[iliri]

• Springpaw •
long-furred, oriental-shaped, gray-and-orange calico molly with blue eyes; torn right ear
Purrks: Herbal Knowledge - Tier 1 | The Collector [active] | Mind Reader [active]
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The seething anger that easily slipped through the headstrong leader’s tone was more than enough to simply make Springpaw’s hackles raise out of uncertainty and fear-filled adrenaline when she focused her lapis hues back up towards the direction of the angered molly, silently eying Bumblestar’s posture as she watched her lips tugging back into a threatening snarl and revealing a set of sharp canids that were strong enough to break through any set of soft flesh with ease. At least Springpaw was able to get her information about herb patrols being more frequent and about her event to slip before Bumblestar decided to continue the meeting. She was half expecting the tabby to continue on the drastic matters about the upcoming war between ShadowClan and ThunderClan, only to be suddenly tossed into a rather deep rabbit hole from the change of topics of RiverClan. RiverClan has been doing what? A wave of bewilderment and anger coursed through Springpaw’s body, the calico’s claws incessantly slipping and digging restlessly through the coarse dirt beneath her paws—both out of her implementing anxiety and frustration from RiverClan’s irreversible decisions. Why would those fish-eaters try to take some of ThunderClan’s territory when they clearly had plenty of their own? She didn’t have much of a negative thought about them all—except for maybe the fact that they were being led by a sly tom-cat who seemed to think that he was better than all of the clan’s combined. Now, with this important piece of information about RiverClan snagging into her mind; she could easily feel her blood beginning to boil.

Why in the actual hell would RiverClan try to pull a ridiculous stunt like crossing the border and leaving random prey scraps among ThunderClan’s side of the border? Were they trying to ask for an engagement in battle from making a reckless decision such as this? The tri-colored calico’s hackles raised out of dignity as her own lips pursued themselves into a cold, hard frown against the sudden news. RiverClan was seemingly trying to make it well-known that they were trying to cause some serious issues around the borders, and that was something that needed to be looked at as soon as possible. The next set of words that escaped her leader’s mouth was more than enough to cause a sense of on-going dread to overcome through the calico as her ears pinned back against her head. ‘I wanna prove ‘‘em wrong. Tonight.’ This was definitely implicating the fact that Bumblestar was wanting to lead her clan into another battle that they weren’t yet to be prepared for and Springpaw could already begin to feel herself eating at her own words that she had expelled earlier from Bumblestar’s announcement. Yes. She was still going to have a large, clan-wide event of cats coming along with her to gather important herbs and other valuable items for the herb storage, but didn’t she just state that they weren’t in any shape or form for any potential skirmishes like this to happen among them and drain main herbal necessities in the herb storage? Words were almost quick to climb up her throat as she felt like she wanted to say something, but she forced herself to keep quiet to keep herself from saying anything that she might potentially regret.

If RiverClan was trying to show ThunderClan that they were trying to cause trouble and steal their prey, then they needed to face the consequences and pay the price for what they’ve done. They weren't going to push ThunderClan around anymore like they were just small, fragile baby mice that didn’t know a lick of anything about how to survive in the dangerous depths of the wilderness beyond them. Springpaw felt her creasing anxieties swarm away from her system and slowly replaced it with a blaze of unbridled rage and fury for both clans that were trying to take over ThunderClan and act like it was theirs. Sure, she was the current medicine cat apprentice of her clan, but it still didn’t feel right that other cats were simply trying to take over anything that belonged in her clan as theirs. It was utterly ridiculous and completely wrong to do; especially with how everything currently was with ShadowClan at the given moment. The calico watched as Bumblestar easily leaped off the Stormcrest without any issues, her expression essentially lacing with fury and unbridled rage from RiverClan’s irrational actions around the border. Unfortunately, it wasn’t like she could exactly participate in the battle by fighting alongside her clan due to the lack of battle training that she had, but she could bring a bundle of herbs that she had learned from both Coldamber and Bumblestar—which she silently thanked both mollies for that—so she could easily help aid for any cats that get potentially swarmed by a RiverClan patrol. It would at least do them some good.

Oriental-shaped ears angled towards the angered molly when she began to speak again, Springpaw’s body further heating up from the induced anger that she could easily feel seething through her system like a rapid wildfire. Alongside a tinge of fright and shock that blazed itself through her system and caused a rummage of butterflies to expand throughout her stomach like the bubonic plague. RiverClan actually kidnapped her clan-mates? Why would they do that? Are they insane? A flurry of questions rushed throughout the calico herself, almost slipping from her tongue as she felt her legs growing numb beneath her shoulders from how deep her claws were sunk into the soil. They felt like they were aching worse than the scorching heat of the sun itself, but she chose to ignore it in the best way possible. Her past personal opinions on the river-loving clan were quick to diverse as she tried to comprehend the vile and truthful words that Bumblestar expelled from her maw, feeling her brain slowly overworking itself from the induced amount of overthinking that she had been experimenting. Why was both RiverClan and ShadowClan simply proving to be a clan that was filled with nothing but fox-hearts that want nothing but pure wealth and power? The only that ThunderClan had the least amount of tense rivalry with was WindClan, and that was absolutely worrisome. Plus, the calico herself wasn’t sure if she and Drizzlecloud should go over there anytime soon due to what had happened in the gathering before that, but she’ll keep it in the midst of her thoughts whenever they do decide to head over towards the border to get taken to WindClan camp for some potential training.

Her leader’s next set of words brought in a pang of disappointment to the young feline, making her lips curl downwards into a curt frown. It was rather disappointing to see that Wolfmist’s patrol failed to find any places to claim as potential territory for ThunderClan to expand since the sinkholes took away a good portion of the old territory. Springpaw wasn’t certain to think about the idea of trying to steal a chunk of RiverClan’s land, which was a literal call-out for causing another war with another clan, but she could also see the reasoning with why Bumblestar would want to go try to take a chunk of territory from them due to the lack of territory that ThunderClan proclaimed. Nonetheless, even with the risking factors for war, it was eye-for-an-eye. RiverClan would be paying the price for trying to surpass the border between both of their clans and trudging their own stench all over their side of the border and leaving an ungodly mess. It wasn’t like they weren’t expecting it, after all. The calico silently watched as Bumblestar ordered for any cats with battle training to come with her to claim some of RiverClan territory; her eyes following after the tabby after she stalked over towards the dimming entrance. The sun had already almost sunk completely over the horizon, the sky a hazy pinkish-golden and a suppressed shiver from the chilled breeze rushed through the calico’s long fur. Definitely not a good sign to be going out while it was darkening out, but it wasn’t like they had a choice. Bumblestar was ordering cats to either come with her or not, and that was something that Springpaw couldn’t control.

Lapis hues danced across the clearing as they landed in the familiar pelt of her mentor, quick to catch the rays of discomfort and unease written along Drizzlecloud’s face. It seemed that she was feeling the same way about this unforgivable news and Springpaw couldn’t necessarily blame her. The clan was already in enough of a dire condition as it is; they didn’t need any more battles being added onto their ‘to-do’ list. The vast thought of the pelts of her clan-mates stricken with crimson made Springpaw’s fur raise and almost made the tip of her instinctively twitch against her creeping anxiety. What if they deal with another situation that was almost like how Gentledoe lost her eye and got half of her face torn off. The whole ordeal with that was undeniably awful. It would just be total barren if they both had to deal with something like that too. Noticing the way that the ticked tabby’s tail lashed and the way she abruptly stood up, Springpaw felt her sore muscles scream at her more to let loose of her claws from her tightening grip against the ground, begrudgingly trying to ignore the passive feeling as she kept an eye on what her mentor was trying to do. Was she just as irritated by the whole ordeal as she was? Most likely, judging from her mentor storming off to the den to grab a few things before making her leave. Knowing likely, the medicine apprentice followed soon after, head low as she intended to grab a few things before making her leave as well. This was going to be a long, long night.

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@Omari [totally optional to respond to this! i will be making a post in the thc med cat den when i get home from school anyways! #air ]