Whispering Wetlands

[Arie]

{ @implimm @Moonraven }

Ravenvine couldn't help but let out an impatient sigh as he listened to the she-cat muttering nonsense. They had to get out of here now, right in this very moment. The longer they lingered the bigger the chance it was that the twoleg might actually cause damage to one of them. Putting himself in between Deadpool and the circle she was walking, always ears peaked in case the twoleg might make another swing at them, he stopped her. This had to stop. They had to get back to the clan and inform Icestar of the twoleg in their territory and how it'd just attacked the two cats. Heaving another sigh he sniffed in some air, locating the direction of stronger cover by the sound of the wind and the strong smell of marsh and wet mud. "Deadpool. This have to stop! You have to go for cover. You have to get out," his voice was extremely urgent. They put themselves in so much danger by still being located out in the open and now the injured and shocked she-cat wasn't only putting herself at risk but both Nettle and himself were extremely vulnerable. Well they'd been vulnerable anyhow. "We need to get out of here now!" His voice was rising, he felt the panic from Deadpool begin to spread to himself. He could not allow that to happen and with another heavy and stressed out sigh took hold in the she-cat's scruff and mumbled through the fur, "Do not try to resist me." And he began dragging her towards the cover not waiting for Nettlespark to help. It was too high of a risk to linger any longer.

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After the blur of a fight with the Twoleg, it takes Nettlespark some time to clear his vision. All he knew anymore was that they weren't out of the deep end yet. He had the vague sense that Ravenvine was struggling to lead, or drag really, the other cat to safety. But all the young warrior could do was stand there ready to start spitting at the tall bipedal creature if it did anything to harm them further. This won't help anybody, he tries to tell himself. It still takes too long to pull himself free from his defensive stance.

Swinging his head towards his Clanmate, he sees the tom struggling to pull Deadpool away and lurches towards them. "Don't be too rough," he grunts at the other male as he takes up a position on the molly's opposite flank, pressing himself against her body as though to say I'm here, you'll be fine. He walks quickly with the two, although he hadn't had a clue where they were going other than the faint idea that they were to find any sort of shelter out of sight now, which they do in time. A thick swathe of gorse nearer to the border shines a brilliant ray of light down upon Nettlespark, in the sense that as his green eyes fell upon it, his only goal in life was to get the panicked she-cat into its safe grasp. It'd be a difficult squeeze, but... "Here!" the warrior barks at Ravenvine, directing the two towards it as best he could. The Twoleg wouldn't even dare follow them into the thick cover.

Instead of blatantly shoving the poor molly into the thorny bush in a blind act of escape no matter the cost, Nettlespark steps ahead of the other two just as they reach it and pushes his muzzle through the long tendrils, slipping beneath them and then standing as tall as he could, turning as best he could to nod them into the haphazard shelter. "Come, come," he meows to Deadpool specifically, his voice having fallen into a low-pitched tone. He was trying to sound welcoming, warm. If he thought of her like one of his kit siblings, he felt a rush of sympathy and his desire to make sure she'd be okay strengthened. But he needed her to understand at least that if she calmed down enough to think rationally, it'd be a great help. "Ravenvine, help me make some space here so we're not poked to death?"

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[Splashy]

Whitepaw, evidently, had in fear, found a large bramble bush and shoved himself in it to avoid the twoleg. His emerald eyes were filled with fear at the weird creature swinging the stick around. He shivered in the bush, feeling he should run over and help his mentor and Ravenvine clear out the other bramble bush for the injured cat.

[Moonraven]

The molly went stiff as a board when she felt the teeth digging into her scruff. It did not really help her calm down but in this instance, there was not much she could do about when her brain in such a heightened state of panic and fear. She could feel something solid press against her flank but couldn't register it right now. What she really needed was a moment to breathe, so as soon as the warm voice called her to the gorse bush, Deadpool carefully tugs herself out of Ravenvine's grasp and quickly ducks for cover there. She curls her broken tail around herself while crouching again, ears pinned back trying to block out the sound of the twoleg. She doesn't mind the pricks of pain that came with so hazardously forcing her way into the bush. She was a small cat who made herself smaller, she shut her eyes and took in a deep breath. Breath, panicking no help. One step at time. Deadpool thought to herself while taking in a few deep breaths. Recalling some of her father's breathing technique, she took in a few more deep breaths to calm her racing heart and push through the haze of panic.
Fear still clung to every fiber of her body through rationality slowly crept into her head and made everything sound again. Deadpool took a steady breath while unpinning her ears, she didn't bother helping with the thorns. She'd be more of a pain then help as was usual. Her pupils shrunk to a more reasonable size as she waited and listened for any sign that the twoleg was getting closer or leaving. She needed to get home as fast as she could and warn her clan about the twoleg. Her eyes danced over Ravenvine's shoulder as she spots the movement out of the corner of her eye. "Apprentice? Safe?" She muttered, seeing the young cat in a different bush. He looked as terrified as she felt, unfortunately, she wouldn't be much comfort in her state.
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[Arie]

{ @implimm @Splashy @Moonraven }

Ravenvine nudged the she-cat who now that he himself had calmed down slightly had been able to identify as a windclanner. He wondered why she was out here all alone but the thought didn't linger long. At her muttering he replied, "The apprentice is fine. You're the more worrying case." He turned his head towards where Nettlespark had sought cover along with himself and Deadpool. "What can we do? We cannot just leave her here. She either needs to go back to camp with us and we report it to Icestar and Beastspark and they then can send a patrol or someone over to Twilightstar or we just go over and return her to a patrol we find in the windclan territory. Although I am not sure she can make it far. She seems quite out of it." He pointed with his tail towards the injured windclanner. He was unsure on what to do, he rarely handled injured cats, well except for when he had to get his own eye fixed. Turning back to Deadpool he decided to ask her, "Can you make it to your own camp or do we need to escort you back to Shadowclan's camp to get those injuries looked at?"

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Nettlespark shakes his head adamantly, ignoring his apprentice for the time being. Whitepaw had run to hide when he saw his own Clanmates in danger, even for a new apprentice he was just a little disappointed. It wasn't long since the incident with that rogue who fell in on him, but the tom didn't consider that a valid excuse for his actions today. He could have run home at the very least and told their Clanmates of the situation! The brindled tabby would speak to his pupil later on, in private. Now, he needed to focus his attention more on what was actually important: Deadpool. Still keeping his back arched in an effort to keep most of the thorns away from the she-cat, he stoops his head over and gives her the gentlest of paps on the top of her head with his nose.

"We really must be getting back to report this, but it was WindClan that Twoleg was invading," he says thoughtfully to his Clanmate, sweeping his plumed tail over the stranger's back. He felt sorry for her, having gone through so much and looking so absolutely shell-shocked. "I'd feel better bringing her back to be looked at by Irispaw... But.." He trails off, then picks his head up to cast an odd look at Ravenvine. "I don't really think bringing a WindClanner home will be the best idea," he meows quietly. The she-cat would obviously still hear what was being discussed, but he still felt the need to mention it quietly. A silly act of gentleness again, perhaps. "And I don't know how well Twilightstar would receive a guest if she knew we were her neighbors, either."

Nettlespark sighs, clearly troubled. He was the leader of this attempted border patrol, but it had fallen apart fairly quickly, and making a decision like this was something he honestly didn't want to do. Finally, he looks again to Deadpool. "Alright, I need you to tell us. Do you want to come to ShadowClan camp with my patrol, where I can explain everything that happened to Icestar and Beastspark and you can rest for the night? Or would you rather get home right away? Because in that case, I'll send Ravenvine here to escort you safely." He pauses, searching for any sign of an answer in the molly's wide eyes. "If I send my Clanmate to your camp with you, I need to make sure he's in good paws, so you have to promise me that, too."

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[Moonraven]

The chimera she-cat was doing her best to get her body to stop doing this shaking thing it was doing. It was a lost cause considering the trembling was uncontrollable. The feline ducked her head so low her chin kissed the cool grass below as Ravenvine and Nettlespark discussed what they should do with her. As the adrenaline empty itself from her system, anguish replaced it, jarring her nerves in her tail, it was the worst jolting, burning sensation she had ever felt, even worse than actually being burned. Adrenaline had masked the jagged injuries for at least a little while, but now it was biting. Tears slide down her cheeks, she wasn't sad or upset, just hurt the tears like the shaking weren't under her control. Despite the pain, a smile stretched across her maw, at Nettlespark's kind form of comfort. It fell back into a frown as some decisions were tossed her way. She didn't really want to make decisions though she couldn't leave them hanging.
As much as she wanted to get home to her clan and tell them of the twoleg, going home alone terrified her. "N-N-No alone!" She exclaimed swiftly as the memory twoleg assaulted her. If that twoleg was still in the territory... before she could sink further in to her misery she glanced one tom and then the other before carefully pushing herself into an upright position. The bruising in her shoulder was bad but tolerable if she grits her teeth and breaths through her nose. There was something lodged underneath the fur and skin, she could feel it in her shoulder and thigh but she wasn't going to try digging it out right now.
Deadpool wasn't sure she could guarantee Ravenvine's safety if she had him come home with her. Unfortunately, since they had taken their much-needed territory, and with some of her more headstrong clanmates, she wasn't sure if one of them would jump Ravenvine if he brought her home like this. She really didn't want to go to Shadowclan with them, their leader scared the life out of her and their clan was pretty aggressive plus she didn't know anyone there all that well. She knew names and that was it. Between Ravenvine's safety and her comfortability, she knew she should not go with something she wasn't one hundred percent certain on. "N-N-No certain his s-s-s-safety." The tremble in her body extended to her jaw making her words come out as a stutter as she spoke to Nettlespark. She clenched her maw shut for a second before trying to speak again. "Stay with you me will." She whimpered, not ecstatic with having to go with them to ShadowClan. "Thank you help me." She adds with as much gratitude as she can muster in her condition. Deadpool felt like she was being extremely rude and ungrateful, which was extremely rare for her. She's never been in such a stressful situation before so perhaps that was why she felt so off.
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Jeez, for typically keeping his feelings from getting the better of him, Nettlespark was really riding the sympathy train for this poor she-cat. He observes her patiently, with a neutral expression over his face as she trembles and stammers through words. She had an odd way of speaking, words tumbling awkwardly off her tongue, that piqued his interest. The warrior could almost forget their cause out there beneath the gorse, just letting his mind get so wrapped around the way that Deadpool articulated her words.

But as the meaning behind what she was saying registers, the male feels a pit in his belly giving him a little nip. Apprehension begins to fester deep down in his gut as he stands there, picturing their patrol limping back into camp with a WindClanner. Not to mention... Icestar was ill. It was their deputy who was running the show, and that cast a further shadow over things. Hopefully, Beastspark would go easy on them. On him. "Okay, okay." He nods a few times so that the molly would fall silent. It might have seemed snappy, but he really just didn't want her to work herself back up or fall into a pit of obligated 'sorry's or 'thank you's. "Come, then. We're already late, and Ravenvine and I," he casts a stare over Deadpool at the tom that conveyed a message of you damn right better, "have a lot of talking to do to get ourselves out of any sort of punishment. And I'm going to make sure that Irispaw sees to you." He offers the she-cat a fleeting smile, something that sits on the surface only rather than anything that blossomed from a deeper emotion within. They needed to get home.

Without hesitation, Nettlespark gives her a nudge outward. Once she has safely exited the gorse, he then looks to his denmate to go, and takes up the rear. Shaking his pelt out, the thick-furred warrior frowns, noting a few stubborn twigs and thorns from the bush that got entangled. At least he didn't hurt too much. Who knew what he'd wake up feeling the next morning though... Throwing a colder look over his shoulder, he spots Whitepaw not far off. "Whitepaw!" he meows, voice raising as he addresses his newly-granted apprentice. "Hope you can get out of there by yourself, we're going home! Keep up, and don't just disappear this time." Without waiting for the young one, he presses himself to Deadpool's flank once more to guide her back to camp.

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[Splashy]

Whitepaw wiggled out of the bush, thorns scraping his flame-orange and white splotched pelt. it almost looked as if he had been attacked by the cat, but only light scratches. He raced over to Nettlespark, his eyes sorry for running off. he hadn't known what to do, and he didn't want to be under any cats paws, so he ran off to both not be injured or make the situation worse. He padded beside his mentor silently.

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[Leucos]

@Whisker @Shimm
Hearing that they were supposed to do a border patrol here again helped jog his memory. refresh scent markers refresh scent markers refresh scent markers ... he said repeatedly in his mind. With that he did as he was supposed to do, he covered most of the first part already and looked out into the territory"Nightwhisper! Creekwind??!! " he called for . He guessed he hoped that they would come at his call...already he could feel the information he gathered again was slipping away . refresh markers refresh markers... worrying oakpaw hurried on his duties .