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