiesth are meant to do when we're in danger. He ran all the way home to tell the clan about the attack, and once he was sthafe and home, his body relaxed, and his wounds were too bad to sthave him. Your father lived a little longer stho he could be home, with you and Daisy, in his final moments." It was his thoughts, at least. He knew Rowanfeather would have tried if she could, but he was so marred, he's lost so much blood. Boarthorn had seen his blood trail when he left camp; it was worse than what had coated Boarthorn. He had run against all odds to be home with his daughters.

That was his truth; he was sure of it. Cedarsnap loved his daughters more than life itself, and he very likely gave his last ounce of strength to be home with them.

The warrior felt his throat tighten, but he continued. "Sweetpetal was dead when I found him. The dogs had justht left heartbeats before, I got to his sthide as soon as I could, and I tried to wake him. But his heart had stilled." He felt his jaw tighten, guilt writhing under his pelt, but he refused to let Pineconekit see that. "But, I still carried him home, as fastht as I could, cause I don't know enough about herbs, and I prayed Rowan could help, but justht like Cedarsnap, he was gone. But he was home."

Boarthorn looked to Pineconekit with a sorrow, pulling a paw away and brushing his own bandages, the agony beneath the carefully wrapped moss. The scars that would shatter his pelt further with strikes of light where the fox had torn into him. "I wasth lucky. I know I am. We were closer to camp, I was with a bigger patrol, and the fox wouldn't get a killing blow on me. If I wasth in the same posthition as your fathers, I would be dead. Anyone in their position would be. I'd give up anything for that day to be different, but they're gone now. And I'm sthorry no one's told you all this, and I don't blame you for being angry. You're allowed more than anyone to be upset at everything, for everything and everyone you losth, and I'm here to listhen." The warrior breathed, shakily. Feeling the pain in his neck radiate worse, the longer he talked, the worse his pain grew from the movement of his jaw. But it was a minuscule payment to give the honesty Pineconekit desperately needs.

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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 was quiet for a long time, listening to the older tom, the only indicator of her being there were her breaths and the shuffling of her paws. Boarthorn's words seemed honest, strained if anything, but still true. She had no reason to doubt them, for he was the only one there, with them both. Everyone else had simply been there for the aftermath.

But despite hearing the truth, it did not ease the pressure in her lungs and the pain in her heart. Sometime during the warrior's talking, Pineconekit turned her gaze away from them and instead focused on her paws and the dirt beneath them. Now, when he had finished speaking, her eyes remained on the ground for a while as silence enveloped the pair, not answering nor reacting. Her small claws dug in the earth, instead of Boarthorn's pelt, this time actually leaving some marks.

Finally, after what felt like ages, the kitten grumbled quietly. "Hmpf... well that's not fair." Pineconekit needed someone to blame, someone to be responsible for all of this happening, and if that someone wasn't Boarthorn nor Rowanfeather, then who could she be angry with? "It's not fair!" her voice grew louder. She wanted to blame somebody, whether it was the healer who had not saved her dads, the warrior that had brought Sweetpetal in, Dewshine for trying to replace Cedarsnap or even the queen's kits, for having two parents to love them. Pineconekit had only Daisynose now and even her sister was too busy to spend the days with her, no matter how hard she tried.

In a camp filled with her clanmates, Pineconekit was all alone. And someone had to be at fault for that.

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[Boarthorn Boarthorn]

Boarthorn found himself exhausted, talking too long, even while his injuries were healing, sending waves of pain through his neck and head, but he hoped it was answers enough for a kit so left in the dark. He watched her eyes, still scrunched in as much fury as a tiny form can hold, listening intently to his words. She was silent for some short time before chuffing with frustration, muttering the unfairness of it all.

The warrior's expression softened; he didn't smile, but he had an inkling it was more helpful than she would want to admit. He understood more as she huffed another complaint; she wanted someone to blame. There was no use in trying to reason with a kitten wrought with grief and fear. It wasn't as if he could fix that, but he could be as present as he could if she needed. Boarthorn chuffed a small sigh, wincing as he rested his head on his forearm, in too much pain to remain upright, but even still, he spoke gently. "It'sth not fair. Not at all. And you're allowed to be upsthet cause of it. If you ever wanna be upset, you can come to me. I'll listhen, or let you bite my paw again, whatever helps. Life isthn't fair, but we gotta learn to deal with what life gives us."

Stability. That'd be the best he could offer. It wasn't much, but in reality, he was probably the only cat willing to be mauled by a kitten to let her let off steam, or at the very least listen to her rant and rave. Healing wasn't easy, especially wounds that couldn't be padded with moss and cobwebs. So, he'd try his best to listen. He's ended up a part of the kittens' upheaved life, so it was the least he could do.

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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.