[iliri]

Springpaw
long-furred, oriental-shaped, gray-and-orange calico molly with blue eyes; torn right ear
purrks: herbal knowledge - tier 2 | the collector | mind reader | skip the steps[all perm. active; sts for battle training]

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Screaming. Caterwauling. There seemingly was no end to the madness that was unfolding itself in the clan. There wasn’t any time wasting the chaos that Springpaw easily overheard from the back of the den, practically barreling herself out into the clearing to properly witness they had decided to unfold itself into messy fits of rage. Without warning, and even before she had decided to follow Drizzlecloud, Springpaw rushed her way towards the herb storage and snagged a wad of cobwebs and marigold. Judging from the sheer drama that was following itself suit out in the clearing. She thought that she could trust Mapleface, but the true colors only decided to show herself from the monstrosities that she did by trying to murder Violetfreckle in cold blood. Stars, her mind was a mess, and Bumblestar’s screaming for the young healer didn’t help her in the slightest, only making her paws tremble and shake as she desperately shuffled her way out of the den with herbs dangling in her jaws.

Cats were freaking out. The stench of blood was overwhelming her nose, and everyone’s loud rambling was nothing but a sheer wasteland of white noise in her ears. It was a mess, and both her mentor and Violetfreckle needed her right now. Unease crawled in the pits of her stomach like parasites, making it nearly impossible for the molly to make her way over without feeling anything unremorseful come attack her at full speed. Stars, what the hell did Mapleface do? Why did she try to murder Violetfreckle? Why was she doing this? Questions were ransacking her mind, and Springpaw didn’t know how to control it, but she had to focus. Because the scene right in front of her was nothing but a bloodbath of hell. Approaching Violetfreckle’s bleeding body reminding her of the dream she had so long ago when the foxes was invading ThunderClan territory. Stars, why didn’t those arseholes give her a sign that something like this would happen?

Gulping down her frustrations and anger towards her ancestors, she instinctively moved up next to Bumblestar and Drizzlecloud and instinctively handed her over the cobwebs. Springpaw wasn’t sure if this would be enough to fully cover the critically bleeding wound, but she hoped to the stars above that it would be enough to cover it. “H… H-Here! Cover it… with this!… I’ll get… more at… the ready… brought extra… just in case… ” She tried to overcome her voice over the already-loud crowd of the worried felines, giving a glance towards them as she focused her frightened blue orbs with Drizzlecloud’s green. What the hell did they get themselves into?

@dino. @Omari @vellichor [ @/whoever else involved!]