We're All in Need of a Rescuer ✻ P

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❊ FEARLESS ❊

Water burbled over river rocks, bouncing and foaming as it made it's way through the territory, cutting it's way through green grass and lovely turf. Nothing stopped it, the rocks tried, yet failed, as the water rushed right on passed them, and they were soaked to their rocky cores. Some had moss and foliage growing on them, others were smooth and slippery. Some were ragged, and stuck straight up from the water. Some rocks produced waterfalls, playing with the river as it made its way to a calm pond, a pond by the name of Blossom Pond.

However, something was different about the river today. Sure, the rocks still played their games, and the water still siddled by them without a thought, but something else jut out of the stream. A furry body, the colour of light sand, floated down the river. It did not shiver, it did not move, but it lay on its small side, staying afloat through the currents. It was a miracle the small thing didn't completelt drown, yet still had access to oxygen as it played with the river.

Yet, the river got tired of it, and spilled it over into a pond. There, the small creature floated for only a bit longer, before its waterlogged pelt dragged it underwater, starting to drown the poor thing. Light filtered through the ripples above, lighting the sandy fur as it gently waved in the current of the pond. Slowly, it sunk to the bottom, paws extended to the surface. A bubble escaped its lips, oxygen was released. Water would no doubt fill its lung soon, and it would die. Where it had come from, no one knew, but for now, it was here, and might remain here forever.

WORDS: 307 TAGS: Skypaw NOTES: Please this is only for Skypaw

SHIN OF GS + ADOX

[Skypaw]

Rivers, or water in general, did not call to Skypaw like it did to other cats. He despised it. The mayhem of the blues fighting with each other, roaring against the rocks, the banks, was enough to give the fragile tom a headache.

So Skypaw had no idea what brought him to the river today, perhaps just a strong case of wanderlust. Making sure to stay a foxlength away from the edge of the chaos, he took a second to appreciate the sweet scent of the grass, the pine trees, the blossoms below him. Flowers graced his every step forward, treating him like a king, as did the sun, dappled handsomely over his back. This, out in nature, out alone, was where Skypaw was at his prime.

The tom padded happily forward, more confident here than he was anywhere else, even a happy little flick to his white-tipped tail every few pawsteps or so. He wasn't exactly well-rested, in fact only getting in a few brief moments of slumber, sometime during the wee hours of morning. Late nights for the apprentice were for looking at the stars, and early mornings were for climbing onto his favourite rock that overlooked the territory and watching the sunrise.

There was no time for sleep during his schedule, but then again, sleep wasn't really Skypaw's thing. He almost had a fear for it.

His padding paws came to a rest by the appropriately-named Blossom Pond. Fragrances hung over the peaceful body of water, and around the edges florets sprung from the vividly green grass. He smiled, and even dared to pad forward, close to the water, for a drink.

To his great surprise, his Cambridge blue eyes were caught by a flash of sandy fur. His ears shot upright, his fur bristled, and he resisted a great urge to scramble backwards.

This, this you stupid cat, is why you don't come near water! his mind spat unkindly at himself. Confused, not knowing what to do, he looked left and right briskly, hoping for someone to come. Obviously, no one was.

He had one choice.

And he took a deep breath, curled his tail close to the side of his tiny, pale-grey body, and dove into the water with one, graceful leap - quickly feeling the water latch onto his fur and pull him under. While below the surface, he threw himself towards the bundle of fur, with a sickening realisation that judging by the size of it, it must be a kit. He fought chaotically upwards to break the surface and gasp for breath, before being thrown back into the water. He was so, so close to the kit now - and reached out a paw, stretching it as far as he can to scoop up the kit.

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 i am a flower quickly fading 

Just before slipping into an unconscious state, the small kit felt a paw reach around her and pull her up to the surface of the lake, saving her from the depths in which she was drowning. As her body lay on the ground, her lings wheezed as she barely made it through each shallow breath. Then, finally, she coughed, and water ran from her mouth and nose, before she blinked her blue-green eyes open. A blurred outline of a grey cat met her eye, and she seemed lost, as if she couldn't focus on her saviour. Finally, she closed her eyes once more and lay her head on the soft grass, too tired to care much yet.

128 | Skypaw | so late, my apologies

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(( terribly sorry but i have completely lost muse for adderkit and might be deleting her very soon ))