RUSSETKIT
tiny, fluffy she-cat with red fur and yellow eyes. she/her
Oh, goodness, why couldn't anyonne just let her sleep? Russetkit looked on from where she was laying in front of the nursery, an unimpressed expression in her eyes. Almost every day it seemed some other cat came in yelling! However, this situation seemed different. The loud warrior was carrying another warrior that was covered in red stuff. What was happening? Russetkit frowned, though she didn't get up. She didn't see why they couldn't just... put the red stuff back inside the warrior if she was leaking so much.
She just wanted to have one day of peace to sleep!!
GENTLEDOE
messy-furred brown she-cat with heterchromia. she/her
Gentledoe had been grooming her pelt when she heard the yowls. Looking up, her eyes widened in horror at the sight of blood. She quickly rose to her paws, nose scrunching at the scent filling her nostrils. Oh, dear. How awful. Tail flicking, the she-cat padded towards the growing crowd, looking around to find any kits. No young should have to witness such a gruesome sight.
Spotting Hawthornkit, Gentledoe stepped toward the young kit and came to crouch beside them, her tail curling around as if it were trying to block them from moving forward. "Dearest little kit, you must stay back and allow the warriors space to care for the situation. This is no sweet thing for a kitten to see, after all. Please, stay with me, yes? Everyone else will handle this just fine, I am sure," she explained, speaking calmly as to not frighten the kit.
The scent of blood reached him only heartbeats before Frostbite's yell. Blackfir rose from his nest, noticing immediately that Petalflight was already on her paws, the orange and black fur along her spine was standing up as her eyes focused on the entrance to the warrior's den out into the clearing. Blackfir moved up beside her, letting the fur of his flank brush against hers, hoping to give her the comfort to her that her contact gave him. After a brief faltering he moved forward, leading the way out into the clearing where his amber eyes drew immediately to the bloody she-cat at Frostbite's paws. His heart dropped and he moved quickly to the gathering group of cats, staying along the fringes to keep space between himself and the cats in need of Sundust. He turned away from the scene, brushing past Petalflight, and ran the few paces to Sundust's den. "Sundust! Are you in here?" He couldn't stand just standing in the clearing and waiting and the brief moments were feeling like moons.
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Hawthornkit peeked from where they sat, confused at what the fuss was about. Their eyes locked on Frostbite, and soon onto the crimson-dyed heep which they could vaguely make out to be another cat. "Huh? Why are they a weird color?" The reality of the situation hadn't quite hit them yet as they stared on with a look of confusion in their eyes. They did however notice other clanmates start to gather in the clearing, with their own panicked voices.
They watched as Bumblebreak pushed through the gathering cats and raised their voice over the others, the sound startling Hawthornkit. Although now a bit hesitant, he began moving closer to his clanmates to see what the fuss was about and what had happened to the crimsoned cat.
Oh god. Oh god. Not again. Not another cat dead.
Roosterflame had scented the blood the moment Frostbite had dragged Houndspirit into the clearing, and he felt sick looking at the mauled feline, so he didn’t.
Last time a bloody, mauled cat had been dragged into camp, Roosterflame had freaked out, but now he was only sickened. Seeing all this death… it was making him numb to it. That… wasn’t good. He looked around for something to distract himself.
Bingo. A small child approached. Not on his watch. He moved to block him.
He nodded at Gentledoe, hoping to let her know that he’d help with this little guy. “Hey, kiddo,” Roosterflame purred, blocking the kit’s way so he wouldn’t have to see Houndspirit anymore, “You shouldn’t be out here, why don’t you come with me back to the nursery and we’ll find something to do, okay?”
Roosterflame smiled gently at the kit, despite that fact that he was not in a smiling mood.
Houndkit peeked out of the nursery, his baby eyes wide. He didn’t know what was going on, and he didn’t know anything that was happening here. He was only a baby. So, with a baby sniff, he turned and toddled back to Bristletail.
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The way Frostbite had so abruptly grabbed her scruff made the bleeding Siamese groan in pain and slight annoyance. Gosh, she wasn't dead yet. Her kits deserved the worry, not her. She was fine. At this point, dying was just an old friend. She had just hoped her third chance at life would last longer. A soft oomph came from the warrior as he dropped her, and started yelling for Sundust and Thrushfur. Why the hell was he yelling for Thrushfur? Where was Cindersky? Her forehead creased in confusion, but she didn't say anything. She had to save her breath. To tell them about her babies. To urge them to go save them. Compared to the horrible, innocence-stealing ordeals she knew those cats planned for her kids, her injuries seemed like a papercut.
God, this was embarrassing. Her misty blue eyes darted around as she lay on her side, smelling the metallic scent of her blood on the ground. And soon, to both her relief and dismay, Bumblebreak ran over, pressing his paws to her stomach to try and stop the bleeding. Smart move, but she feared that it was in vain. "are you getting deja vu or is it just me?" She breathed weakly, too worried about her kits to chuckle but not dead enough yet that she couldn't crack a small joke, referencing her first death so many moons ago. "I don't know about you but this is getting old. Me dying and everything." How was she so apathetic about this? Maybe she was growing numb to her own dying and near-death experiences. The only thing she cared about right now was her kids.
And I think they hurt her.
If her situation wasn't so desperate, Houndspirit would have laughed. "You think? I actually feel fine." her voice shook slightly and, her sass was probably incredibly pathetic right now. Hopefully her savior wouldn't get offended, and would realize that was just her pathetic attempt at a joke. Frostbite was quick to explain the situation, but seeing as she knew if better, she also decided to try and give her brother all the information he would need to try and help her kits. Because she knew she was screwed. "I went to look for Rainhound... a-and then Twolegs got me. I escaped a few moons ago b-but when I tried to come back, there were three big cats and they basically forced me to stay with them." Her voice broke slightly.
"Five kits. I... they killed three of the small ones, because they were 'weak'." She recalled how loud she had screamed when they snatched the three away. Two toms and a molly. Gone with such ease. "Beekit, Dogkit and Whitekit. They were so little. The words came out with a strangled sound, and she closed her eyes briefly, She had given them Clan names. She had promised that they would be safe as soon as she could take them to their real home. She'd tell them stories about their uncle, about their grandmother. About how fun ThunderClan would be.
She wheezed softly, and her eyelids fluttered. God, dying was so stupid. Somehow this pain was worse than both of her other experiences combined, because now she knew she was leaving those kids to the horrible treatment of those monsters."They train cats. Kind of like warriors only.... only not. Like they train them to kill. It's horrible." She mumbled, the memory of the screaming that would happen at night, falling asleep wrapped around the kittens so tight so they wouldn't have to hear the dying cat's howls. "I tried to get away and bring them here... t-they were going to take them from me. I tried to get away. But they were too fast." The memory of the kit's screaming for her as they were whisked away made her want to tear the world apart. She would tear the sky into shreds for those little kids, and they were just ripped away. And Houndspirit could do nothing.
She locked eyes with Bumblebreak, then down to her belly as she saw her brother's paws getting all gross. She placed a single paw on his paw, and very pathetically tried to shove it off. "You're going to freeze your paws washing them off later." She muttered strictly, before a sudden wave of nausea and blackness washed over her, and she was struck silent, trying to gather herself. She had to describe her kits. How were they supposed to find them if they didn't know what to look for? Her words failed her, and she was just stuck trying to find her voice again. Before it was too late.
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Longsky let out a yowl of dismay. "What happened!?" he asked, running to check on Cherryrain swiftly.
The senior warrior, Owlclaw, padded forward. 'Let the tom breath! We need Sundust now!" he growled.
Cherryrain, having just exited the nrusery, looked around feeling disoriented. Wha- Oh. Longsky. "D-Do you know what's going on?" she asked in a daze.
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Longsky padded to Cherryrain, licking her ear. "They came back and he's just...bleeding out." he meowed softly. His eyes shining with worry.
Oh. O-Oh no. Cherryrain felt a sickening feeling rising in her stomach. She tried not to make direct eye contact with the wound, which was steadily gushing out blood. Red. Red, red, red. Cherryrain took a step back, assesing the situation.
The young tortie looked between his two clanmates, tilting his head to the side. Both of them spoke in much calmer tones than the rest, which allowed his prickling fur to settle, although his curiosity remained. "Excuse me, but what is going on? Why is everyone acting so weird?" Their large, wide eyes gazed up at the two, shining with the innocence of youth, which, one day, would certainly die out. After allowing him to think more about the situation, a question came to mind. "How come the others get to see what is happening and not me?"
Oh. O-Oh no. Cherryrain felt a sickening feeling rising in her stomach. She tried not to make direct eye contact with the wound, which was steadily gushing out blood. Red. Red, red, red. Cherryrain took a step back, assesing the situation.
Longsky looked at Cherryrain, using his long, brown pelt to cover the wound from her view. "Hey, hey look at me. It's a lot of blood so you might want to go back inside ok?" he said softly
By the border... a group of cats? Great skies. She opened her mouth to say something else but the sound of Houndspirit's voice jerked her back immediately. Her breath caught in her throat. Déjà vu. "Something like that," she forced out, eyes flickering down to the seeping wounds. They wouldn't stop bleeding, why wouldn't they stop bleeding?
The story that came next shoved a jagged stone into her heart and twisted it. A tidal wave of anger crashed over her and her lips twitched in the beginnings of a snarl. How dare they? What gave them the right, the gall, to lay their claws on her baby sister? She'd find them, she'd tear them apart at the seams, she'd-
Kits?
"I'm an aunt?" she rasped. And cats had taken those kits away from her sister for some twisted reason she could not even begin to comprehend. She'd kill them for it. She would. Then she'd bring the remaining children back to ThunderClan and they would be fine with Houndspirit. They'd never have to remember what happened.
Bumblebreak's eyes, angry and hollow and welling with tears, darted down to Houndspirit's paw as her sister tried to push her away. She gently tugged her paws back and moved them to another injury, silently begging the bleeding to stop. If she could will all the pain away she would. If the price was taking it on herself, she'd do it without hesitation. "Don't care," she bit back. Dammit, don't cry, don't cry. "If you die on me again I swear to the moon that I will drag you back down here and dunk your ass in the river, too. Don't talk, you're going to be fine."
Where was Sundust? Or Cinderpaw? "Someone get over here and help her!!" she barked over her shoulder, voice splintering.
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