A Very Bad Day: Abalonestar SRP

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[ A Very Bad Day: Abalonestar SRP ] 96, he/they, wearing kelp sash and jellyfish cloak TWs: death, blood, predator attack ==================== Abalonestar was laying in the medicine cats' den. It was clear that he had had, to say the least, a bad day. It had started out normal. The leader had been out on a border patrol, except he hadn't reached the border yet. He had been walking along the east shore. It was an average enough day. The snow was mostly melted in this region, and the sun was of a normal brightness. The wind was blowing in from the ocean. It was a tame one. Abalonestar had stopped to contemplate life, as one does, and discovered that the tame wind had left him unaware of something that was most certainly not tame. Quite the opposite, in fact. Abalonestar had the faintest scrap of time to react as the wild wolf pounced onto him. It used the tame wind in its favor (as hunters did) and took the seacat's life. After wondering what in the Tide's name had just happened in StarClan, Abalonestar had come back to the world of the living to find himself being carried unceremoniously through the Towering Forest. He had been able to tell that was what was happening because one, he was able see the forest floor beneath him, two, the wolf's paws were trotting onwards, stained with his blood, and three, he was in so much pain he could hardly tell which part of him the wolf was holding. Needless to say, Abalonestar did his very best to get away. It was a blur, but in the end, both parties were bloodied (Abalonestar more so than the wolf) and retreated from the other (Abalonestar more desperately so than the wolf). Using the sun slanting into the forest, Abalonestar had oriented himself and started stumbling back to camp. He was badly wounded. A trail of blood marked his steps. By the time the seacat was out of the forest, too much of his blood was gone, and he slumped to the ground. A pool of red had started growing around Abalonestar, but as he cursed his situation from StarClan, its growth stopped as the culprit wounds were forced closed by the stars. And what great luck Abalonestar had! It took him a while to get back onto his paws. When he did, he discovered that he had collapsed on the edge of a cliff. Abalonestar lost his balance trying to stand up, slipped off the edge, and found himself back in StarClan. His wounds had reopened as well, but they did not seal this time. StarClan's magic was more focused on the fall damage. Abalonestar's walk back to camp had gone about the same way as his walk away from the wolf, minus the cliff. It was just as desperate, and he had died of blood loss in the same way. It was horrible. The only hope of finding a silver lining was the thought that as long as Abalonestar didn't exert himself too much and cause his wounds to open again, he wouldn't lose enough blood to die again that way. Abalonestar was still bleeding, but not as badly as before. "Wolf," was the only thing the leader got out as he stumbled into camp and towards the medicine cats' den. Sometime later, he was covered in poultices and cobwebs, laying in a nest, and wondering just how his morning could have been so horrible. Abalonestar would never know. It was not his place to know. All he could do now? Recover, and he planned to do just that. ==================== TLDR, four lives lost in one morning. Yikes. Role-play and species owned and made by