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Bravesky perked at spiderthroats yowl, he nodded and went to corral the kits” come on mousekit” he lowly growled, his head lowering as he attempted to pick the kit up
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Foxpaw went into the apprentice den and hid
Mousekit squeaked when sea's dad picked them up by the scruff and looked up to Bravesky, slightly teary-eyed
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Slime'Tuft is JuniperClan's medcat app. and has a semi-open den policy auction day! i cant believe it!
Desert Rain Frog hopped in! Blxze. lit this sig. *Lunastar* trampled this sig doing quadrobics. ~MothDust~ drew silli kittis here. leopard. brought her cats in here to destroy the place.
She grew worried, her poor mentor and everything going on frustrated her. “When will this ever end…”, she whispered to herself looking at the sky in hopes starclan was seeing this.
The call for Bumblestar had Plumpaw rushing out of the den, traces of blood reaching his nose long before he set paw in the clearing. He came out just in time to see Mapleface, a warrior he'd seen only at meetings, taking the life of Violetfreckle, another warrior he only knew by name.
He didn't know what to make of the scene before him, but one thing he knew for certain was that the violence unfolding right now was wrong, and something that no clanmate should have to witness. Especially not his sister.
He noticed her in the clearing, looking up at the sky. Immediately he ran to her and tried to usher her away from all this bloodshed.
"C'mon sis, we don't need to see this," he said, tapping her with his tail and heading for the den. Whatever was happening right now were for Bumblestar and her Hornets to deal with. The only thing Plumpaw would concern himself with was making sure his sister was okay.
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Mallowpaw couldn't process what was happening. First, Redhawk's accusation of Mapleface's treason. Then, Mapleface's fangs sinking into Violetfreckle's throat. The sickly scent of blood. Mapleface dying to Bumblestar's claws. The leader's anguish. Chaos.
And through it all, Mallowpaw just stood there, unable to move, unable to think. Her eyes were fixed on the bodies- Violetfreckle, with blood streaming from her throat; Mapleface, her stomach gruesomely torn open. Mallowpaw was trembling.
StarClan, she thought, over and over again. StarClan, no. She hadn't really known either of the warriors, but the sight of the bodies made her stomach churn. This was wrong; all wrong. She barely heard Spiderthroat's order for apprentices to go to their den. She just stood there, shellshocked, as cats moved past her.
The call for Bumblestar had Plumpaw rushing out of the den, traces of blood reaching his nose long before he set paw in the clearing. He came out just in time to see Mapleface, a warrior he'd seen only at meetings, taking the life of Violetfreckle, another warrior he only knew by name.
He didn't know what to make of the scene before him, but one thing he knew for certain was that the violence unfolding right now was wrong, and something that no clanmate should have to witness. Especially not his sister.
He noticed her in the clearing, looking up at the sky. Immediately he ran to her and tried to usher her away from all this bloodshed.
"C'mon sis, we don't need to see this," he said, tapping her with his tail and heading for the den. Whatever was happening right now were for Bumblestar and her Hornets to deal with. The only thing Plumpaw would concern himself with was making sure his sister was okay.
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”But that’s my mentor! I can’t let Violetfreckle get hurt like that again!” she said following Plumpaw and stepping right in front of him. She knew that she will need to turn around and follow directions.
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Mossnose | 28 Moons | White and black short hair Oriental | Windclan
Shalloweyes | 12 moons | Grey and White long hair Persian | Dark Forest
Violetpaw | 7 Moons | white-ish Tan she-cat | Riverclan
``In the back of my mind, you died, and I didn’t even cry, no, not a single tear``
-He/him-Thunderclan-18 moons-Pansexual-
SparrowWing jumped into action, he might not be the strongest, wisest, or fastest warrior- but he wanted to help! He had been practicing his leader-call voice and was willing to use it.
``Alright I want to see all apprentices in their dens, all kits in their nests! Queens, round up your kits! I don't want to see a single cat that is under the role of a warrior out here, yah hear me? `` He felt real proud of himself, He did a thing! And, plus, it was NOT a screw up this time!
(I just mentioned everyone if someone wanted to react or help sparrow! <
``In the back of my mind, you died, and I didn’t even cry, no, not a single tear``
-He/him-Thunderclan-18 moons-Pansexual-
SparrowWing jumped into action, he might not be the strongest, wisest, or fastest warrior- but he wanted to help! He had been practicing his leader-call voice and was willing to use it.
``Alright I want to see all apprentices in their dens, all kits in their nests! Queens, round up your kits! I don't want to see a single cat that is under the role of a warrior out here, yah hear me? `` He felt real proud of himself, He did a thing! And, plus, it was NOT a screw up this time!
(I just mentioned everyone if someone wanted to react or help sparrow! <
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]
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?
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Everything was a blur. Numbly they had managed to stumble sideways, not realizing it was Bumblestar who had shouldered past them. Mapleface was dead quicker than Redhawk could react to - her death covering the front of her chest in crimson - and soon enough her leader was asking for her help, To rescue... to save... "...Violetfreckle..." Her voice was barely above a weak whisper. If only she hadn't loosened her grip. If only she had paid better attention. She should've killed Mapleface when she had the chance to.
Nodding numbly Redhawk did her best to press her paws - shaky as they were - against the wound to help her leader. More cats gathered around, one was speaking to her maybe? Red wasn't hearing anything as she looked up at Bumblestar, whiskers quivering. "I-I-I..." What could she say? It was her fault that Violetfreckle laid here motionless. Her inaction, her stomach churning at the thought of killing. If only she had been tougher.
Before she could say anything more to her leader she felt a sturdy flank press against her and looked up to see - "Mudhound." Something about the sight of them made Red a little more relaxed, the relief spreading like slow dripping water. They had no idea what to do. Spiderthroat was calling out orders but she couldn't make out the words. Finally their gaze landed on Violetfreckle. She wasn't dead. She wasn't "We c-cant bury her," she attempted hoarsely. "She's not d-dead."
Red refused to believe it, even though everything else was telling her she was.
Shifting her gaze (forcefully) back up to Bumblestar (she had to apologize again) she parted her jaws to say something else (she was responsible for killing violetfreckle) but noticed the way in which the leader was unsteady. Immediately without thought Redhawk leaned forward and pushed her forehead against her leaders, trying her best to steady her. "I'm sorry.. I'm sss-so sss-so sorry. Bumblesss-star." Her words were hushed and whispered, barely above being able to be heard by the pale tabby in front of her.
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