PAFP Event RiverClan ShadowClan WHERE THE NORTH WIND MEETS THE SEA ] heist

[pineheart]

✦ Coalstrike kicks out, and Pineheart goes flying again, landing hard in the mud and sliding several fox length's through it– then a scream cuts through the air–

COAL!

The tom takes off in the direction of the howl, and Pineheart pulls himself up on shaky legs, his breaths coming shallow and sending pain down his lungs like jagged lightning. Brook. She'd let out a scream just seconds before, before Adderfang had presumably dragged Hollowmist back to the river it had so shamelessly crossed.

"Brook?" Pineheart croaks, eyesight obscured by mud and blood, body aching, but he sees her, or feels her, smells her– something, there's something, pulling him towards her like the tide, and then he feels his nose brush her cheek, the fur on her neck.

"Brook," he says again, quieter this time, all ragged edges, gentleness in spite of the violence. "Thank the stars you're alright…" he lets the quiet be for a moment, breathing in the presence of her, listening to her heartbeat, which despite its too fast pace is a comforting sound to his ears.

Then, he takes a deep breath, and looks up and around, lifting a paw to clean some of the mud off his face. "Where's Adderfang? Shit– shit!"

Realization hits him hard, and he takes off towards the river immediately, ignoring the pain. He sees Wavesong in his mind's eye, with her kits, alone– and he won't be the reason those kits don't get to meet their father, stubborn bastard that he might be. He slides to a halt on the bank, eyes scanning desperately for Adderfang's brown fur. He sees him further down the river, and runs down the bank, wading out into the water, fighting the current as he tries to grab onto the wiry tom, who looks worse for wear to say the least. He'd obviously taken the worst damage out of all three of them, and Pineheart feels responsible, at least in part.

"Come on, Adder! Don't make me tell Wave you won't be raising those kits with her!"

haven't had a dream in a long time

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

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  PINE, - 49 moons / riverclan + warrior
  large brown tabby town
  adopted guardian of Torrentpaw and Squidpaw / future mentor to Torrentpaw
  healing and peaceful powerplay allowed

  
  

 

[Littlebrook Littlebrook]

⋆˚✿˖° I was dancing in the rain, I felt alive and I can't explain

Everything inside her was shaking now, not from the fight, not from the pain, not even from the blood seeping into her fur. But from the quiet after. From the way her heart stuttered when Pineheart touched her, when his eyes found hers and the fury drained from her bones like a tide going out. He was here. Safe. And for a breath, a heartbeat, she let herself feel that relief.

His nose pressed gently to her cheek and it startled her, made her breath hitch in her throat, but not in fear. No, never with him. That flutter again. Soft, stupid, dangerous. She could feel her chest tightening as she looked at him, truly looked at him, and then she was speaking, breathless and strained.

" Pine… are you-- are you okay? " Her voice cracked, concern seeping through the adrenaline, and her eyes swept over him, catching the spots where his fur was dark with blood. Her own purr rose instinctively, a fragile sound. " Just my shoulder... " she reassured him, though her legs trembled beneath her still. " That'll need some looking at, but Adder... "

Adderfang.

Her voice died in her throat, replaced by a sickening realization that hit harder than any blow she'd taken. Her eyes went wide, dread spilling across her face. " Adderfang! " She moved without thinking, limping forward on wounded limbs, the battlefield behind her already turning cold in the shadow of what might be unfolding in the river. Her eyes flew across the surface of the water, searching frantically as the image of Adderfang being dragged in replayed over and over.

And then... Pineheart again. Already gone, already bounding toward the river like the current couldn't stop him if it tried. Of course he was. Her breath hitched, and she called after him, whether to help, or to stop him, she didn't even know. Brook glanced once toward Pikestar, but her eyes didn't linger. She couldn't. Not now. Her gaze locked again on the river, on the ripples breaking the surface, on the splash of fur and water and fear.

She could only pray to StarClan... Let them come home. Let her not have to tell Wavesong that he's gone. Let this not be the end of any of them. Just this once, let the water give back.

✿────────────── ──────── Brook ──────── ─────────────✿

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[Adderfang]

Song: Fink - Warm Shadow

The buzzing in his ears swelled to a roar. The river closed over them—churning, wild—white and black fur twisting together in a frenzy. Adderfang snarled through clenched teeth as claws tore into his forelimbs, slicing deep, blood gushing freely into the murky water. He nearly loses his grip then, but he pushes through. Even as blood gushes from the wounds, staining the river around them a muddy red.

The current is relentless, threatening to drag him as he struggles to keep their enemy locked underwater. His grip falters, legs scaped and raw and burning, but that wasn't what finally wrenched him off balance. A hindpaw rams into his jaw with a loud crack. Within an instant, he's thrown off, breath snagging in his throat as the river finally seizes them both.

Everything muted, cold pressure from all sides. The roar of the river filled his ears, limbs thrashing, claws catching on the surface as the river swept him along.

The river churned with nauseating force. Adderfang struggled against it, attempting to swim to shore. He desperately paddled, but exhausted and dazed, the river triumphed.

Thump!

Without warning, his side suddenly slams into stone—all jagged, sharp, waiting just beneath the surface. The force knocked the remaining breath from his lungs. White burst behind his eyes, and he twisted, pain lighting up his ribs and spine like fire. A strangled sound escaped him—just bubbles that carried no sound.

For a moment, he stopped trying to fight it. Adder let it carry him toward an unknown end. But then—A face behind his vision... Blue eyes beaming with laughter and gentle warmth. Wavesong.

Adderfang had to make it out. Today couldn't be the last day she saw him alive.

He surged upward with a muted growl, claws flailing for the reeds along the bank. He caught—slipped—caught again. The river dragged at him, but the current began to slow where the river pinched. He found an edge, his claws ripping into the soft earth.

The tom hauled himself forward, bursting toward the surface with a gargle. "Guhh—ugh!" Adderfang clings to the grass, violent heaving as his quivering body collapses. Water spews from his mouth in fits and sputters. He struggles to maintain his grip, hind legs still half-hanging into the river.

Adderfang has been swept up by the current. Rolled an additional 1d20 for extra damage sustained as he was swept away. He can be rescued now @pineheart and @Littlebrook

Adderfang: 16/100
- Lean and wiry
- Rolls a 1d20

Rolled a 1d20 for Adderfang→ 20

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

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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]

✦ There's a terrible sound as Adderfang seemingly crashes into a rock beneath the water, and then– silence. For a while. Too long. Pineheart wades out further, eyes searching once more, when suddenly a brown head bursts through the water's surface, gasping for breath. Stubborn bastard. Good.

Mustering up his last bit of strength, Pineheart gets to Adder and drags him by the scruff of his neck, unable to think of another option in the circumstances– he drags him all the way back to the bank, where he finally lets go. He gives Adder a quick once over. It's… bad. How bad, he isn't sure. That was for Jinglemoon to determine.

Jingle.

Herbs. They'd been looking for herbs. The camp… Torrent and Squid, Lilac– Pineheart looks around, somewhat wildly, and his eyes fall on Brook again, who hasn't left his side. She hardly looks better than Adder, only less wet.

"We have to get him back to camp," he says, half to himself and half to Brook. "We have to get back to camp. If those Shadowclanners were looking for herbs, they might've thought they could steal some from our medicine cat's store. I only hope that they sent only one or two…" he looks back at Adder, and with some effort, pushes his head under Adder's battered body so that the wiry tom is lying across his shoulder. He ignores the pain it causes, gritting his teeth, thinking of Wavesong and the kits– "I can carry him," he says. "He's not heavy."

And with that, he starts off back towards the camp.

haven't had a dream in a long time

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

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  PINE, - 49 moons / riverclan + warrior
  large brown tabby town
  adopted guardian of Torrentpaw and Squidpaw / future mentor to Torrentpaw
  healing and peaceful powerplay allowed