Backwritten PLACING THE BLAME 𓇼 pikestar

[PIGEONPEARL PIGEONPEARL]

Dogflicker had proudly reported to her that Boarstomp and her hadn't found any traces of Shadowclan near the border, and Pigeonpearls momentary pride had been squashed beneath the slash of claws and the return of their leader, bloodied, ushered forth by Frostmoth. She had just stared. There had been one Life Guard that had went and hadn't returned. Pigeonpearl isn't quite sure whether or not to be disappointed or surprised, maybe even both. When Pikestar was rushed past, towards Jinglemoon, she hadn't protested, she hadn't said a word. She had went back to guard the camp not too long after, and then returned to the warriors den when the adrenaline wore off.

The night goes on, Pigeonpearl's inner turmoil begins to boil over. She rises to her paws from her spot where she sits outside the warriors den, and makes her way to Pikestars den.

"Pikestar," her voice is an attempt to be even, worn thin like a string too taught, ready to snap. Her form is shrouded by the dying moonlight outside, she casts a shadow within and her jaw is held too tight, full of... Anger, maybe? Her eyes flash with something unknown when she dips her head, not out of respect, but a movement full of thinly veiled control of her own body. "We should talk." it's not an ask, its a demand- Pigeonpearl had never been the one for tact, and if she wanted something, she would have to have it... But this doesn't have to wait, not when hes more than likely just as awake as she was. "What happened? Why?" and she had also never been the one to care, Pikestar and her had butted heads, so much so that one could possibly say that her dislike bordered more on disdain and contempt... But she can't help but feel... Something stir in her chest, an understanding, and maybe even the slightest bit of worry, the slightest bit of wanting to understand.

THIS DEADLY BURST OF SNOW IS BURNING MY HANDS ♡ I'M FROZEN TO THE BONES.

• backwritten to the night of the gathering return because im soooo late but i wanted this thread so bad @PIKESTAR
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  PIGEONPEARL ♡
  
  ( life guard of riverclan )​
  ❥ a short chocolate tortie with curled ears & a curly "mane"
  ❥ mentoring sharkpaw
  ❥ peaceful powerplay allowed but may not be entirely welcomed
  ❥ penned by chuff
  
  "speech"

 

[PIKESTAR PIKESTAR]

It was difficult to leave the medicine cat den. Neither Jinglemoon nor Wavesong wanted him out of their sight. He could understand why, but the events that transpired not too long ago started replaying in his mind. He needed to walk around, do something to prevent his mind from lingering on the image of Adderfang tearing into him over and over again. With some resistance he is granted permission to retreat to his den for a little while. Should he not return to the medicine cat den, then Jinglemoon will limit his freedom.

He avoided the gazes of his clanmates, as he slowly hobbled to his den. It's odd to witness his surroundings. Everything remained the way he had left it, before he died. I'm not supposed to see this. Is that why everything feels so wrong? All his life he feared death and tried not to think of what came after. There was supposed to be no after. That is… Until Starclan chose him to become leader and granted him nine lives. He should feel grateful to be alive again, but all he can focus on is the ache of his wounds.

The leader only takes a few pawsteps before his name is called. Languidly he turns to face Pigeonpearl. The two had left off with harsh words regarding one another. Now, she seeks him out when he's covered with cobwebs and looking quite ragged.

"Pigeonpearl,"

he answers tiredly. Despite everything between them, he sees no reason in turning her away. She will not kill him. Not like Adderfang. If she tried, now she had the knowledge that it was futile. He will rise again and she would meet a similar fate to their former life guard.

A demand for conversation comes as no surprise. He merely nods his head in confirmation, before settling down. We'll be here for a while. She asks him what happened and why. Truth be told, he can't answer the second question himself. He himself wonders why it had to come to this, but… For now he can answer the first question.

"A lot happened at the gathering. I'll spare you the details and get to the point. Adderfang and I got into a heated argument. He was unhappy about our situation in regards to herbs. I demoted him from his position as a life guard, but from there things quickly became worse. I told him we would speak about everything when we returned to camp, but he was impatient. He killed me afterward."

Silence lingers in the air. He knows that it's a lot to take in, even if she wasn't there and was spared the gruesome scene. Perhaps her imagination painted a worse scene? Either way, Pikestar would gaze at her with a lone green eye. The other had been covered with cobwebs and some leaves.

"A lot of our clanmates wanted to kill him right then and there, but Frostmoth stopped our clan from making a bloodbath out of Adderfang. Instead, Frostmoth exiled Adderfang. When I came back to life, I supported that decision. And then… We returned. That's everything important on our side at least."

𝐨𝐨𝐜 𓆩♱𓆪 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭

• this is super late but i wanted to reply to this and i'll be having their other private out shortly!
• PIKESTAR

  — leader of riverclan, former shipyard cat
  ♱ 42 moons — he/him — ages realistically on the 1st — mentoring iciclepaw
  ♱ speech is

  "#36D9AB"

  — thoughts are italics — attacks are underlined
  ♱ short haired silver mackerel tabby with green eyes
  ♱ peaceful & healing powerplay permitted — underline & tag when attacking
  ♱ penned by velou — kasaven on discord — open to plots & dms