i'm not going to give up | intro
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⋆ WHITEHEART ⋆
Everyday was a struggle. This was all thanks to that StarClan-forbidden BloodClan raid that ThunderClan pulled a few weeks ago. Both sides were wounded during the battle, but according to ThunderClan, we lost more. ThunderClan lost three lives during the raid: Briarheart, Stagstride and Serpentpaw. Some cats took the news fairly well, while others refused to accept the information. Whiteheart was one of the few who did not accept the deaths, at least, he didn't accept the news that Briarheart was dead. In the beginning, Whiteheart was thrown into a frenzy of sadness thinking that Briarheart had died in battle. However, everything changed after he visited his sister, Blanche at the twoleg's place. He told her about what had happened and what he was feeling, and managed to wisk him off his trembling paws and look at the world in a whole new perspective. She had passed on that same grace of being onto her daughter, Ivorypaw. Although Whiteheart never told his niece about his feelings, he could sense the comfort of her being without spoiling her outlook. The burden of believing Briarheart is alive was meant to be bore by Whiteheart alone, no one else.
The fight with Stormchaser only a day prior had the senior warrior aching from head to toe. Both cats used claws at least once on one another, even though the need for it was not there. Pent up anger forced Whiteheart to act on the fellow senior warrior, but that wasn't a good enough excuse. Granted, Stormchaser betrayed Briarheart in the BloodClan raid, which was something Whiteheart could not forgive. But at the same time, Stormchaser had taken the blame for the scuffle yesterday when Pumpkinstrut discovered them. He hated to admit it, but a small ounce of respect grew in Whiteheart's image of Stormchaser. Obviously, he would never share this with the one cat he considered his rival, but it was there.
Whiteheart's temper had cooled down after releasing his frustrations and vengence on Stormchaser, so his mood was improving. With his scheming off to the side, Whiteheart felt like he was in a better place now. He would not lose hope in Briarheart being alive, but it was best if he did not force his problems onto his Clanmates. Facing the Clan with a better attitude was what Whiteheart strove for. He would not upset Pumpkinstrut again.
Walking into the clearing, Whiteheart had noticed a she-cat dragging herself over towards the fresh-kill pile. Unfortunately, Whiteheart was not too familiar with the she-cat since he had only been a member of ThunderClan for three moons now. But that didn't stop the senior warrior from approaching. Seeing her fall was a difficult sight to see, forcing the large tomcat to rush to her aid. One of her legs did not seem responsive like the others; perhaps she was an injured warrior from the raid? Hearing her long sigh, Whiteheart offered a friendly smile to the struggling feline.
"Don't give up now, you're almost there!"
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･ﾟ ✦ ° when the day met the night - Glancing up at the little 'oof' sound from Softheart, Doepaw dropped the prey she had been delivering to the fresh-kill pile and padded around to look at the young elder. The she-cat's legs were splayed awkwardly, and though Doepaw had heard a bit about her Clanmate's predicament from the other elders, she didn't necessarily know how Softheart felt about all this. Remembering Rosepaw after the attack, helping her sister with her depth perception, Doepaw wondered if there was anything she might be able to do for Softheart.
Padding closer, she stood nearby in the elder's line of sight and asked in her quiet voice, "Would you like help getting up? So you can get to the fresh-kill pile?" Doepaw wouldn't offer to bring something to Softheart, because if she had learned anything from Rosepaw, it was that she hated to be given something she wanted to achieve for herself.
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✦ ✧ ✦ As the elder tried to regain her composure, an encouraging voice reached her ears. Her ears flattened against her skull and her lips curled back in a frustrated snarl, the early elder trying to find her footing with her two good legs. "I...don't need an audience." Softheart grumbled as she tried to put her paws under herself and get back on her feet, her tail thrashing back and forth as she struggled.
Another voice sounded and Softheart's eyes landed on Doepaw. The singapura bit her tongue to stop a bitter response from coming out, ears still flattened against her skull. "No, I can do it. I'm not entirely helpless yet." The ticked molly finally managed to get herself up, crooked front leg bracing against the ground for extra support. "Been like this for awhile, I can handle myself." She hissed as she hobbled the rest of the way to the freshkill pile, the tip of her tail twitching irritably as she fished around for a small mouse to fill her empty stomach.
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watching from afar, her little rock perch, comfy and lounging with all four of her limbs. maisy was disturbed at first by the twisted and gorey injuries of her clannmates. twisted legs, torn faces, scars littering their pelts like the stars that were meant to hang in the sky. she pitied them, living such an ugly life. no matter what they would have that initial reaction of disgust of pity, inescapable. even now watching as softheart reassured she could manage on her own, it gave maisy a pang in her chest thinking about having to make it across the camp only balancing on one side.
"how long?" she couldn't help it. even as the words left her mouth she regretted it, wanting to shove her paws into an overly curious maw. all she could do now was stay up on her perch, force a smile and hope the other didn't find offense in her question. "i mean, how long have you been injured?"
not helping. her voice was echoing in her head, stiff smile still stuck to a sharp muzzle, awaiting whatever response she earned with her mild disrespect of the disabled.
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･ﾟ ✦ ° when the day met the night - Watching the elder heave to her paws, biting and snipping the whole way, Doepaw felt a flash of irritation at the ton and admiration mix in her chest. The curly furred she-cat merely watched Softheart to make sure she got to her paws and to the fresh-kill pile before the apprentice nodded, satisfied. Harsh tones rarely affected her, and she understood Softheart's frustration, so the apprentice stayed quiet and merely waved her tail in acknowledgement before walking off.
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Foxblaze had been watching Softheart's every move since she took over Flamestar's body. Just watching the crippled member lay around and eat the prey that she didn't catch made her feel angry. Clan mates like this were no use to the clan, and the only thing they were good for was simply gobbling down prey that could be going to the warriors.
I give up.
Those words caused her fur to rise along her neck. She had had enough. Instantly the leader was on her paws, but a few of the other Thunderclanners beat her to the young elder. "You d'sgst me." The leader growled, her tail lashing behind her. "A true war'rior d'snt give up. 'f you 're just g'n to lay 'round 'n give up, m'ybe you sh'd leave." She would stand there for a few minutes challenging, then turn and pad out of the camp.
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" Rosekit "
Rosekit didn't understand. Why would one want to give up? Maybe she would understand with some more life experiences under her belt, but she didn't think they should get yelled at for it. They must be going through a rough time, and already being an 'elder' at such a young age, it must be hard, but what would Rosekit know, she was just a kit after all. "You shouldn't give up!" the kitten mewed. "But its good to take breaks.. I think... I don't know, just... try your hardest!" she said with a happy smile.