EVERYTHING'S GONE TO HELL [&] o, fainting

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    He had been among those inflicted with the toxins of the water. However, when he compared his symptoms to others', he deemed himself lucky. He wasn't nearly as bad as some, with weak legs and fits of dizziness. He simply thought nothing of these spells and powered on; he was a prideful fool, after all. But he was still a fool and he didn't heed the warnings until it was too late. Wrenbreeze, while out looking for prey that wasn't poisoned, felt his mind go blank and light as a feather.


    He blinked, shaking his head to try and disspell the head-ache, but it still remained. There was a dull throb at the back of his mind, ears haunted by the thunder of his heart-beat. He took in deep breaths and tried to further steady himself. The mouse he had been stalking, eyes roaming over and mouth watering, had finally noticed his presence, turning and darting into the underbrush. Cursing under his breath, he stood up, jerking to the side when he nearly fell.


    The green foliage and shimmering water blurred together in blobs in his vision. Unconsciousness began to settle into the blackness creeping into the corner of his eyes, though he fought against it, struggling to stay up. Then his fight was given up as he plunged to the side. A ditch of flowing water was waiting to soften his landing, embracing him and forcing him under the tides.


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    [center][fancypost= border-width: 0px; width: 450pt;][align=justify][font='Georgia']Desertkit definitely should not be out here. At the tender age of three moons, the slender fawn tortoiseshell should be in or around the nursery, playing with her (smelly) brothers or snuggling with Ma. Dez has already done with that today, however, and it no longer interested her. And when the child got bored, she explored. She might be young, but she was a very skilled escape artist. The warriors guarding the entrance to the camp did not even notice as she slipped out between their legs and raced into the surrounding territory. This was definitely not her first rodeo. in no time, the secretive child was free to be wild.


    All her plans were ruined when she happened to pass through the bushes near where an unknown male was hunting. Desertkit merely glanced at him, not interested in speaking with strangers. Not until she saw him collapse out of her peripheral vision. What? That was not good. Nope, not at all. "Hey, wake up!" Commanded the child, creeping over to investigate. When he didn't respond, she poked him tentatively.

    [center][fancypost= 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;]It was on days like these that the girl found herself out of camp. An inexplicable pull had drawn Cheetahpaw towards the area where Wrenbreeze had been hunting. Her emerald gaze sharp like viridian shards, the serval slipped through the reeds like a shark.


    It wasn't long before she found herself face to face with RiverClan's deputy unconscious and slipping away into a watery ditch. Cheetahpaw curled her lip. The water seemed to curl around the deputy, lapping at his unconscious vessel until it seemed to be half-pulling, half-dragging him away to a watery grave with tumultuous, liquid-like claws. Her initial displeasure at the situation only hightened further at the sight of an oblivious kit, poking at the nearly drowned deputy. Cheetahpaw didn't care much for rules; hell, the femme didn't pay the slightest mind to the kit who was out of camp. It happened all the time, with Beekit and Adderkit and many, many more. It would always be something that kits would do. Perhaps one of these days they'd get eaten by a hawk or something; how fitting. That would teach them to stray from camp.


    "Don't poke at him." She called to the kitten. "He's unconscious and drowning." She knew some kits were unaware, but seeing this was frankly alarming Cheetahpaw for the future generation of RiverClan. Would RiverClan's descendants evolve into complete idiots? She didn't think she'd be able to stay around if they did.


    Cheetahpaw unlatched her jaws and clamped her teeth around the leg of the tom, already slipping underwater, who must have been surely well on his way to drowning for good. Good thing she arrived in time. He'd have probably been dead by now. It just went to show how truly helpless some of her clanmates were without her.


    With little effort, Cheetahpaw dragged the waterlogged tom ashore. She couldn't do much without the help of Aspenberry, and even the arrival of the medicine cat wasn't guaranteed. The molly had been absent for quite some time.


    "I'm going to call for help." She told Desertkit. "If you will, stay here and make sure he doesn't choke or drown again." If she were being completely honest, entrusting a kit with the life of RiverClan's deputy was perhaps the worst thing she could have done. Alas, sacrifices had to be made. She was off again, running for camp with the speed of a hound.
    @COUGARSTAR.
    // this post is trash + ic opinions


    [spoiler=tags - updated 5/6]
    GENERAL
    ☆ Shalas | Cheetahpaw | female
    ☆ 12 moons | ages every 100 posts
    ☆ RiverClan | apprentice
    ☆ former kittypet


    RELATIONSHIPS
    ☆ single | no crush | open to relationships
    ☆ Biromantic homosexual | leans towards females
    ☆ mentored by Driftlow | no siblings
    ☆ npc x npc


    APPEARANCE
    ♕ African Serval [100%] [REF]
    - no injuries
    - A slim, lean feline with well-toned muscle. Cheetahpaw has a vibrant golden-yellow pelt, marked with ebony spots and stripes. She possesses striking angular features, high cheekbones with incredibly long legs that allow her to tower over others. One of the tallest cats in RiverClan, but despite this, she is rather short for her species. Her optics are a brilliant shade of viridian. She holds herself proudly. Dark and exotic.


    PERSONALITY
    · BOLD | CONFIDENT | SNARKY
    · SARCASTIC | SASSY | DISDAINFUL
    · HIGH-HORSED | HAUGHTY | PRIDEFUL
    · ELEGANT | WITTY | COLLECTED | WELL-VERSED
    · AMBITIOUS | LOYAL | RULE FOLLOWER
    · LIBERAL | SELF-ABSORBED


    INTERACTION
    ☆ PM for major injury, kill or capture
    ☆ medium physically, difficult mentally
    ☆ attack in bold, speaks in [color=black]black
    ☆ self taught, sparsely trained

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    And like Wrenbreeze, she too was prideful, so much so that she would push onward, through pain and troubles like it was nothing. Too prideful to show weakness- after all, Cougarstar rather despised showing such a thing. She hated dealing herself wrong in argument even when she knew she was, instead, she'd carry on. Too prideful to lose a fight or admit being defeated, it was truly a curse.


    Blinking, the chausie's gaze roamed over camps in search for her kits, the female's cranium was quick to poke through the nursery where one, two, three... Wait, where was Desertkit? Irritated, the mother's brows furrowed as her ears flattened ever so slightly, she knew far too well, the kitten was a master at disappearing. Quite frankly she didn't mind when other kits scuttled out of camp, like Beekit- no, Beepaw, or Adderkit. Though, she had a sense worry for her own kits now that she was a mother. They could get hurt, or loose their way. Though a disgusted expression crossed her features. Gross, why was she thinking like this? She didn't want to be some over-protective queen.


    Swiping a coral tongue over ivory fangs the empress slipped from the walls of camp after the scent of her missing child.


    Though, the sight of intoxicatingly and foreignly unique pelt caught the luminaries of the battle-hardened vessel as the leader's heavy pillars stopped manuevering, large paws settling within the ground's complexion as tall ears of notched origin perked ever so slightly from their previously annoyed stance. Alarm tracing through the female's veins caused a quiver of adrenalin as Cheetahpaw resembled that of a blood hound scurrying after a red fox. "What is it?" The Leader's words were ever so frayed yet firm as they rumbled with blunt edge from a maw filled with sharp tusks. Was it Desertkit?


    Curling razor-like talons within cavernous burrows of moist soil, Cougarstar's adder of a tail lashed as oculars of liquidation scoured the horizon as to Cheetahpaw's origin before the tyrantess's darkened pupils came to a stop upon a lump in the distance, the familiar sight of her Deputy's pelt visible with another- Desertkit. Without waiting for a response as to her friend, heavy hind legs sent the female off, leaving specks of upturned soil in the feline's midst as she pelted forward. A vessel of lean contraction merely a blur amongst the surrounding territory before coming to a halt near a very wet Wrenbreeze, who was unconscious, and her kit who was safe guarding him. It was almost an amusing sight if it wasn't so urgent, though, she found herself bewildered as she too prodded the soaked tom with a claw of ivory ablaze. "Wrenbreeze?" She questioned, ears flattening in concern as she lowered her features amongst his maw for breath. Though, there was none. "He's not breathing, I don't know what to-," Cougarstar paused as a glare of spear points narrowed in thought.


    Several moons ago the female herself nearly drowned, because her maw was ajar water rushed in- enabling her from breathing, and wren was unconscious. If its wasn't for Driftlow she would have died, he wrapped his paws about her sides and squeezed, the very action pushed water from her throat when she couldn't breath... She could do the same for Wren- he must have been choking on water if he was unconscious. Without another fleeting thought, the empress pulled herself closer as paws wrapped about the tom's side before giving a pull, praying to Starclan this would work.


    [shush your post was wonderfully written <33 this post right here is trash ^]


    [center][fancypost=borderwidth=0px; width: 70%; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; font-size: 13px;][spoiler= ◂ seduce and destroy ✨ 5.12]
    OPINIONS & CHOICES IC / "SPEECH" / BUMP THREADS AFTER 3 DAYS
    GENERAL INFO / playlist pinterest
    ⋆ COUGARSTAR | LEADER | RIVERCLAN
    ⋆ 30 moons, mental wisdom- elder | 11/23/16
    ⋆ involved w/ the dark forest
    ⋆ loosely follows the persona of cleopatra
    ⋆ previous bloodclan member | previous rogue
    RELATIONSHIPS /
    ⋆ mate w/ owldapple | heterosexual
    ⋆ silverstrike x smokefeather | birthparents murdered / raised by rogues
    ⋆ mentor to tinypaw | ½ cougardapple
    ⋆ mother to desertkit, moonkit, frecklekit, and cranekit
    APPEARANCE / REFERENCE. / GOOD [95%]
    ⋆ F2 chausie; adult-build
    ⋆ attractive, chiseled facial features, slim midwidth w/ muscled hips and shoulders
    ⋆ narrow, almond slanted spectacles that shimmer gold and emerald
    ⋆ notable scars down her spine, severed tail tip, right/left shoulders, flank
    ⋆ black chausie striping rounding her limbs and tail
    ⋆ littered with many notable scars
    — INJURIES healing scars from taboa
    BEHAVIOR / ENTJ "THE COMMANDER" / A. / B. / C. / D.
    ⋆ boss-bitch type of leadership and persona
    ⋆ no bullshit personality, takes no orders
    ⋆ cheeky every now and then, intimidating but easy to get along with
    ⋆ mostly nice, but ruthless, conceited, and emotionally unattached
    INTERACTION /
    ⋆ very extreme physically / hard mentally
    ⋆ studies battle mechanics and intelligence
    ⋆ starts fights | finishes fights | no mercy | will kill
    ⋆ all nonviolent actions can be powerplayed
    ⋆ attack in bold black

    [center][fancypost= border-width: 0px; width: 400pt;][align=justify][font='Georgia']Death was an ambiguous concept to the young creature. Pain was more comprehensible, to a certain extent, though mostly in relation to playing a bit too rough with her brothers or stepping on a sharp something which stabbed into a soft spot on her paws. Never before had Desertkit encountered a situation where someone faced the impending threat of drowning - she did not even know it was possible to drown. Despite the sour luck the caused Wrenbreeze to faint (or maybe it was something more sinister), it was quite lucky for the unconscious deputy that the snooty servaline apprentice happened upon his water-logged form shortly after Desertkit arrived.

    "Don't poke at him." the command caused the child to flinch, immediately rescinding the outstretched paw. Bright olive orbs blinked up at Cheetahpaw curiously, tracing the dizzying spot which decorated the beautiful female's pelt rather than making eye-contact. "Sorry," replied the girl dryly, forgetting to to use the proper intonation that conveyed an apologetic feeling. Instead, the fawn tortoiseshell came off as cold and unfeeling - which was completely untrue, but Dez could not exactly be considered skilled at conversation. Long limbs flexed, pushing the petite creature backwards up the gradual slope so to allow the older feline more room as she tugged the deputy from the shining water. Wow, look at all the lights. Momentarily distracted, the child become mesmerized with the light dancing on the water, which then reflected onto the wildcat's golden pelt like tiny moving specks. "..pretty.."


    Suddenly, Cheetahpaw was talking again, her loaded words failing to have much impact on the kit as it only sounded like "blah blah blah," at first. "No choke, no drown," said the youth with an affirmative nod of her head. It meant absolutely nothing, considering she was simply repeated the only thing she got from the serval's entire sentence. And just as quickly as she arrived, Cheetahpaw faded from view with astounding grace; but, of course, Desertkit was not paying attention to this, as she had already curled up by Wrenbreeze's head. "Wake up," she whispered into his head, poking him again to see if it would work. "No sleep, silly." Who would take a nap in the water? Haha. "Wakey-wakey~"


    Crunching leaves and snapping twigs alerted the oblivious kitten to the arrival of another creature. Tiny, triangular shaped ears stood erect upon her skull, swiveling about in an attempt to locate the origin. A button-black nose twitched, testing the air as the child became alert. As the powerful figure of Cougarstar entered her field of vision, however, Desertkit visibly brightened. "Ma! Hi, Ma! Look, he's sleeping," she giggled to herself as she rose to her paws. Her innocent amusement withered quickly once she caught on to her mother's hysteria. Oh, she was really nervous. What did Ma mean by "not breathing?" Was Wrenbreeze... Oh no!! A nonexistent brow furrowed with concern as she once more maneuvered out of the way of Cougarstar, watching with concern as she.. did something to the male. "Is he... is he gonna be okay?"


    //aaa why are you guys so good


    He wasn't aware of anything but the inky blackness that swam around him. He felt cold, and had difficulty with drawing in breath. Somewhere, panic rose and he was sure he would die, here and now. Then it was suddenly easier to breathe, the shallow rising and falling of his side barely noticeable. He could hear voices, far away and muffled, but they were surely there. Then it fell into only one, lone noise, an uncomfortable prodding at his body. He wanted to lash out and tell whoever it was to stop doing it, but his body wouldn't stir. He was frozen, stuck in an unconscious state.


    He could feel one presence, then another and one more. He felt them surrounding him, two people now breaking the uneasy quiet. The poking had stopped. Now, it was replaced by a dull pressure at his sides, something forced up inside him from the squeezing. Water made it's harsh ascend up his throat and through his mouth, forcing a hard cough. He spluttered for a moment, the ground under his head wet and soft from what had been clogging up his throat. His vision of the world was still blurry and he blinked his eyes to steady it. Slowly the colors came together, forming coherent scenery.


    Wrenbreeze slowly lifted his head, an ache riding through his body, slightly chilled. His gaze wandered, landing first on the concerned expression of Desertkit, a frown on his face. She was probably the menace who was poking at him while he was disabled. Turning, he looked to the ones by his side, his face growing hot enough to distract him from the cold.


    "Ah, my...uh, apologies, for causing a distress," he said slowly and nodded. He was embarrassed to be caught like this, though he knew that if he hadn't, he wouldn't have woken up at all. "Thank you, Cougarstar. I mean it," now, his admiration had saved his hide, and he knew that he had placed his life in good paws. He was suddenly glad to be positioned directly under her as a sort of assistant, a nervous smile gracing his face.


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