TW: Sensitive Content Open Backwritten Camp RiverClan no grave can hold my body down 𓆟. ° .• — HEIST AFTERMATH

[Adderfang]

{$title} Takes place last month (May 21rst) after the fight with ShadowClan out in the territory and the medicine-den raid where their herbs were ransacked.

There is water.

It roars in his ears, fills his throat, blinds him with stinging clarity. The current swallows him whole—ripping through the gashes carved into his side, tugging at fur and flesh alike, pulling him deeper into the grave. He fights with everything he has left, claws scraping uselessly against smooth, unyielding stone.

That is all he remembers before being lifted from the river. He barely notes the warmth that presses to his flank or the world tilting as he's hoisted up and over. By the time his vision clears, grit scratches at his throat and blood pulses behind his eyes. Everything hurts, jagged pins pushing throughout his entire body. His breathing rattles low in his chest as he's jostled, salt and iron lingering on his palate.

The tabby blinks slowly, drawing in the blur of his surroundings. Claws prick into coarse fur beneath him, tail swaying limply. Blood slicks the dark pelt beneath him, smaller trails running rivers down his back. Adderfang is unsure how long it has been, only that camp drifts into view between one blink and the next.

When the willow trees' familiar branches sway into view, he pushes against the tom carrying him. Adderfang does not wait, sliding down with a pained grunt. The ground feels uncomfortably solid. Pins and needles shoot up with every step. He doesn't make it far before his legs give out, and he's forced to rest.

What should be a quiet camp is instead a roar of activity. Adderfang thinks he smells blood in the air, but the stench of his own overwhelms everything else. His paws twitch—instinct urging him to rise—but his body won't obey. All he can think about is reuniting with his family—with Wavesong. After brushing so close with death, the ache to be near her is near unbearable. Right now, he wants nothing more than to press his nose into her fur and sleep, but there's no hiding the tremor in his breath nor the dark smears against his pelt.

"What's happening? Why is there so much noise?" He rasps irritably, head tilting to seek the shape of Pineheart shifting in his vision.

@pineheart @Littlebrook

___________________ There wasn't a wrong or a right he could choose 𓆟 He did what he had to do ________________

• "speech" - thoughts
  
  

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• Adderfang he/him & riverclan
  𓆟 Chocolate ticked tabby w/ amber eyes. Peppered with scars. Deep gash across the right side of his face exposing one canine slightly. Missing left ear.
  𓆟 Deep gravelly voice that might unsettle others.
  𓆟 Would and will kill a man.
  𓆟 Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted. For other powerplays, DM.
  𓆟 Fur smells faintly of river reeds and damp earth.
  
  
  penned by Scarlet​

 

[pineheart]

✦ Pineheart isn't sure if it's adrenaline keeping the pain at bay or some other force, but whatever it is, it works– he nearly forgets he's bleeding at all as he carries Adderfang back to camp. All he can feel or remember is Wave and the kits, Torrent, Squid, Lilac… Littlebrook is by his side, a steady source of strength in her own way. Even injured.

Once back inside camp Adderfang begins to protest, and he pushes off Pineheart's back and slips onto the ground, walking a measly few steps before collapsing. It's clear immediately that something is wrong. Terribly wrong. The fear scent is thick in the air, the noise overwhelming, the smell of blood from all directions and not just from the three returning warriors.

Fuck.

The kids… Wavesong… his ears flick as Adderfang asks a question, and he looks down at him to meet his eyes.

"Something's wrong," Pineheart says, knowing that much is obvious. "I was right. Those damned rats stole right from under our fucking noses." He shakes his head. It was obvious that whoever had been here was gone now, or they'd be hearing more fighting. Looking back at Adderfang, he says, "I'll find Wavesong," and looking over at Brook, adds, "and Lilac. Torrent and Squid too. Please… try and keep Adderfang still. If he loses any more blood… I'll get Jinglemoon too, so…"

He leaves the obvious unsaid; if there's anything left.

Briefly, he brushes his nose against Brook's cheek, then sets off to do as he'd said– figure out what the hell is going on.

"Torrent! Torrent, where are you? Oof–" something bumps into his side, and he is painfully reminded that he was in fact injured himself. He looks down and sees Torrentpaw staring up at him with wide eyes. "You're alive," he says, letting out a breath of relief, and for a moment he forgets himself, his promise– and bends down to press his cheek to Torrentpaw's side, as if to double check that he is breathing and his heart beating. Then he lifts his head, remembering Adderfang. "I need you to fetch Wavesong. Take her to Adderfang– he's…" he's not going to make it. No, no, he can't think like that. If anyones' stubborn enough to survive this, it'd be Adder. "He needs her. I'm going to find Jinglemoon."

haven't had a dream in a long time

see, the life i've had could make a good man go bad

• ooc: adressing @Adderfang @Littlebrook and @Torrentpaw
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  PINE, - 50 moons / riverclan + warrior
  large brown tabby town
  mentor to Torrentpaw
  healing and peaceful powerplay allowed