RiverClan Clearing

[_Nacht_Mango-_-]

[ @Sol ]
Pearlnight let out a whimper as she lay on the floor. Trying to protect herself and her unborn kits had caused her side to get sliced and her to be laying on the floor. A small growing puddle of blood where her stomach was.

Seeing Lillycreek the grey and black she-cat blinked. Letting out a loud wail of pain, hoping to bring some attention to herself. Whimpering again as her kits squirmed. No. No way she could be having contractions and a nasty wound! No way!

[puppeteer]

silversnow

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Almost as soon as Silversnow had gently lowered her fathers still body into the nursery was she enveloped in a hug by her mother. She winced in pain as Lilycreeks hug tightened on her wound. Then came the scolding. She took the baps accordingly, just nodding as her ma spoke. Before long, another hug and sniffling. Her... Ma was crying because of her. "I'm sorry, Ma. I didn't mean to scare you. But I'm all good, probably!" Unsticking her bloody self from the queen, she grinned. "Ma, you know I'm gonna do it again. I've already died before, I'm basically invincible." She nudged her mom, humor lacing her voice and mirth lighting her eyes up. Silversnow has to try and lighten the situation. She had to put on a brave face, for her mom, her brother, her dad. At Fawnlights words, Silversnow let out a little 'eep' and scrambled out of the nursery.

She was still close to the entrance, behind the nursery this time, just in case Pops woke up. She felt so tired, the weight of the fights finally hitting her. Oh, damn. She was bruised, battered and, bloody. With a sigh, she fell on her face, exhaustion demanding to take over. "Ow.." She mumbled. Wormbites voice drifted into her ears, yelling for cobwebs. Cobwebs. Beansprout. She struggled to her paws, but got up despite it all. Okay, she could do this.

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With a labored huffing, Silversnow had a swath of cobwebs covering her paw, limping rapidly towards the blind Shield. Oh, damn. Beansprout was down, hard. But Beastflame had beaten her to them. That was alright, she'd worry about Wormbite. "Bro.. Okay, okay. Cobwebs. Gottem. Time to bandage, Wormbite. If you fight me, you're get smacked." She mumbled threateningly before starting on Wormbites shoulder wound and his three wounded legs; hopefully, if the Lead Shield didn't attempt to stop her. She would make good on her threat if he did.

[Red Dawn]

Their dog ran away, and Nightspark jumped on the ground, unhooking from the flank of the dog, he landed heavily on the ground, he had the small sensation of his skull vibrate, which didn't helped his headache, the ringing finally stopped in his ears, but he felt faint, he spat blood, while continuing to bleed from his side, black spots appeared at the edge of his vision, he responded, a barely articulated stammering, "Yeah...yeah..." he suddenly felt himself fall, he slowly sinked in unconsciousness, too many lost blood, not enough to kill him... his vision tainted in black, his just heard a small 'thump' and felt the ground, before his mind retreated into the dark part of his head, slowly waiting for the body to recover...


[ @WinterMara , to much lost blood, he bleeded half of the fight... but he is alive!]

[ELL10T]

Originally Posted by nykyrian

➴|Larkpaw|➶

He/They | WC: 175

Three words, and he immediately understood every one of them. The boy lunged forward, spinning on his hind legs. His front paws slashed the animal across its face, and it was the most disgusting thing he had ever done (and he had literally moved a corpse moments before). But through some magical perseverance, he repeated the action. The animal cried, and it almost made the apprentice feel bad for it. Then suddenly the dog's muscles contracted, and he had a realization.

"Kestrelpaw move!" He cried, hoping she could get out from it's belly as it turned, and with one last nip at his attacker's ran off. He watched it flee with relief streaming over his every muscle. With a sigh, he trotted over to Kestrelpaw's side. "Are you alright? You're not hurt are you?" Genuine worry was clear in his tone, a rare obvious show of care for his sister.

[ @~'Atlas-The-Lemon'~ @sol. ]

#123

Originally Posted by sol.

KESTRELPAW

She saw the shadow of her brother move from her position underneath the mutt. That was good. He'd gotten her implication. Her paws had worn deep grooves into the dog's underbelly, and she periodically shifted her position to avoid into nipped or bit.

Move. She saw the flank of the dog ripple, and instinctually rolled out from underneath the vile animal as it ran, trailing blood behind it. Her paws were shaky as she stood, adrenaline and fear rushing through her as Larkpaw came up to her.

Oh Larkpaw. Overcome with the sudden urge to take a nap and not wake up for several days, she grappled her brother in a hug tightly, with the rest of her strength. She sniffed, burying her face into his fur, trying her best not to cry. "Uh-huh. M'okay. You okay? You didn't hurt anything?"


[ @nykyrian ]

LilyLeaf nodded at her neice and nephew. "Thank you for helping me, Kes and Lark! Are you ok? Do you need StonePaw?" She asked. She didn't voice this but she was glad they weren't dead as LilyCreek wouldv'e probably killed her.
{OPEN}
Blue lye there curled up and whimpering. Her leg burned with pain as she stood up. They winced at the pain but perservered. She looked around, the stench of blood making her dizzy.

[_Nacht_Mango-_-]

Originally Posted by Shade.

@vellichor
@BEAR.
@Abyssopelagic
@MangoLovesCheese

Darktwist, dashed around, taking cover behind a den. After a quick count to three and seeing the dog, half dead, turn its head in a direction away from him, he went fir another ambush, this time latching onto its side. After clawing and biting, he quickly dropped to the ground to avoid its snapping jaws.

(Is this dog defeated now?)

Whisperwave snarled at the dog. Still attempting to protect his injured daughter as he wrapped his tail with hers. Turning to Darktwist he snarled. "You! Help Pearlnight away! She's been slashed in her stomach and shes expecting kits. She needs to get away." he glared at his daughter and jumped away.

[xSagefeatherx]

(How many dogs are left?)

[nykyrian]

➴|Larkpaw|➶

He/They | WC: 148

He cried.

He cried as he was grappled by his sister. He held her tightly, and wondered how he could ever let her go. He had had a lot of bad days in his life but this certainly topped it. Was his life always going to be this bad? It didn't seem like it would improve anytime soon at least, and that thought terrified him. "Just my pride." He joked with tears rolling down his cheeks. Lilyleaf spoke next. "Thank you for helping me, Kes and Lark! Are you ok? Do you need StonePaw?"

They shook their head, letting go of Kestrelpaw and stepping away. "No I think we're good, you should probably see him though." They answered, signaling to the blood running down her face. He wiped at his own face with a bloody paw. Stars he was tired. He just wanted this to be all over.

[ @sol. @~'Atlas-The-Lemon'~ ]

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[Estelle]

It all happened so fast. One moment he was clawing and tearing at the vile beast, the next he stood at Bluebellpaw's side, a concerned knit on his brow. He carefully inched closer, offering his shoulder which she seemed to have taken without hesitation. She must be hurting, bad. The tabby tom couldn't understand why he was feeling so strange all of a sudden. As if something were eating him from the inside out, and another thing that twisted his stomach around. Was it because he got crushed by the dog's fat head? Or the adrenaline leaving his veins? What even was that anger, that anger he hadn't felt so clearly in moons? So many questions, that all vanished the moment the apprentice uttered a few words. Gingerfrost leaned down his head to listen.

Her eyes were glassy, he felt a pang in his chest. She was crying. What should he do? What did Flyfur used to do? Racking his mind for possibilities, he only allowed her to take a few steps out of harms way, manoeuvring himself so she'd be hidden from any remaining predator's sight. His turned turned back to hers, uncertain yet worried. Scary? He looked scary? The thought never occurred to him, that he could look scary. But the dog must've frightened her so. He didn't know what to say, what to think. What could he do about this? Nothing at all, truthfully, but he wanted her to stop crying somehow.

That's when her next words followed, and another strange pang hit his chest. He raised his head in reaction, words falling silent in his throat. He couldn't say 'I'm sorry' or 'I'm fine' to quell her worries. He was sorry, sorry that be scared her. And he was fine, better than some others, at least. But the words died in his throat, unable to leave the worn tom. Instead he just looked at her silently, pondering her words, so filled with emotion. She called him 'uncle'.

"..I won't leave. I promise."

Was all he could muster, a firm nod following his words after a moment's hesitation. Still, his eyes held truth, the truth of the little promise he now made - one he intended on keeping, even if the tabby wasn't one to believe in promises.

But the moment got interrupted by a terrible wail. His eyes flashed as they turned to the clearing center, Pikestar laying limb on the ground. A pool of blood. Dread fell over him like pouring water, and a lump formed in his throat. Was he.. Could he..

Dead?

Gingerfrost knew as well as anyone that the leader was meant to come back, still, he hadn't expected to feel this... Sick. In the stomach at the thought of it. Pikestar's death, that is, not his return. This would be a terrible moment to discover nine lives were nothing but a myth, and leaders were just awfully resilient. Let him hope the lord of waters will promptly return.

Movement pulled him from his daze as they began moving the lord to the nursery, and Gingerfrost swallowed the lump in his throat that had formed. A serious expression overcame him, and his dark green eyes returned to Bluebellpaw with a light nod to the nursery, indicating that that's where he'd be taking her - at least she'll be safe there. Carefully, and offering all the support he could, Gingerfrost would slowly guide the apprentice into the den of kittens, where he'd hope to gently lower her into a free nest.

This was one big mess, but with Pikestar out he had to take action. Most of the dogs had gone, and became less of a concern. His eyes flit around, eyeing those in the den with careful contemplation.

Someone needed to guard the entrance, the tabby concluded, needing to know if the beasts returned. Scrutinizing all the blood around him, though, he kept returning to Bluebellpaw's side. He himself didn't know how to wrap wounds, all he could tell her was:
"Keep it clean. Someone will help you."
Before he cast another look around, and another look out the den, in case anyone needed help and to keep watch. Subtly he noted the unusual presence of Whisperwave - he hadn't noticed the former clanner return during the fight. Of course these things all had to pile up. He'd have to see what the feline is doing back later. Right now, the injured within the nursery was more of a concern.

"Can someone help her?"


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[wolfie]

== > @vellichor @effervescent. @ophelia
Wormbite let out a sigh of relief as Beastflame appeared with cobwebs. He would reach a paw out, blindly searching until he was able to grab onto them. ",, Thank you, " He whispered in a hoarse voice, and perhaps he would've asked the tom to stay a little bit longer but, he was gone as fast as he came.

The Dark Lord shifted back to Beansprout, paws beginning to search for wounds. A frown flickering across his lips as he felt the bite mark against the tom's neck. Wormbite would wrap cobwebs around it, eyes closed as he focused on his own movements. He was no medicine cat, that was clear, but he had enough experience from treating himself for minor wounds that he could make do. It would hold off until Stonepaw appeared - wherever that kid was.

He turned to Silversnow who had approached him, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. He had gotten cobwebs already and - oh. The Shield jerked back at the slightest touch, a reflex. Panic flickered over his cloudy eyes, but he quickly faltered back into the deadpan expression he always seemed to carry. The idea of someone touching him was making his stomach curl with disgust but, Wormbite looked to Beansprout.

He knew the grey warrior must be more injured than he could tell. "..Fine. Tell me where Beansprout's wounds are and help me get him to the medicine den. I will cooperate after, " Wormbite reasoned, unfurling his tail around himself.

[poppy]

briarkit is still unconscious, just chilling coolly.