BURNOUT — OPEN, DROWNING

[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 375px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: arial;]Breezepaw knew her sister could be harsh, so she had listened from a distance, not interested in getting in on the action that time. Let Adderstar handle it, she was tired enough. She didn't want to deal. However, when Firpaw had stormed off, the medicine cat apprentice had followed and kept her distance for a while. SHe had watched him fish with a thoughtful expression, trying to figure the best way to approach him. Until she saw Firpaw fall in with a sickening crack from his jaw hitting the ice. "firpaw!" she had cried, rushing over to the ice.

stressed and worried, but careful not to fall in herself, she attempted to follow him as he was carried beneath the ice. he would drown or die of hypothermia before she got to him if she kept this up, and she was asking for death if she jumped in. she didn't know how to swim! the answer was shallow water. rushing down the river she looked for anywhere shallow, anywhere she could break the ice and catch firpaw. it took some running and frantic searching with slight tears stinging below her eyes, but eventually breezepaw found her place and jumped upon the ice. but it didn't break beneath her weight, so she instead turned to rocks on the shore.

mentally she was counting the seconds until firpaw was passed the spot she needed to be in now. however, she was more focused on finding a rock to break the ice. finding her objective, she moved to break the ice with the rock. using it to widen her standing place as she stepped into the frigid waters, the medicine cat apprentice wiped a paw across her cheeks. she was asking for death now, she knew. but right now, she was more intent on catching firpaw's scruff as he began to approach, the water moving him at his will. oh come on, already! the blue point thought desperately.

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Spottedpaw had been strolling by on her way back from a somewhat successful hunt, holding a mouse in her jaws by it's hairless tail. Her head swiveled towards the river as she heard Breezepaw's cry. And there was Firpaw, on the verge of death in the frigid river. She gasped and felt a lump of dread in her throat, dropping her mouse. He's gonna die! How could anyone survive in those waters? Thinking quickly, she rushed and grabbed a long stick in her mouth, then dropped it. No, he's unconscious, he can't grab it. She panicked and raced to the shoreline, bunching her muscles to jump in. No, I could die! One cat was already on the verge of death, and there didn't need to be two. An idea popped into her head, and she grabbed the long stick again before racing back and using it to break the ice many fox-lengths in Firpaw's path. Maybe then Breezepaw or her could pull him out when he came to that hole.
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Waspkit knew he could not be allowed outside camp, but rules and regulations would not stop him from jumping in after his brother if it meant that he would not drown. The striped tom-kit raced after the duo on long limbs, panting, wheezing, every breath desperate as though hands had wrapped around his throat and restricted his air way. "Save him!" he would shriek, skidding to a halt using minuscule curvilinear claws, watching hopelessly with widened watery visionaries. Momentarily, he would stand still, frozen with fear, before advancing forward, biting his lip until they bled when his stained paws came into contact with the freezing water. "Firpaw!"

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Tracking

Icy winds battered the young lad relentlessly, leaving a stinging sensation in his ear-tips and nose. Bushfire had been away from camp all morning, hard at work despite already having graduated from the apprentice rank moons ago. Memorizing the forest's individual trees and slopes had certainly proven to be a more difficult task than originally intended. Though most would think hunting was a prioritized concern, the large tom knew that so many others were already doing this. He didn't want to diminish the prey population too much!

The next and final stop Bushfire would visit was the river; he had learned this was the border which separated Riverclan territory from Thunderclan territory. Upon arrival he noticed two apprentices-- and a kit-- forming a crowd. They seemed fixated on something important, however he was mostly concerned as to why a kitten was away from camp during such a harsh season. The warrior decided to investigate. "Can ya'll please tell me why on earth you got a kitten out here? Standin' on a frozen river?" Bushfire called out from the river bank caked in icy mud. He wasn't a good swimmer, & was unsure how strong the currents here could be beneath the ice. He knew something was wrong, but didn't admit it to himself just yet.

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■ [ Name ] : Bushfire

□ [ Previous ] : Bushkit, Bushpaw
□ [ Meaning ] : Bush - for his messy and unkempt fur
fire - for his ginger markings

■ [ Age ] : 23 moons
■ [ Gender ] : Male (he/him)
■ [ Title ] : warrior of Thunderclan

■ [ Lives ] : 1/1

■ [ Physical description ] : Bushfire is a large tom, exhibiting the clumsy trait because of his size. Though it is rare for a male cat, he has tortoiseshell fur. Two bright yellow eyes complete this description.

Waspnose swallowed hard, forcing herself to breath. Lunging over, she aimed to pull Waspkit back by his ruff. 'Oh no you don't! You're going to cause more help than harm, so don't you dare go further," she snapped rudely.

"Kid, hold on!" The cat slid over and stopped at the edge of the hole. She aimed to Grab the apprentice by the scruff and drag him out of the water.

Bushfire hovered just on the riverbank, too wary to join his clan-mates on the ice. That feeling was quickly changed however once he realized why they were so panicked. A cat, pulled by Blossomspirit, surfaced from the icy depths below. Luckily he still seemed to be alive. "Aw heck... "

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■ [ Name ] : Bushfire

□ [ Previous ] : Bushkit, Bushpaw
□ [ Meaning ] : Bush - for his messy and unkempt fur
fire - for his ginger markings

■ [ Age ] : 23 moons
■ [ Gender ] : Male (he/him)
■ [ Title ] : warrior of Thunderclan

■ [ Lives ] : 1/1

■ [ Physical description ] : Bushfire is a large tom, exhibiting the clumsy trait because of his size. Though it is rare for a male cat, he has tortoiseshell fur. Two bright yellow eyes complete this description.

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Spottedpaw sighed with relief. At least he was out of the river. But would he survive? "Um, um, we should lick him!" she suggested. "If we lick his fur the wrong way, it will help him get dry." And she didn't hesitate to help her Clanmate, resisting the urge to recoil as her tongue hit his freezing body.
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