Not more of her family. Not one of the last of her found family. "Bluefang?" She called into the forest, her trot turning to a sprint as she heard the yelps of foxes and cat. Oh no. No. Please. She couldn't lose someone else. Not someone else. Choking back bile, she sprinted forward, tunnel vision for her adoptive uncle, flinging herself to his side and trying to stop the bleeding. She didn't even notice the gore around her, trying to press her paws on Blue's neck to stop the bleeding. "Stay with me, Bluefang." She said, voice quivering slightly. She refused to lose anyone else.
As Cherryswirl had made it a few good minutes away from where herself and Sleekfur had left Bluefang, the molly had begun to slink around, nosing her way through underbrush. Certainly there would be some prey around here somewhere! Her main focus had been the river, where she could catch some delicious juicy fish. The thought made her drool slightly in anticipation. Though, as a gut-wrenching screech echoed through the nearly silent, aside from the babbling of the river, territory Cherry cast a worried glance towards Sleekfur. It seemed he heard it too, and quickly attributing the unworldly screeching to Bluefang, the ginger warrior immediately took off after him. She had been a few moments behind Sleekfur. And... Stars... Did she wish she had stayed behind and pretended like nothing happened. 'No Cherry, that's horrible, don't say that...' She would never leave a clanmate in need behind. Though, as golden eyes locked onto the absolute viscera - having caught every moment of Sleekfur's attack and ultimate killing blow - Cherry felt her stomach drop into one of the deepest pits she had ever felt in her life. Was this... some ill-omen from StarClan? A sign? A threat... her survival instincts kicking in? No cat... should have ever been able to do that. It... It wasn't possible, right? Bile rose from her throat as she stared at the blood-laden Sleekfur, his frame appearing almost sinister with the light of the forest radiating behind him. Blood dripping from his maw... from his pelt, pooled around his paws and Bluefang's limp body. She wanted to hide.
"Sle..e-" Though her immediate dread was cut short as the overwhelming scent of putrid fox blood, mixed with Bluefang's recognizable scent hit her smack in the senses. All at once, her golden eyes seemed to lock with equally horrified golden ones. Another fox. Looking skinny to the bone, smelling putrid and dirty. The creature had seemed just as disturbed by the sheer act of vicious strength, looking like it was ready to flee. Though, as the creature turned a sudden gaze away, licking its chops, Cherry followed its gaze to the now present Birdpaw. The warrior hadn't even realized the small felines presence, and it was then that she realized all she could hear was the blood pumping in her veins, ear drums pounding with each second. Without a second thought, and as soon as it looked like the fox would make a move towards Birdpaw, or to run away, Cherry propelled herself forward with a raging war-cry of a yowl. Paws beat the ground as she raced forward, soil flinging behind her as she barreled head-first straight into the scrawny creature.
The attack sent both herself and the fox tumbling a few paws-lengths into the undergrowth, just barely having enough time to recover before the snarling thing whipped back to try and bite down near her face. Cherry managed to duck out of the way, but not without the creatures teeth snagging onto one of her cheeks and ripping a small bundle of fur from her pelt. It stung initially, but her heart was beating almost out her chest and the adrenaline pumping through her veins quelled the stinging pain. Every attack, every movement felt in slow motion. The fox and her locked in a tumbling fight, rolling over top of each other, claws and teeth ripping at each other's fur and flesh. Blood trickling between both creatures, droplets sprayed wildly in each direction as the spun together. A beautiful dance of death. Cherry couldn't hear herself. She knew she was caterwauling in pain, screaming with rage. Only the blood pumping in her ears kept her grounded in this fight. Bite. Snap. Dodge. Claw. Dodge. Aim. Sharp claws dug into the pelt of the smelly creature as Cherry managed to climb upon its back. She could feel it's energy giving out slightly - if not for the life threatening fight to propel it forward. On its back, she leaned forward to scratch back paws at its face and muzzle. The fox turned on her, grabbing a painful mouthful of her paw and biting hard. Cherry retaliated, her teeth clenching down on the back of its head. This time, she heard the foxes scream of pain, but she didn't let go. Teeth willed themselves to chomp harder, bitter blood welling up along her maw, dripping onto her tongue. It was almost intoxicating. The beast released her paw with a screech, as it rolled forward to try and throw her off. Cherry hit the ground with a thud as the fox landed partially on top of her and though the air rendered itself from her lungs she kept her firm grip on its skull flesh. Her paws kicked and thrashed wildly against it's coat, ripping and tearing its skin.
ITS STOMACH. RIP IT UP.
She was unsure whether she had screamed it aloud or in her brain, but her limbs were starting to slow with fatigue as she willed herself to stay on.
Sleekfur was plodding through the marshy ground, nosing the grass for any trails of prey, when he heard screams echoing all around him. His head jerked up and his ears strained to hear more. Unfortunately, the sounds stopped. His fur stood out, and he was truly horrified. He quickly looked to Cherryswirl and Bluefang, shooting a look that said-wait. No. Bluefang wasn't here. Quickly he whipped around, scanning desperately for his friend. He was gone. "Cherryswirl, we have to help him!" he said, heart rate rising. Suddenly he caught a scent flowing through the air. It definitely belonged to Bluefang. And he tasted a darker, more sinister smell under it. He recognized it instantly. It was fox. Jaws parted, he sprinted towards the origin of the smell, half hoping Cherryswirl wouldn't follow him. She could get hurt badly, and he didn't want that.
Soon, another smell punched him in the face. It was a murky, disgusting scend that made his bile come up. Blood. He pushed on, desperate to get to Bluefang before anything bad happened to him. Eventually he arrived at the gruesome scene. He could see Bluefang's fur scattered everywhere. There had evidently been a brawl. Finally he saw a fox pinning his friend down. "Hey! How about you get a taste of this?" he yelled, sprinting forward and launching himself at the huge fox. Yes, it was the same fox as before. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the same two goons as before: 2 skinny, frail, bony foxes. Once again he hoped Cherryswirl hadn't followed him and that she wasn't currently fighting them. He moved his focus to the large fox in front of him once more. It was writhing violently underneath him, jaws snapping and claws raching for him.
He bit down on the foxes neck, extremely hard, satisfied with the cracking sound it made and the pained howl the fox shrieked out. He relished the feeling of his jaws biting down so far down that they met bone, and then, even farther, until they met each other. He then dug his claws into the fox's pelt and yanked hard with his head, successfully ripping its head off. He saw the body go limp, and he tossed the useless head aside, looking to see if Cherryswirl had followed him.
(Birdpaw is gonna come over and find them as well btw)
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Birdpaw
The scream shook the air. A familiar scream.
No.
Not more of her family. Not one of the last of her found family. "Bluefang?" She called into the forest, her trot turning to a sprint as she heard the yelps of foxes and cat. Oh no. No. Please. She couldn't lose someone else. Not someone else. Choking back bile, she sprinted forward, tunnel vision for her adoptive uncle, flinging herself to his side and trying to stop the bleeding. She didn't even notice the gore around her, trying to press her paws on Blue's neck to stop the bleeding. "Stay with me, Bluefang." She said, voice quivering slightly. She refused to lose anyone else.
As Cherryswirl had made it a few good minutes away from where herself and Sleekfur had left Bluefang, the molly had begun to slink around, nosing her way through underbrush. Certainly there would be some prey around here somewhere! Her main focus had been the river, where she could catch some delicious juicy fish. The thought made her drool slightly in anticipation. Though, as a gut-wrenching screech echoed through the nearly silent, aside from the babbling of the river, territory Cherry cast a worried glance towards Sleekfur. It seemed he heard it too, and quickly attributing the unworldly screeching to Bluefang, the ginger warrior immediately took off after him. She had been a few moments behind Sleekfur. And... Stars... Did she wish she had stayed behind and pretended like nothing happened. 'No Cherry, that's horrible, don't say that...' She would never leave a clanmate in need behind. Though, as golden eyes locked onto the absolute viscera - having caught every moment of Sleekfur's attack and ultimate killing blow - Cherry felt her stomach drop into one of the deepest pits she had ever felt in her life. Was this... some ill-omen from StarClan? A sign? A threat... her survival instincts kicking in? No cat... should have ever been able to do that. It... It wasn't possible, right? Bile rose from her throat as she stared at the blood-laden Sleekfur, his frame appearing almost sinister with the light of the forest radiating behind him. Blood dripping from his maw... from his pelt, pooled around his paws and Bluefang's limp body. She wanted to hide.
"Sle..e-" Though her immediate dread was cut short as the overwhelming scent of putrid fox blood, mixed with Bluefang's recognizable scent hit her smack in the senses. All at once, her golden eyes seemed to lock with equally horrified golden ones. Another fox. Looking skinny to the bone, smelling putrid and dirty. The creature had seemed just as disturbed by the sheer act of vicious strength, looking like it was ready to flee. Though, as the creature turned a sudden gaze away, licking its chops, Cherry followed its gaze to the now present Birdpaw. The warrior hadn't even realized the small felines presence, and it was then that she realized all she could hear was the blood pumping in her veins, ear drums pounding with each second. Without a second thought, and as soon as it looked like the fox would make a move towards Birdpaw, or to run away, Cherry propelled herself forward with a raging war-cry of a yowl. Paws beat the ground as she raced forward, soil flinging behind her as she barreled head-first straight into the scrawny creature.
The attack sent both herself and the fox tumbling a few paws-lengths into the undergrowth, just barely having enough time to recover before the snarling thing whipped back to try and bite down near her face. Cherry managed to duck out of the way, but not without the creatures teeth snagging onto one of her cheeks and ripping a small bundle of fur from her pelt. It stung initially, but her heart was beating almost out her chest and the adrenaline pumping through her veins quelled the stinging pain. Every attack, every movement felt in slow motion. The fox and her locked in a tumbling fight, rolling over top of each other, claws and teeth ripping at each other's fur and flesh. Blood trickling between both creatures, droplets sprayed wildly in each direction as the spun together. A beautiful dance of death. Cherry couldn't hear herself. She knew she was caterwauling in pain, screaming with rage. Only the blood pumping in her ears kept her grounded in this fight. Bite. Snap. Dodge. Claw. Dodge. Aim. Sharp claws dug into the pelt of the smelly creature as Cherry managed to climb upon its back. She could feel it's energy giving out slightly - if not for the life threatening fight to propel it forward. On its back, she leaned forward to scratch back paws at its face and muzzle. The fox turned on her, grabbing a painful mouthful of her paw and biting hard. Cherry retaliated, her teeth clenching down on the back of its head. This time, she heard the foxes scream of pain, but she didn't let go. Teeth willed themselves to chomp harder, bitter blood welling up along her maw, dripping onto her tongue. It was almost intoxicating. The beast released her paw with a screech, as it rolled forward to try and throw her off. Cherry hit the ground with a thud as the fox landed partially on top of her and though the air rendered itself from her lungs she kept her firm grip on its skull flesh. Her paws kicked and thrashed wildly against it's coat, ripping and tearing its skin.
ITS STOMACH. RIP IT UP.
She was unsure whether she had screamed it aloud or in her brain, but her limbs were starting to slow with fatigue as she willed herself to stay on.
~~Bluefang~~
(Tw: vomit, blood)
He could hear screaming. And fighting. Footsteps. Someone press themselves against him. His eyes refused to open.
Finally, Bluefang managed to open his multi-colored green-blue eyes, tears filling them. Bile was rising in his throat and he could do nothing to stop it, throwing up slightly. He slowly moves his head to see who was pressing their paws to his neck. Birdpaw. His adoptive niece. "B-Birdpaw..." He manged to choke out, his body shuddering in pain.
He lightly saw the fight between Cherryswirl, Sleekfur, and the fox who nearly killed him. The warrior closed his eyes again. "H-help... M-me..."
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Sootpelt ran over, her eyes wild with worry. She then saw a cold-hearted-looking tom with green eyes starting to walk over. An outsider?? She needed to help Bluefang first. She began nudging Bluefang as quickly as possible.
Sleekfur, having finished his enemy, looked back to Bluefang. He seemed fine, maybe a bit better now, thanks to Birdpaw. He saw Sootpelt arrive as well. "Birdpaw. Sootpelt. Watch Bluefang, make sure he's fine. Help him get to camp, will you?" he barked with a commanding tone. He looked over to the screeching Cherryswirl, who was in the middle of a fight. Sleekfur wanted to help, he did, but he couldn't see anything, they were whirling together too fast. A blur. He scanned the tiny clearing, looking for the third fox. He couldn't find it anywhere. Probably scared, after seeing what I did to its leader, he thought, smirking.
A feeble cry jerked his attention elsewhere. He saw Cherryswirl, barely managing to hold the fox, facing upwards. He could hear her screamed words, and he nodded. He sprinted over, raising a paw. He slammed the paw down across the fox's face, hopefully either to knock it unconscious or to shut up it. Unfortunately, it didn't do either. Instead, the fox managed to catch his paw in its teeth, biting down with supernatural strength. Sleekfur screamed in agony, trying to pull his paw out. But the fox was holding on tight, and it was biting down harder. His vision blurred and all he felt was rage. Howling loudly in a battle cry, he shoved his back legs into its stomach, gripping parts of it with his claws, then pulling it off, watching with satisfaction as pieces of flesh and fur ripped off. Soon, his vision blacked entirely, but he kept ripping, even after the grip on his now-numb paw loosened entirely. He kept shredding.
Soon, his vision cleared, and he could see the gruesome scene. The headless body of the leader fox, and the head nearby, still spurting blood. Pieces of Bluefang's fur spread out all around. And finally, the fox he had just killed. Its body parts were spread out all around the clearing. An eye here, the stomach there. A bone here, a leg there. It was horrifying, and it made him throw up.
Still coughing bile, he looked for his clanmates, looking to see if they were all right, if they had stayed.
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Sleekfur, having finished his enemy, looked back to Bluefang. He seemed fine, maybe a bit better now, thanks to Birdpaw. He saw Sootpelt arrive as well. "Birdpaw. Sootpelt. Watch Bluefang, make sure he's fine. Help him get to camp, will you?" he barked with a commanding tone. He looked over to the screeching Cherryswirl, who was in the middle of a fight. Sleekfur wanted to help, he did, but he couldn't see anything, they were whirling together too fast. A blur. He scanned the tiny clearing, looking for the third fox. He couldn't find it anywhere. Probably scared, after seeing what I did to its leader, he thought, smirking.
A feeble cry jerked his attention elsewhere. He saw Cherryswirl, barely managing to hold the fox, facing upwards. He could hear her screamed words, and he nodded. He sprinted over, raising a paw. He slammed the paw down across the fox's face, hopefully either to knock it unconscious or to shut up it. Unfortunately, it didn't do either. Instead, the fox managed to catch his paw in its teeth, biting down with supernatural strength. Sleekfur screamed in agony, trying to pull his paw out. But the fox was holding on tight, and it was biting down harder. His vision blurred and all he felt was rage. Howling loudly in a battle cry, he shoved his back legs into its stomach, gripping parts of it with his claws, then pulling it off, watching with satisfaction as pieces of flesh and fur ripped off. Soon, his vision blacked entirely, but he kept ripping, even after the grip on his now-numb paw loosened entirely. He kept shredding.
Soon, his vision cleared, and he could see the gruesome scene. The headless body of the leader fox, and the head nearby, still spurting blood. Pieces of Bluefang's fur spread out all around. And finally, the fox he had just killed. Its body parts were spread out all around the clearing. An eye here, the stomach there. A bone here, a leg there. It was horrifying, and it made him throw up.
Still coughing bile, he looked for his clanmates, looking to see if they were all right, if they had stayed.
[ANY ONE OF YOU FEEL FREE TO EITHER 1: CHASE DOWN THE REMAINING FOX AND KILL IT OR 2: HAVE IT ATTACK YOU AND YOU FIGHT IT]
A fox suddenly slammed itself into Sootpelt's side at the same time as the outsider stepped out of the shadows. Sootpelt quickly fought the fox and knocked it back before hissing at it before seeing the outsider again. "William?"
"Hello.. Sooty." William spoke in a deeper tone."What an unpleasant surprise. Last I saw of you you'd been abandoned. Joined the clans, I see? What a shame, I could've used my favorite sister's help." He then approached a bit closer. "Who is the wounded cat?"
"That's none of your concern. Leave riverclan territory now or I'll be forced to hurt you." William suddenly erupted into a loud laugh and charged at Sootpelt.
"Come at me, then, Sooty!" The two started to fight and soon William got injured enough that he retreated. "Gh... You may have won this time but I will finish this someday. And Matthew isn't safe from this either." Matthew was an unknown name to Sootpelt who quickly raised her hackles. She would ask Charredkit about it later. For now once the clan mates were safe she'd tell Gingerstar of the problem involving this outsider.
Leechscar felt the weight buckle under him, limp, no flailing, no struggling. Ah! Damn it! The tom dropped the she-cat to the ground in a still heap and frowned while licking his maw. He had bitten too hard, or perhaps he had crushed something when tackling her, whatever it was the she-cat was well on the way to StarClan now. At least she didn't suffer, but this was going to be a serious problem in the future.
Frustrated, Leechscar swung his green eyes over towards Cowtuft and Lightningpaw. As much as he wanted to yowl at the medicine cat for even being in RiverClan's territory, he bit his tongue. Being snappy with Cowtuft wasn't going to get him anywhere what's done was done. Besides, it looked like the molly had been trying to kill him anyway, or at least that's the excuse he was using for this.
"Battles over," The tom growled grumpily. "Lightningpaw can explain. You two need to get back to camp, there are cats waiting for your attention and now neither one of you are there." He swung his tail back and forth behind him aggravated. "The border shouldn't be far from here. Hurry up and get back into our territory before more trouble comes. I'll take her," He nodded to the she-cat's body, "Back to RiverClan. The last thing I want is another fight breaking out over this." He was hoping if he explained this they'd be able to avoid any future conflict. It seemed better than just leaving the she-cat to rot here reeking of WindClan. He didn't need any more stress added to Twilightstar's shoulders because of him. @xX ghostie Xx @Alchemist Kitsune
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Last ones. Heatherwhisker walked upstream for a bit before deciding he wasn't actually going to put that much effort into this. He dropped the gross fish into the river, watching it bob down over the waves. Hehe. Then, he really didn't know what to do with the last crab, so he his it under a random bush he found. Not hidden enough to deter predators, no! But enough that some cat would have to look for it. And now that he didn't have any more prey, it was time to get the heck out of here! Heatherwhisker bolted for the border!
The smell carried on, and he followed, blood bubbling with anger by the time he reached the heart of RiverClan's territory. The smell of rotting prey persisted, too, and it was clear enough what this cat was trying to pull. He'd have to go round everywhere scouting for these rotting pieces, wouldn't he? The fox hearts. Pleading high and mighty, yet stashing decayed prey all over another clan's grounds? He scoffed. The crab was found easily enough, just beneath a bush - after all, tracking rotting prey wasn't much different from tracking living prey. Still, the smell persisted and he couldn't pin point from exactly where. Well, whatever. He'd just have to wrangle it out of the culprit.
The small ragdoll let out a muffled whimper, looking up as the fight near them raged on, with the appearance of another Clanmate and.... whoever the hell that guy was. She didn't know what to do. No. Actually. yes she did. She was going to take her uncle back home and he was going to be fine. He was going to survive. There were three able bodied warriors here, one loner and one fox.
Actually again, minus the loner. Wrinkling her nose slightly at the odd situation, Birdpaw leaned down to try to gently nuzzle her uncle, her heart pounding loudly in her chest. "D-don't worry u-uncle B-blue. I'm gonna get you to camp, 'kay?" Fear had her on the less articulate side, but that was okay. Looking up, she tried to make herself hear to her three companions. "Finish off the fox, I'm going to take Bluefang to camp." She shouted over the yelps of the foxes, leaning down to try and gently nudge him onto her back. She was small, but she was warrior-aged and fairly well muscled, so she should be able to carry him as long as that damn fox didn't break away, or that loner didn't come back. Which was unlikely.
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