[Starfall]

 

Originally Posted by Rowan

• she/her • 12 moons • thunderclan/apprentice •
primal instinct

She heard the sound of heavy paws enter the clearing from her den, then the thump. She poked her head from the den, gaze widening with worry in the slightest as she saw papa. But he was alive…he was managing on his own. But- goodness so much blood. She didn’t care about the otter. She just wanted papa, that meant not caring for the rules or basic respect or whatever this would be seen shameful in. She rushed forwards, even in more of a frenzy seeing her father slump down. “P-PAPA!? W-wait- dont-” she didn’t car to avoid the blood from the steps before her, too worried for SpiderThroats life then keeping herself clean for once, because yes, she believed he was dying. So here she was on the large stone, crouching down and nudging him. “Pa- SpiderThroat?!” she whined, a tear slipping from her gaze.

└> . . . @Starfall

 

Originally Posted by Silverfur & Co

dawnpaw padded over to check on spiderthroat and share some wiht him. she was worried about him being tired

 

Originally Posted by Zero

Cicadapaw
| He/him | ThunderClan Apprentice (38/100) | @Starfall #BugFamily |

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Cicadapaw stood at the edge of the clearing, amber eyes wide as they tracked Spiderthroat’s every limping step. His heart pounded in his chest, a hint of fear, but mostly pulsing with awe. The body of the dead otter, scarred and bloody, was dragged behind him like some gruesome trophy. And Spiderthroat - he looked like he’d crawled straight out of the nightmare himself, blood-painted and waterlogged. He almost didn’t recognize his father. Almost.

Cicadapaw swallowed hard, ears twitching as he watched his battered deputy scale the Stormcrest after dropping the otter's body.

"Feast."

That was all that was said. All that was needed to be said, he guessed. Cicadapaw felt his spine straighten, his claws flexing against the ground. This was victory. They had done it. They'd gotten rid of the otters.

He looked from the otters to the other battered warriors in the returning patrol, and then back up at Spiderthroat’s slumped form, his gaze more worried than relieved. He couldn't tell where his father was hurt, what blood was his or the otter's, which wounds were from the first fight and which were new.

The young tom gave an aggravated lash of his tail. "You’re going to Treetiger. Or Sparrowpelt. Right now. Even if I have to drag you like you dragged that otter." There would be no celebrating for Cicadapaw until Spiderthroat was good, until he was cleaned up and his wounds fully tended to.

The apprentice climbed to Spiderthroat's side, ready to make good on that threat if his father refused. Cicadapaw had been patient; now he was just plain tired.

Spiderthroat
He/Him || ThunderClan Deputy
Beefed Up Tier III || Just a Scratch || Hulk SMASH

The calico yawned as he heard the gentle commotion. Warriors still had to come, they were slowly trickling in. Didn't matter, as long as these blasted things got eaten, consumed. Bones could be used to keep the dens sturdier. Something something wet season and den collapsing. He didn't know, brain felt like it was waterlogged truth be told.

But than, he heard one of his brats. Looking up to see some rather concerned faces. One especially teary eyed. "Ain't dead or dyin. Just tired." he explained. Surely the sensible explination would stop his kit from crying. "I'm all good. Takes a lot more than an otter to kill me." a hint of humor. That'll make this whole situation less serious.

Than, the Apprentice he had to give a last test to, including one of his own brats. He had to get right on that...after a nap.

"Yer assessment will be done here tomorrow. Make sure you're ready, I ain't a easy goin tester." he warned Dawnpaw.

Than came Cicadapaw. The man in charge. Perfect he had a few questions for management. "Your sisters doin good? Includin Fleapaw , Beetlepaw n Cricketpaw?" he asked. Realizing he had more Girls than boys. All of them could run circles around him though. He figured this was an excellent question to dodge the tom's demands.