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Snapjaw ♠ She / Her ♠ Riverclan warrior ♠ 27+ moons
She'd been watching him carefully, his first catch was pretty good. He'd missed the second one though. The medium-sized trout had just slipped past his claws. Ah, Trout. Of course. These damn fish haunted her life. One had injured a clanmate a short while ago on a patrol Snap had been leading.
Wait- Focus. Her hazel gaze shot to the river as the shadow of the trout approached her and was finally close enough to snag. She lashed a paw out into the water.
[ Rolled a 17 ]
It was a success! Thank Starclan- She'd have been mortified if she'd missed in front of her clanmate. She dragged it onto land, killing it swiftly and cleanly. She was about to bury it when a movement caught her attention, another shadow creeping down the river toward her. She watched it, taking another swing at the water once she could reach what seemed to be a perch.
[ Rolled an 8 ]
She missed it, her eyes narrowed to dark slits as fought the urge to let out a guttural screech. Embarrassment prickled through her pelt as she stared into the water, not saying a word, waiting for the next shadow to show up.
Sunstrike watched his clanmate and he thought she was a good hunter "good try" he mewed to snapjaw hoping she would be proud of her self for trying
The rise and fall of the warrior's chest did little to quell the rage that burned within the leader. Shooting a sharp, disapproving glare towards Rowanmane, she let out a snarl. "You. Check around the area 'n make sure there's no predators. If you run into one, perhaps then you'll see why I'm pissed you left Troutstream out here vulnerable. Go." Each word was spat angrily as her tail lashed, claws digging into the ground. Troutstream's condition was bad, but thankfully he wasn't dead.
"Can you treat 'im here, or do we need to bring him back to your den?" Stormstar asked Berryshine as her blue gaze shifted towards the injured warrior, then to her medicine cat. She knew a bit about herbs and healing from the time spent in the den, but nowhere near enough to make that sort of call. The scent on his pelt suggested an outsider, who was hopefully gone by now otherwise the leader would be looking to shred them.
the young tom was far away from his clanmates then expected, his gaze was fixed on the waters. His eyes moving back and forth looking for prey, his eyes suddenly caught a fish that lingered right in front of him. Raising his paw, Troutstream was getting ready to attack the fish.
in the shadow's behind him a cat lingered, watching him with his dark eyes. Ratheart had been watching him for sometime, he chose this cat....because he made a mistake of moving farther away from his clanmates. He wanted the clan to pay for what they did, not just Thunderclan for exiling him but for all the clans. Ratheart made sure the tom was attention was fixed on the waters before he sprang forward. Pinning the tom down in a split second.
Troutstream let out a howl of pain as something pinned him down and dug his claws into his body. Troutstream hissed as he struggled to move, what he did do was manage to flip himself over and come face to face with the thing...a cat...who was attack him. Troutstream looked into the eyes of this cat for a split second and then suddenly the world went dark.
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Troutstream was lying in a pool of blood that was coming from his throat, one of his eyes was missing and his other severely damaged, one of his ears were also gone. There were more open wounds on Troustream's body.
Ratheart stood over the tom's body staring at the damages he done to this cat. His gaze was blazing with furry. "Riverclan fish dug."He hissed. Ratheart's ears flickered as he heard something in the distance or coming close to them. He took one last look at Troustream before disappearing into the forest.
The rise and fall of the warrior's chest did little to quell the rage that burned within the leader. Shooting a sharp, disapproving glare towards Rowanmane, she let out a snarl. "You. Check around the area 'n make sure there's no predators. If you run into one, perhaps then you'll see why I'm pissed you left Troutstream out here vulnerable. Go." Each word was spat angrily as her tail lashed, claws digging into the ground. Troutstream's condition was bad, but thankfully he wasn't dead.
"Can you treat 'im here, or do we need to bring him back to your den?" Stormstar asked Berryshine as her blue gaze shifted towards the injured warrior, then to her medicine cat. She knew a bit about herbs and healing from the time spent in the den, but nowhere near enough to make that sort of call. The scent on his pelt suggested an outsider, who was hopefully gone by now otherwise the leader would be looking to shred them.
Berryshine raced behind her leader, coming to a halt when the metallic stench of blood permeated the air. Leafy-green eyes widened like two mini moons the moment she saw Troutstream. Stars above... his throat was practically ripped out, and his eyes... she felt a stab of nausea in her stomach but shook it off, dropping the herbs so she could speak, the bitter tang of leaves on her tongue.
"O-Oh, stars... moving him back would take too long, and might hurt him more. H-He shouldn't have been left alone, but... Rowanmane was at least right to not try and drag him back," the small she-cat gasped, immediately running her paws over Troutsream's wounds. It seemed that Rowanmane had stuffed them with moss; good. She gave the Lionheart a quick nod of approval. He'd staunched some bleeding, at least, though the warrior was still in terrible shape at her paws. She had to act, and fast.
Carefully, Berryshine peeled away the blood-soaked moss, snatching some marigold on her herb pile and chewing as quickly as her jaws would let her. Spitting out the poultice onto any obvious gashes, she worked swiftly, her paws trembling as she made sure the juice covered all the open wounds it could. If Troutstream got so much as a small infection, even if she stabilized him now he'd likely die from it.
As soon as the wounds were sufficiently covered, the medicine cat plastered cobwebs over the torn skin, using moss to soak up blood on the way. Her mind was practically on autopilot, a small sense of panic and urgency pricking at the back of her brain as she was acutely aware of the fact that this warrior may be dying at her paws. At least she had a chance this time, unlike Weepingpaw... the reminder of her adoptive brother sent a pang through her that she pushed aside. Can't think about that now. Have to save this cat...
Everything seemed to move in a blur as Berryshine patched up all she could from the obvious injuries, letting out a shaky sigh once she was done. Well, not quite yet. His eyes... frowning, the herbalist carefully nudged Troutstream's head, trying to better see his face. One eye was completely missing, the other very damaged. Shuddering, she began to paw over some celandine, crushing it into a juicy pulp on top of the leaf she'd used to carry her herbs here.
"H-He's missing an eye, and the other... I-I don't know if I'll be able to save it, but I'll try," the she-cat murmured, her voice trembling. Then she cleared her throat, forcing herself to be louder for the cat that was drifting in between consciousness in front of her. "Troutstream, i-if you can hear me... this might sting a little, o-okay? But it'll help your eyes... try not to move..."
Gingerly she trickled some of the celandine juice into each eye, doing her best to keep herself steady. While it wouldn't be guaranteed to save his eyesight, the herb would help prevent any further infection or damage and strengthen whatever he had left. When she was done, she plastered cobwebs over the missing eye to staunch that bleeding.
Now exhausted both physically and emotionally, the she-cat stepped back for a moment, her paws and maw stained with herb juices as she trembled. The air was chilly but she barely felt it at the moment, her skin thrumming with panicked focus and determination. It seemed she'd brought just enough herbs with her to cover the heavy damage all over his pelt, but was it enough to save him? Chest heaving a bit, she blinked down at the warrior, gently nudging him with her paw.
"T-Troutstream... are you still with us..?" She asked softly, a note of pleading in her tone, praying the warrior was still conscious.
Before he got his order, BerryShine spoke…somewhat in his defense. Hopefully it would help. He was happy she reacted so quick…hopefully TroutStream would be okay. Her nod of approval was returned by a grateful gaze. Then…
The glare…the snarl. All things to add to his anxiety. Would he get exiled for this?… Demotion wouldn’t bother him that much…probably. But exile after he worked his ass off for the clan? Damnit- RowanMane quit being a failure and worrying about yourself. You. He wasn’t name worthy according to the leader anymore either…well, he had an order to follow. He nodded and quickly went off to scout the area…searching for what would be his demise if it was there. He was sure he scented the air before he left…all he smelled was stale outsider…no predators or anything and the attacker seemed to be long gone.
RowanMane already understood the leaders anger…he would be mad at himself as well—he wasmad furious at himself. His lack of decent decision making in the short period of time made him sick. He was typically better at this…he fumbled. So what the hell was his distraction coming from? That had to be the only reason, he just couldn’t figure it out. Well…he meticulously searched the surrounding area, as well as following the outsiders scent to confirm the cat was long gone. He’d get his revenge…if he even got a hint of that cats scent in any outsider or even near their borders again, he’d hunt them down.
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It was a valid reason, the young tabby’s fluffy pelt protected her from most of the biting winds and shivering breezes, but water seeped in, like weeds growing through cracks in the rocks. Enthusiastically placing one paw before the other, the apprentice trailed after her mentor.
Rosehawk RiverClan Warrior The Collector
Agatha Kitty
Chill of Death
She / Her ; 31 Moons
Rosehawk glanced over her shoulder, satisfied to find that her apprentice was keeping pace with her. The dark-cream-and-white Bengal made her way through the territory towards the river, sitting back on her haunches whenever they reached it. ''Tell me, Cricketpaw,'' Rosehawk mewed, frosty blue hues turning to the silver tabby. ''What is the first thing you do when it comes to fishing?''
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Rosehawk RiverClan Warrior The Collector
Agatha Kitty
Chill of Death
She / Her ; 31 Moons
Rosehawk glanced over her shoulder, satisfied to find that her apprentice was keeping pace with her. The dark-cream-and-white Bengal made her way through the territory towards the river, sitting back on her haunches whenever they reached it. ''Tell me, Cricketpaw,'' Rosehawk mewed, frosty blue hues turning to the silver tabby. ''What is the first thing you do when it comes to fishing?''
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Hmm? What was important during fishing? She thought up a silly answer real quick, and had to bite her tongue from saying it. But Rosehawk appeared to actually be wanting an answer. "Um... find some fish?"
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Rosehawk RiverClan Warrior The Collector
Agatha Kitty
Chill of Death
She / Her ; 31 Moons
Rosehawk blinked in confusion at Cricketpaw's answer before shaking her head. ''No, Cricketpaw. The first thing to do when fishing is make sure that you're close to the riverbank, but far back enough to keep your shadow from falling on the water,'' The warrior explained, complete with a wave of her feathery tail. ''If your shadow falls on the water, the fish will know that you're here and they'll go to the middle of the river, where it's deeper.''
Rosehawk RiverClan Warrior The Collector
Agatha Kitty
Chill of Death
She / Her ; 31 Moons
Rosehawk blinked in confusion at Cricketpaw's answer before shaking her head. ''No, Cricketpaw. The first thing to do when fishing is make sure that you're close to the riverbank, but far back enough to keep your shadow from falling on the water,'' The warrior explained, complete with a wave of her feathery tail. ''If your shadow falls on the water, the fish will know that you're here and they'll go to the middle of the river, where it's deeper.''
She nodded, absorbing each word, "I thought fish liked to hide in shadows?" her tail swayed apprehensively and she blinked her blue hued irises towards Rosehawk. "Are we going to swim in the deep water today?" she wasn't scared, but her whiskers slightly trembled as the memory of her mother's accident and death flooded her senses.
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“Nothing is Impossible. The word itself says I’m Possible”
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Rosehawk RiverClan Warrior The Collector
Agatha Kitty
Chill of Death
She / Her ; 31 Moons
Rosehawk could see the grief flicker across Cricketpaw's expression, and she shook her head. ''Not if you don't want to,'' She mewed, giving her apprentice's ear a swift, soothing lick. ''We'll stick to land fishing for now, if you'd like to wait a few more days for your swimming lesson.''
Rosehawk RiverClan Warrior The Collector
Agatha Kitty
Chill of Death
She / Her ; 31 Moons
Rosehawk could see the grief flicker across Cricketpaw's expression, and she shook her head. ''Not if you don't want to,'' She mewed, giving her apprentice's ear a swift, soothing lick. ''We'll stick to land fishing for now, if you'd like to wait a few more days for your swimming lesson.''
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