TW: Sensitive Content TW: Death PAFP Shipyard You summon storms, you play with nature || Intro

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CW for loss, grief, injuries, guilt

NOW WATCH IT HURT YOU 𖣂 RUNE

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Heavy pawsteps echoed on the wind as she ran, bloody pawsteps the only evidence marking the places she's been and the sins she's commited. The world around her blurred as tears of pain and anger filled her eyes; the clouds ovehead mirroring her, for they, too, broke into sobs. Rain mixed with snow and hail fell sharp on her coat, cutting her skin open in places where the ice grazed against her. Yet she winced not, for all the pain she carried in her heart was starting to become overshadowed by the anger.

How could she have been so stupid? She wanted to help and instead, she got herself into a mess. Sharp claws slashed at the ground in frustration as she tried to block the guilt from arising, but it was too strong, overwhelming even her most valiant efforts at pushing it down. She had led them right to her family.

Now she was all alone, running away from the mess she'd caused, but unable to escape it. Blood dripped into her eye from a wound that, if she was to survive, would be a constant reminder of her failure. As a daughter, as a sister, as a friend. As a member of a community. I'm no one's problem now, she thought bitterly as an image flashed in her mind of the cats she's grown up around, laying in pools of blood, fur scraps everywhere and a hungry, bloodthirsty growl behind her. She had led it to them and she was the sole survivor, destined to bear the weight of countless lives on her shoulders.

The growl was no longer following behind her and the adrenaline was starting to wear off, reminding her of how long she's ran for. Her vision blurred even more, not just from the rain and tears and blood oozing over her eyes, but from exhaustion as well, tugging at her consciousness, pulling her down. Her legs trembled and she laid her body down before she could collapse, not wanting the exhaustion to claim her first. It was just one simple thing, but if she could control it, she would seize the opportunity before the decision was made for her. The embodiment of defiance and spite.

At last, she let herself rest. But as her eyelids started to grow too heavy, a silhouette appeared in the rain, moving closer. She was too weak to get up, but she would not go down without a fight - not after all she's just survived! Her fur bristled on instinct, anger reflecting in her eyes as she unsheathed her claws and hissed at the stranger, "Don't you dare take another step closer!"

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OOC: @Adder​

 

[Adder]

ADDER

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Adder stared out into the rain, back pressed against the shelter of the wharf, while he listened to droplets drum against the rotten planks. He'd been waiting a while now, the storm confining him to the prison of its choosing. At first, he hadn't noticed the smear of shadow creeping along the beach with how well the rain masked it. When he did, he sat up, watching it with narrowed eyes.

He could've let it be, but it was restlessness that dragged him into the storm. He never liked letting his paws sit idle, but lately all he had was time. There was no one to take care of but himself now that he'd been casted out. The territory he patrolled didn't offer much other than nostalgia. If he didn't keep himself busy, then his thoughts filled that space instead, and he would rather weather the cold than the ache in his chest.

He trailed after the figure, claws unsheathed and dragging lines in the sand. The rain pelted down, plastering fur to his frame. The shape he saw turned out to be smaller than he anticipated, and when he got closer, he stiffened. Hissing back at him was a kit, soaked to the bone and trembling. She glared up at him, blood trailing down her face from a deep gash above one eye.

Adder stared back at her wearily. She spat at him like she had any chance of stopping anything that meant real harm. A pitiful sight, but he admired the fire flickering in her eyes.

"Alright, alright..." Gravel rattled in his throat, stripped from the seasalt air. He didn't sheath his claws, but he did keep his distance. Usually, he would've run them off without a second thought, but she was young and already looked down on her luck.

"You're in no shape to fight, so you can put those away." No matter how small she was, he knew better than to test a cornered animal. "If you do, I'd be inclined to do the same." He took another step back, studying her down his muzzle, rain trickling down his face in streams, pooling beneath his chin.

She clearly wanted to be left alone, and he had the mind to leave her be. Movement caught his eye, and he lifted his head. Standing a ways off waited the pale shape of his mate, or at least the version of her that haunted him, watching with a smile. Did she think him cruel, flashing his claws at a kit? Or maybe weak for allowing himself to hesitate. Whatever she thought of him, Wave hadn't been keen on sharing since the day he gave Shellkit to the sea. Adder would've liked to hear her again, even if it was only to shower him with more cruel words.

He frowned and turned his head to scan the beach behind the snarling kit. "Were you running from somethin'?" Whether he left her or not, if there was a bigger threat in the shipyard, he needed to know.

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I CANT WALK ON THE PATH OF THE RIGHT

BECAUSE IM WRONG

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ROGUE

✗ EXILE

36 MOONS

HE/HIM

✕ 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.
✕ Deep gravelly voice that might unsettle others.
✕ Former RiverClan LifeGuard
✕ Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted. For other powerplays, DM.
✕ Fur smells faintly of blood and seasalt.

 

[Rune]

ᛉ RUNE ᛉ

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The silhouette took form as it stepped out of the haze, revealing a cat - scarred and torn and battered. Hardened by battles fought. She knew she had no chance against an opponent like this, even in her best shape, and especially not now when her limbs barely obeyed her and her lungs stung with every inhale.

The other spoke with a rough voice and she could do nothing but glare at him with her teeth bared - but her body would not let her get up and fight. And so she obeyed - begrudgingly, unhappily, all she wished was to scratch the tom in the face and get him to leave. But she was in no shape to make demands like that. Slowly, she relaxed her paws, retracting her claws, though anger still burned behind her eyes as she stared daggers into the other. If he made all but one wrong step, she would make him regret it - even if it meant her end, she would not let him get away without harm.

She could hear the worry in his voice for whatever it was that was following her. What did he think of her? "It's long gone, if that's what you're wondering." The words were spat out at the tom's face, sharp like the hail grazing against her fur. "I'm not stupid enough to stop running when I'm still being chased."

She made no effort to move and neither did he. "So what, are you just gonna gawk at me?" she hissed at the brown tom annoyed. "Either get me to my paws or fuck off."

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OOC: n/a​