✮ DON'T LOOK DOWN WHEN THE MOON FALTERS ✮ - Heritagepride SRP

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hey!!!! uh, heri's injury arc wooo! no longer is this seventeen moon old cat without scars. let the emo-ing commence because i missed heir being extremely emo, soooo ya!! [tw: descriptions of blood and gore as well as blood and injury depicted in the art peice] ................................................................................ A young hazel creature was slowly gliding through the oasis on shadowed chocolate paws as light as air. The empyrean of sea-teal was only illuminated by the full moon. The mahogany-pelted tabby silhouetted in the woods was the lofty feline known as Heritagepride, going on a nighttime walk. These strolls weren’t at all uncommon for the RiverClan warrior, as ae was an adventurer above everything else and voyaging nearby territory was second nature for the dusk-dwelling felidae. This time his area of choice for her stroll happened to be the territory near the border of WindClan and RiverClan. It was perfectly cool while not too cold during the night, and there were many interesting things to see both from up close and from afar. Those cocoa paws strode the sands and traced the path of the stream that was a constant vein through RiverClan’s territory. Shadows drifted above; the night was nowhere near cloudless. Pri’s mind buzzed quietly yet constantly with thoughts. When would he see Esperanza again? Why did Ess make aer feel like his stomach was full of butterflies? What did being a warrior for more moons; having nothing more to look forward to in terms of rank have in store for her? How could ae help other cats figure out what family means to them like how Eris found out what family meant to him? Should she? What benefit would it bring? Anyways, the crepuscular critter’s mind was filled with thoughts – some arbitrary, some which may be returning from other moons of thinking about the same things as he was thinking about tonight. Anyways, aer mind was stuck on that last river of thoughts. She didn’t really want others to go through the torment he was stuck in at such a young age and all of the decisions he was forced to make by her own brain and the way that he couldn’t settle for home being anything other than a crystal-clear concept for aer and how her brain was wracked with doubt for moons after his return until finally, everything made sense as she earned aer suffix and contemplate it for many moons. It takes many moons to make a good decision or to have enough experience to define something for yourself. Heir knew that now. Heir learned tha– /KEE-EE-ARR!/ Claws dug themselves into Heritagepride’s pelt. Her paws were lifted from the ground. Downy red-brown feathers fell cartoonishly beside aer as he was lifted. Off the ground and Into the air. /KEEEE-E-ARRR!/ By a hawk. Mouse dung. It was flying low; shaky and struggling to carry the heavy prey that was Heritagepride, but it was still /hurting him/. The claws were penetrating the feline’s fur, and it was painful. Heri immediately unsheathed his claws, bared her teeth, and tried to twist in order to get the bird to drop him as quickly as possible. He just wanted to get out of this and get back to aer walk. Ae would’ve liked the feeling of flying if it didn’t involve being something’s prey. She tumbled and turned and wormed and writhed, but as the bird’s claws loosened, the tips of talons left wounds along Pri’s back, shallow scratches that the blood from the puncture wounds trailed into. She wouldn’t look down. There was no one down there anyways. Jolts of pain, but also an air of relief were sent up his spine to Eri’s brain as the hawk’s grip slackened ever so slightly. She could be free from this minor – no, it was /major/ at this point though Ri’s mind wouldn’t admit that – this major inconvenience and get medical help and continue on the train of thought he had that the hawk so suddenly interrupted. To think of it, what was Eris thinking of? This sucked… Well, it’d come back to aer eventually. For now, she just had to /focus/. The hawk was barely holding on at this point. Eri squirmed for a moment or two more, and the bird dropped her. It extended its talons again – likely in hopes to catch its prey again in midair – but they just dug into the deep brown fur of Heritagepride’s tail. Ouch. That hurt more than Pri expected it to. Thankfully the bird of prey had a looser grip this time. After a few wingbeats of calculating what to do now to avoid more pain, Eris reached up and clawed the hawk’s stomach for a moment so it’d unhook its talons. And so, Heritagepride, feathers snagged in her claws, still bleeding, fell. Fell and didn’t look down. The cold and dry air made Heir’s wounds sting. He closed aer eyes, having seen enough of the sky for the day. But she soon noticed. (cont'd in n+c)