🐾 Fallen Stars [On-site WC RP] [LITERATE] [OPEN] 🐾

Duskwhisper| Warrior | Location: United Camp| Mentions: Petaldawn, Bearheart, Doerose

Duskwhisper silently watched the exchange between medic and queen.  She agreed that Petaldawn should probably remain in the United Camp.  Duskwhisper may not have known the other she-cat very well, but she had no wish to see unborn kits endangered.  When Petaldawn ran away, Duskwhisper noticed the tears in her eyes and the agony on her face.  A part of Duskwhisper was tempted to go after her, to comfort her, but she held back.  I don't want to form bonds with these cats.  They would only use them against me.  I just need their support to survive.  When Bearheart called for more volunteers, Duskwhisper kept her mouth firmly shut.  She was injured, and if Bearheart wasn't going to force her to go searching the territories, she wasn't going to go.  

As the cats who were going on the patrol left, Duskwhisper padded over to the co-medics, who seemed to be discussing herbs.  When they were finished with their conversation, she went up to Doerose.  "Hello," she said quietly, "I have some burns on my leg.  Is there anything you can do for them?"

Tidepaw || Apprentice || Location: Horseplace Remains || Mentions: N/A

She had not been capable of detecting any fresh scents in the WindClan camp when she had returned to check things out, when the ground finally stopped its shaking. The ground was in pieces from what she had felt, and being that she lacked any proper eyesight, Tidepaw had deemed it unsafe to linger around the unstable land any longer. So she had turned to her only other place of comfort: the Horseplace, recalling old steps and textures to lead her back to the place she'd once called temporary residency. However, she was disgusted when the earth felt...different. It was not the crumbled and unstable land she'd stepped on before when near WindClan camp- no, it was crunchy, hollow. Scorched. 

The scent of burn was overwhelming to the sightless pale tabby, causing her to wrinkle her nose in disgust and hold her breath for some time as she ventured along. Tidepaw kept her ears perked, tuning into the slightest of sounds in hopes of coming across a former Horseplace cat. But there was nothing but silence- no scrambling mice, no birdsong, not even the familiar sound of feline paws in hay. 

She was all alone. 

It was somewhat disappointing, yet at the same time, she reminded herself that she needed to prioritize survival over companionship. She might as well be the last cat alive. The gray marbled apprentice continued to shuffle her way around until her whiskers brushed against some sort of formation, some sort of sad remnants of the once great barn. Slowly, Tidepaw proceeded to circle around the structure until she deemed into decent enough to spend the night in. With her temporary shelter selected, she needed to call upon her strength and other functioning senses to attempt to hunt. That was...if she could detect any scent-trail underneath the overwhelming smoky smells. 

✦Petaldawn | Location: United Camp | Mentions: Stormgaze✦

The melancholy queen lost track of time, her tears eventually drying. She sat up and ran her tongue over her coat. Once her mussed fur was straightened up, her eyes wandered again across the lake. Sulking will do no good. 'Try helping someone else', as Cherrylight would say, or 'count your blessings from StarClan'. She felt the kits in her belly stir as if queued.. However many of you there are, you're my blessings. She heaved herself onto her feet, turning to look back the way she came. As for helping someone, perhaps I can help put a den together, or gather herbs for the medicine cats.

[ Sorry for the short post, not much for her to do right now ^-^"]