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Re: RiverClan Territory
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Originally Posted by poppy.
Birdpaw
Birdpaw was normally a polite, calm cat. But when her uncle was bleeding out and someone's loyalty to the Clan came second during a time of need, that was where she got frustrated. Not giving Sootpelt another glance, she turned on her heel to gently brush her tail tip on Cherry's side. "It's alright, I can carry him back to camp myself. It'll be less... problematic."
Picking up her uncle and heaving him onto her back, hopefully nuzzling him comfortingly as she stood again, small frame shaking slightly with the added weight but luckily her age countered that and she was able to stand and walk with him. "You'll be right behind me?" She mumbled to Cherry, before beginning the trek back to camp going as fast as her paws could carry her.
One of the three kits clambered out of the tub with curious eyes. the kit had pure brown fur and light green eyes. They saw Birdpaw and even padded over in an attempt to offer to help.
Cherry stared dumfoundedly at Sootpelt, her mouth agape in stunned silence,
"I dont care if its your father, your sister, your kit, they should not be freely roaming our territory! RiverClan territory! And why are you pouncing on a dead fox?! GO. HELP. BIRDPAW, PLEASE." She nearly wailed with exasperation. Her pelt was burning with anger and confusion. As she turned, hearing her name weakly called, Cherry watched as Sleekfur stumbled then toppled to the ground. Stars, she couldn't fade out now. An apprentice and a bird-brain warrior wouldnt be able to get all of them to camp. Cursing silently under her breath, Cherry pushed through the lingering anxiety and fear - forcing herself to stand strong.
"I've got you," She meowed through a shaky breath, nosing Sleekfur's limp body sloppily onto her back. Stars, he was heavy. Push though it.... push through. Her vision fizzled slightly as she stomped with effort after Birdpaw. Golden eyes rested on the apprentice,
"Straight to the medicine den Birdpaw, and hopefully that fish brain will come help you."
[ Two foxes are dead and the last one was chased off - the encounter is all over. Sleek, can you make a healing request as well, please?
Sootpelt sighed. She heard a small meow sound from a small tub of sorts that had been nearly emptied by a human. . "I think something else is here. You guys go, I'll handle this." Sootpelt quietly followed the sound of the meowing and nudged the box over, revealing a trio of injured and terrified kits. "Oh my stars.." She whispered before looking around. Three tiny outsider kits in need of help... She had to do something. She helped the kits into the tub before pushing the tub with all her might before realizing her order to go back to camp was ignored. Grumbling, she sat beside the box.
Quote:
Originally Posted by poppy.
Birdpaw
Birdpaw was normally a polite, calm cat. But when her uncle was bleeding out and someone's loyalty to the Clan came second during a time of need, that was where she got frustrated. Not giving Sootpelt another glance, she turned on her heel to gently brush her tail tip on Cherry's side. "It's alright, I can carry him back to camp myself. It'll be less... problematic."
Picking up her uncle and heaving him onto her back, hopefully nuzzling him comfortingly as she stood again, small frame shaking slightly with the added weight but luckily her age countered that and she was able to stand and walk with him. "You'll be right behind me?" She mumbled to Cherry, before beginning the trek back to camp going as fast as her paws could carry her.
One of the three kits clambered out of the tub with curious eyes. the kit had pure brown fur and light green eyes. They saw Birdpaw and even padded over in an attempt to offer to help.
(Sorry for short post)
*Bluefang closed his eyes, letting everything happen*
| Lightningpaw |
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It had all happened so fast. Another cat dead, and with the battle so far away. Yet Lightningpaw couldn't say she felt... sorry for this death. The relief outweighed that. The assuredness that Leechscar had saved her mentor's life. Because from where she had been standing, this molly had been trying to kill the medicine cat.
What had even happened? Was this RiverClanner even aware that the battle had been raging in the other direction? Had she found Cowtuft and decided to kill a healer on the spot? What was it with warriors lately wanting to find an easy kill? Didn't the warrior code state that they were only supposed to kill as a last resort to begin with?
A scowl openly marring her youthful features, the lithe calico approached her mentor, ensuring that underneath the pile of mud he carried with him he was alright to make the journey back. "I took care of the emergencies that couldn't wait, but Leechscar's not wrong. We should head back. There's plenty of injuries to deal with. We can talk later, yeah?" the apprentice mewed in a chipper voice, attempting to keep the gravity of the situation away from her mind.
Because what was one more dead body to contend with? One more downed feline before her. The important thing was to get the medicine cat back to camp. Back to safety. And to heal their wounded. She could wait to process the rest another day.
(ok so I was told by @/els to let you all know(just the injured cats I assume) to make a healing request.)
( @poppy. will make the first post, then me, than Cherryswirl, then Sleekfur, then Sootpelt and the three kits, and then @/els and Tansypaw will repsond)
Sleekfur had not fully blacked out, he was just barely conscious, which only made his life more miserable. The agony was everywhere, jolting throughout his body. His could still hear his heart pounding, adrenaline still all over him. He could feel his throbbing wound in his paw, screaming at him. And everything around him felt so loud-Cherry's orders, the mewling kits, Birdpaw's soft words. He could hear it all screaming at him, his stomach felt empty, as all its remains he had spewered out. Before, of course, he had been put on top of Cherryswirl. His eyes opened and closed, he moaned softly. He did not have the energy to put his thoughts- a swirling mess- into words. He blacked out again.
A couple minutes later he came to once more, but as before barely conscious. The pain came at him again, more vicious this time. He felt like his paw was actively being ripped to shreds and he groaned through gritted teeth. He tried to speak again, to say he was fine, he'd walk back, but he couldn't. He couldn't even manage a whisper. How pathetic. Such a strong, fine, well muscled warrior, completely unaware, blinking in and out of consciousness. He felt bile rise up again, but as he had nothing, it was just his stomach acids, which he choked on, coughing and sputtering. He wheezed quietly, trying to suck in air. His self-preservation kicked in, not that he was much aware of it. He coughed fox fur out. There was some still left in his mouth. And the sour taste of blood, he could feel it on his jaws. Weakly he tried to move his tongue to lick it off, to get rid of it, but he couldn't even manage that. He blacked out again, praying to Starclan that Cherryswirl would be alright.
[I will be getting on that medicine den healing request!]
Much to his delight, he saw and abundance of
herbs he knew and other things he didn't, there even was a lot of cobwebs too! The jackpot he found was a small little grove in the territory that apparently was heaven for Falconfeather as he dashed to pick up things he knew and tried carrying as much as he could before turning towards camp, eyes sparkling with his trove of treasures as he made a mental note to come back later.
Right now, he had herbs to sort through, and things to do.
Re: RiverClan Territory
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