TW: Sensitive Content SkyClan Journey Where fields are painted gold || HAWK

[flowercloud]

@Downykit PLEASE, wait for downykit !! Encounter: Hawk // The few days rest was needed, Teaselpaws bleeding paws, Ponypaw sickness, the clan was needed for rest. She was sure Hawkstar even losing a life was a well needed sign. Unfortunately, Flowercloud felt the urge to just get to their sanctuary, her own body tired and lagging. This journey has been overwhelming, and she was sure it wasn't just her at this point. Cygnetpaw had been quiet, but could she blame her? She broke her heart, as Crowsight did hers. But she sent a soft glance her way anyways, before letting out a foggy breath of a sigh. She was thankful, however that Tigger had been there to help them during the snowstorm. It gave them piece of mind, and she couldnt have thought of a better place to have rested. Green eyes squinted against the glaring lights that reflected from the white snow, large head turning over her shoulder to glance back at her clan. Wherever she was with them, she felt at home. But that couldn't help them shelter their young. Or store food for hungry bellies. The amber points ears perked, pupils dilating to slits as she examined the sky above. A bird circled, and at first, she thought nothing of it. For a mere moment, she felt relaxed. Then, as she examined again, it got larger, and larger. Panic raised through her features, the large molly suddenly becoming alert- "GET DOWN, HAWK!" She cried out her bells of alarm ringing again. How much must they endure on this journey? From storms, to foxes, and strange fog - to even hawks?

flowercloud ❀ 28 moons ❀ deputy ❀ she/her ❀ pinterest ❀ deidre

 

[Downykit]

But my words, like silent raindrops fell

And echoed in the wells of silence

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The rest at Round-belly's cave felt like the best few nights of this entire long walk. No matter how cold it had gotten outside, inside was toasty and warm. Everyone seemed to enjoy exploring and finding different things in the spires of brown, and even One-eye took the time to rest! She always seemed on the tip of her toes at all points, although that seemed to slow after the strange sleep she had went through. The leader must have needed the rest...as had everyone else.

But the best part of visiting Round-belly was the new feathered toy the small kitten had been gifted by the kind tom. She wasn't sure if more had been inside the brown mountains, but the one he had given her seemed to be the only of it's kind out in the open. Downykit currently held the toy between sharp teeth as her little paws trudged forward. Barely light enough to walk across the top of the frozen snow without it breaking, this time the kitten was keeping pace, occasionally going ahead.

Tossing the toy here and there, Downykit couldn't be more delighted. It reminded her of an early memory, one before the long walk had started. Curly-fur had brought her a few real feathers to play with. These weren't as soft as those that she had brought, but their advantage was that they seemed to be attached together, giving it more weight and less likely to blow away. That didn't stop her from accidentally putting to much energy and excitement into a throw. The toy skittered across the frozen snow a fox length or two away from the group.

Her ears perked towards where it stopped and without a thought, her little paws followed in the same direction. Towards her new belonging but away from the adults watching over her. Away from the unheard call that was thrown into the air. Away from the little bit of cover that was so crucial in that moment. Towards the open space where her shadow betrayed the white form's whereabouts. The little kitten instictually went for a pounce on the toy, not realizing that the force would make her crash through. If only her paws would once again reach the ground...

The burning sensation is too real as it explodes across her shoulders and back. Like liquid fire or the plunge of icy water through veins to young to understand what just occurred. A sound finally breaks from Downykit's muzzle, something unholy and wrong coming from one so small. A cry embedded in confusion and instinctually as loud as her little vocal chords could carry. Tears welled in her eyes as the ground she was about to land on, to touch, was pulling away from her. Warm liquid welled against her fur but as she was lifted into the sky, small white paws reached downward, towards the bundle of feathers she was targeting.

My toy...
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OOC ✧❦✧ Basic Info

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  Important! Please note that any moves to stop the hawk or save Downykit will miss! For now... Otherwise, react as you would <3 !tantropmI
  Because Downy is deaf, obligatory nickname list!
  Tigger -> Round-belly (for his...roundness)
  Hawkstar -> One-eye (for her one eye)
  Ponypaw -> Curly-fur (for her laperm fur)
  
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• Downykit she/her
  ❧ A Small Long Haired All White Molly with Sky Blue Eyes, Deaf In Both Ears and Mostly Mute
  ❧ Kitten of Skyclan
  ❧ 5 moons; ages on the 7th of every month
  ❧ speech thought attack
  ❧ peaceful + healing powerplay permitted
  
  penned by Taru​

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[Teaselpaw]

TEASELPAW

Over hill, over dale, through the valley and vale do not weep, do not wail, I am coming home to you

Teaselpaw's eyes grew wide as saucers when their mother's frantic cry shattered the air. Their gaze, which had been tenderly fixed on the kit joyfully pouncing after a toy, snapped toward the sound, their smile vanishing in an instant. The innocent play suddenly transformed into something far more dangerous, a chill of fear coursing through them. There was a hawk... There was a hawk and Downykit was out in the open! Fear bolted through their tiny formy as they looked back to the kit.

A sharp, panicked noise escaped their throat as they darted forward, paws aching but moving as fast as they could manage. Their voice rang out, raspy but desperate, cutting through the tension like a blade.

" MAMA! DOWNYKIT! "

The cry tore from them, loud and filled with raw fear, the sound of horror and a child's desperate plea for help. Their heart pounded wildly in their chest, the rhythm echoing in their ears as their trembling body strained to close the distance. Teaselpaw's dual-colored eyes flicked toward the sky, panic swirling in their gaze, before dropping to the toy that lay just out of reach, the toy Downykit had been chasing. Their paw hovered next to it, trembling as they stood frozen, fear gripping every muscle in their body.

What could they do to fight a h a w k... To save Downykit?

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ooc: @flowercloud @Downykit

 

[Hawkstar]

HAWKSTAR, 59 moons / SKYCLAN LEADER
A long-legged short-furred seal point tortie with one electric-blue eye; heavily scarred
Mentoring ROSEPAW ; mother of STARLITPATH
Prone to corporate attitudes, harsh words, hazing practices ; generally morally dubious
Tagging person here

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"What do you mean 'get d-' confusion spills over to immediate anger as Hawkstar's electric eye whizzes past her deputy to that. All grasping talon and greedy, peckish eyes, the same crooked grin plastered on its demon's face. The very thing she had been named for, the same thing that had taken an eye instead of a child that day. It comes to exact its vengeance now, firy and fury made manifest to the skies. Get down; hawk! Flowercloud had warned. It had been no call for her, but an announcement of her most hated rival above even Maiseyleg -

and now it was taking another one of her fucking kids!

She spins into action, long legs propelling her body into a sprint, and then a run as it beat its wings to lift off higher and higher; Hawkstar leaps, claws outstretched, her face etched into a snarl of righteous fury. She lunges forward and -

she feels them slip through her fingers before she sees it, a bluster of feathers rushing past her with an angry, vicious SCREECH to punctuate her failure.

"DON'T JUST COWER THERE, MOVE !" the leader screams out to her warriors, shaking .... sweating. The still-healing wounds at the nape of her neck burned an awful, stinging sear, and she could feel herself growing dim (flickering, one could say, a star shimmering despite the darkness that clouded them); exhaustion lingered in the corners of her vision. "the child," half-demand, half-plead, "somebody-"

before falling to her knees as the bird continued its murderous ascent -

 

[batwing]

☆ Get down, hawk!

The scream echoes across where they are trodding, and his eyes snap towards who shouted first, then towards the feathered beast itself. Massive, wings as wide across as two cats- if not bigger- and menacing. Those talons gleam in the light, could tear any of their throats free, steal any of their kits. A snarl is on his mouth before he can think about it, paws moving with only the instinct to move. Downykit's tiny figure is in the middle of the ground, feathers between the kit's paws. An ironic speaking to what he watched out of the peripheral of his eye.

Downykit clutched in the hawk's talons, a shriek leaving the normally quiet kit. His ears flatten against his skull, Hawkstar moving to try and grasp Downykit from what could be perceived as death's talons. She fails, and Batwing knows that it must sting, it must hurt. To have all of those lives, but to lose one? No, he couldn't bear that. He couldn't. Batwing's own claws dug into the trunk of the closest tree, where he had been sprinting before Downykit was grasped, and nearly flying up the bark. His claws ache at the speed, but he can't think about that right now. "Fuck. Fuck!" He spat. Higher. You aren't close enough yet. Higher! He chants.

His blood boils and roars, adrenaline doing nothing but spur him forward, up the trunk of the tree. His head cranes backwards once, only to ensure where the hawk and Downykit are, before he is pushing himself away from the tree with powerful legs. The warrior's body twists in midair, green eyes shining like emeralds as his claws aim to latch onto the hawk's body, a roar leaving him as he tangles with the hawk. It is seconds before they crash into the ground, Batwing's quick movements turning to pin the hawk down, despite the way it's beak batters at his front legs, red ichor dripping down around his paws onto stark feathers. "HURRY! GET DOWNYKIT AWAY FROM IT!" He snaps, eyes glimmering at any warrior nearby. Help. Help me. I can't do it alone.

IN YOUR WAKING MOMENTS ☆ I WILL BE THERE

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• BATWING AFAB he/him, WARRIOR of SKYCLAN, thirty moons.
  ☆ A tall, agile, blue and black pelted tom with bright green eyes. Extremely talented at climbing and cracking jokes when most needed.
  ☆ mentored by npc / mentoring no one (currently)
  ☆ npc x npc / no mate currently
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[Cherrydawn]

CHERRY OF SKYCLAN

Everything happened in the blink of an eye. One moment, she was walking alongside Swallowpaw, herbs carefully balanced in her jaws. The next she heard Flowercloud's shriek split the air, sharp with terror. A hawk... Then, the kit that was being taken. Her dual-colored eyes widened in horror as she saw the hawk's cruel talons lifting Downykit from the ground. The herbs tumbled, forgotten, as instinct drove her forward before her mind could catch up. Fear gripped her heart like a vice. Please, let Downykit survive. Hawkstar lunged, but her claws missed their mark. Batwing, however, flung himself into the air with reckless desperation, colliding with the hawk in a tangle of feathers and fur. They crashed down, the bird screeching in fury, Batwing crying out in pain, yet the hawk's grip did not falter.

Downykit was still trapped.

No. I can help.

A growl rumbled in her throat as she surged forward, searching frantically for an opening. Batwing's voice rang out, desperate, urging someone to get the kit away from the hawk's vicious grip... But the hawk wasn't letting go. Not while it was still alive. Her gaze locked onto the talons curled around the tiny kit.

There.

Muscles tensed, she lunged, fangs sinking deep into the vicious claws that held Downykit captive. If she could tear even one talon loose, just one!! Maybe, just maybe, it would be enough. If it meant she would get hurt in the process, she would accept this... For the sake of the life of a young kit.

THROUGH DIRT AND SHADOW I GROW ——･ﾟ✦​

･ﾟ✦ —— I'm reaching light through the struggle

 

[flowercloud]

Her head swiveled, her green eyes frantic as she yowled, the yell ringing in her own ears from her maw.

She heard Hawkstar seem confused momentarily, and before she could even try to correct herself, Teaselpaws voice was loud in her ears. Downykit! Her gaze filtered through others to notice the kit had trailed too far, their paws attempting and losing the toy Tigger had given them, but to be lifted in the air. A target, something weak, easy- no. No, no no!
Hawkstar howled, everyone flooded with panic, the world seemed to spin as she pressed further, Her paws pushed past Hawkstar, sliding to a stop as the leader fell, crumpled again. No, this- this can't happen. She felt her stomach drop, her breaths quicken, the world spin.

Get a grip, Flowercloud! She warned herself, gritting her teeth.

Distracted again, pressing a paw to the leader. Her breaths quickened. She'd come back, she had to- she... Flowercloud shook her head, broad head lifting to Batwing bringing down the hawk..

Blood fell from Batwing, from Downykit, and a rage came from the deputy, a yowl of this anger escaping her, as she gripped the hawk underneath claws, and ripped down its wings- feathers flew off it as she ripped down the pinned body.

Talons released from Downykits body, the bird pinned from Batwing, the foot rabidly torn at by cherry... It swung its free talon to her frantically, iron claws digging into her flank as she lifted and turned from it, only to slam back down. She wouldn't feel the stinging of the slice from the hawk, ripping through her shoulder, not now. A vendetta to the hawk, a hunger in her heart as she snarled and slammed a large frame into the body again, claws swinging to aim for any purchase of the frantic hawk now trying to escape it's tight grip...

She wouldn't let it live this down. She wouldn't let it get away with murdering two- no.. Downykit couldn't be dead. She couldn't, Even as her green gaze glanced at the small body, She tore into it again, ivory claws meeting red, ripping feathers from its flank, splashing red over the ground of white, hardly noticed by the red of her vision...

She would not stop. She could not stop. Not as it flailed towards her face, not as it flapped its injured wings to just be free- red dripped from her cheekbone, from her shoulder- and she would not stop.
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[Teaselpaw]

TEASELPAW

Over hill, over dale, through the valley and vale do not weep, do not wail, I am coming home to you

Teaselpaw watched in horror as the chaos unfolded before them, their dual-coloured eyes wide with fear. Hawkstar's voice rang through the air, sharp and commanding, ordering them to move, to act, to do something. Not to cower, not to freeze, but to save this kit. Downykit, so small, so unaware of the danger, had no chance to see it coming. But the others were fighting... Batwing, Hawkstar, even Cherry, throwing herself into the fray with desperate determination. Yet nothing seemed to work. Nothing.

Then there was a blur in the corner of their eye. A flicker of movement. Confusion. And then... Mama?

A strangled noise tore from them as they lunged forward, their teeth clamping down hard on the small play object still gripped in their jaws. Their heart pounded as they rushed toward the hawk, desperate to divert its attention, away from their mother, who was getting hurt, who was bleeding. Who was bleeding... Red, red, red... It was staining the ground, it was going to take her away from them, from all of them! It couldn't, it couldn't fade into the darkness, away from all. Away with such bad feelings currently with the family. It couldn't!

The object still in their mouth made their jaw ache, but they refused to let go. Downykit needed it back. Downykit was okay… They had to be.

A sharp cry burst from their throat as a beak snapped at them, forcing them to stagger back. Desperate eyes darted to Downykit. Cherry was still struggling, still fighting, still trying to free them. Maybe... maybe if they worked together…! Teaselpaw surged forward again, paws scrabbling, trying to pry the talon open. Their breath came in short gasps, heart hammering against their ribs. But they couldn't. It was too strong. And as hot, stinging pain spread across their face, as droplets of blood turned one side of their vision red, Teaselpaw hated the tears that welled in their eyes.

They had to save them.

They had to.

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