KEEP THE LIGHTS [O]N - joining/on border

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    //excuse my lazy mobile post and lack of a subaccount- it's late and I wanna get this post out before I lose my motivation lmao I'm not a n00b I swear sweaaatt


    "One... two... three... seve- wait, no that's not right..."

    Cricketpaw let out a sort of sob in response to the feeling of hopelessness that was no longer contained to the deep pits of her gut. Heavens above knew how long she had been walking for, and the heavens only knew how long she had been /running/ before that. But now she did neither of those things. Now she stumbled across the forest overgrowth whilst fighting off her own fatigue.

    Where she came from didn't matter. What she was so desperately trying to escape didn't matter either. The only thing that did matter was that her name was Cricketpaw and her demons were behind her- both figuratively and literally. Her hind leg wasn't afflicted with a slight limp, her face didn't have any scratches that would probably scar up, and her brindled coat most certainly did not have the eerily distinct shine of blood.

    Nope. Not at all. Nada.

    None of it really ended up mattering anyway, since Cricketpaw was now pulled away from any sense of misery she had been feeling as a particularly nonexistent congregation of blood caked onto her front paw caused her to slip and fall on a particularly, /annoyingly/ smooth rock.

    Thankfully, her brief flight ended with a crash landing among fragile leaves and moist soil, but the impact was nonetheless damaging. The loss that she had gained with her new situation had hit her much harder than that stupid, /stupid/ rock could ever make her fall. Her hopes, her aspirations and dreams- they were gone. All the things she had wanted to do- those were gone too. All the conversations she had wanted to have all the friends she wanted to make all the things she wanted to /learn/!

    Gone.

    Tears welled up within Cricketpaw's eyes. She was going to die. She was going to die alone with the stupid rock and in the middle of nowhere on the literal edge of existence where no lived and her voice would go out and she would be even more forgotten than the cats in those stupid fake stori-

    Wait.

    No, that's not right.

    Every story has a bit of truth to it. Every story has something to take away, an opportunity to learn- a lesson, a moral, a characteristic, a history.

    Perhaps... perhaps where she came from wasn't the only place that had a significance- that had a population. Perhaps... if she kept going she could find somewhere that her usefulness had worth.

    A newfound determination filled Cricketpaw and caused the young apprentice to rise to her feet and go onwards.

    Ryewhisker tilted his head at the sound of a females cry, instantly on alert. His hearing was very good, and he had been off hunting by himself, which was a rather stupid thing to do, but he continued to do it anyways.


    The low pitched wail continued for seceral seconds, seemingly a cry of pain, and of anxiety.


    He stumbled across Cricketpaw, who was seeminngly too exhausted to move. Almost instinctively Ryewhisker understood something was wrong about the air. It tasted foul. And dead. Something was hunting her.


    He scooped her up, grabbing her by the scruff, probably making her feel vunerable, but safe innhis tight grip, making sure to carry her with his gums and not his teeth. He was seemingly much larger than her, so it was really wuite easy for him to start to lope of back to camp, meanwhile, inbetween densely wooded forest, he checked on her to make sure she hadn't passed out, or died. Thankfully he could feel her heart practically jackhammering out of er chest. That and the fact that her eyes were squeezed shut. Cat's eyelids usually slid open when they passed, so he was glad to feel the heartbeat. It was reassuring.


    Meanwhile whatever had been following cricket. Demons. were now after the two of them...


    (What are these demons?)

    //i meant more of a conflict than a monster? i probably could've used a better word there, but i couldn't think up anything at the time. now that i look at it again it wasn't very clear that what she was running from was far behind her, and really the big deal she was making was that her old life was lost. to sum it up, the thing that i was kinda going for was that for whatever reason she ran away from her old clan in order to escape a violent situation and in doing so had to give up any life she might've had in her old home. so yea. sorry for making that far from explicit lol


    Cricketpaw's sudden rush of adrenaline spiked and faded away as she felt herself being lifted by her scruff by some unknown creature to some unknown destination. Even in her fatigue, she could recognize that the intentions of whatever was carrying her were not violent.

    At least not right now.

    Oh god what if it wanted to eat her?

    The brindled she-cat brushed off the feeling of panic and decided that maybe, if nothing else, it would be to her benefit to try to talk the creature.

    "What... the who you are?" she mumbled out. She groaned silently. Great. Even if the creature would've normally been able to understand, she couldn't form a proper enough sentence for anyone to comprehend.

    Sigghhhhh.

    We're Gonna Save The World Tonight — ❀

    Addercloud had just exited camp, and only just begun following the well-trodden path deeper into the forest, on his expedition for some more marigold, when he overheard trampling paws. Confused, his fur soon rose with caution, then nervousness when the thudding paws and rustling undergrowth was joined by the scent of a stranger.

    Still, he stood his ground, ever optimistic that whoever it was, would be friendly.

    Thankfully, the stranger who came into his sights was far from threatening, carried like a frail kitten by Ryewhisker -

    DEAR STARCLAN!

    "Ryewhisker!" Addercloud gasped, fretful as he rushed over, "where did you find them? Are they alright? Whats the matter?" he asked worriedly, rather hoping the big tom had gotten some information out of the cat before lugging them over.

    Tags~

    Cricketpaw's ears flicked up as soon as she saw the other cat. There was another population out here! A reason to have hope!

    The tom called out sort some of name, which she assumed belonged to whoever was carrying her.

    That probably meant that she wasn't getting eaten. Probably.

    "H-...hello...!" the young femme croaked out. "I'm just fine; I don't know what the... the fuss is all about..."

    Ahhhhhh. There it was. Proper grammar.

    We're Gonna Save The World Tonight — ❀

    His ears flattened worriedly at the tone of her voice, noting quickly she was not only exhausted, but possibly dehydrated and - perhaps even in a state of shock? He needed to get to work right away then. Looking to Ryewhisker, he ordered, "Rye, please put her down and get some moss soaked in water," before turning to the molly. Smiling gently at her, he said, "Im Addercloud, by the way, the healer of Skyclan. I want to help you, so tell me what happened, and where your hurt."


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    //wrong sub sorry. imma delete that post in a sec orz

    Ryewhisker gently set the tred Molly back on the ground, essentially laying her out in a calm way, before grabbing some moss and heading back to the brook, to get some

    fresh water for Adder and Her, he assumed.


    He was back a few minutes kater, and it seemed Cricketpaw was doing fine.


    Also it was clearly obvious that Ryewhisker had wanted an apprenrtice for some time now.


    "mm.. is she okay Adder?" he asled curiously, already having adjusted to his name change quite quickly.

    Pebblefur had just been returning from a hunting patrol, his mouth loaded with fresh-kill, when he stumbled upon Ryewhisker, Addercloud and a pitiful looking she-cat who appeared to be apprentice aged. Dropping his prey in astonishment, he rushed over to stand beside Ryewhisker. "Oh my goodness, what happened? Is she okay?" He was currently unaware of the fact that Ryewhisker had just asked the same question, and his green gaze shifted from Addercloud to Ryewhisker as he awaited an answer.


    THINKING

    "SPEECH"



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    Most of SkyClan seemed to be out and about today, as Poppystar arrived shortly after Pebblefur and Addercloud. She winced at the sight of the body that Addercloud was now inspecting, but then tried to peer around her clanmates' shoulders and heads to see what was going on. It was a cat! The scent should have given it away, but Poppystar wanted to be absolutely sure. "Is she okay?" she asked, unaware that she was repeating a question two of her clanmates had already asked.

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