Snowkit noticed that there were some Sadcats, she needed to cheer them up! We can't have any Sadcats now can we, because cats needed to be Happycats! "Is evewyone okay?" She howled, feeling sad. She did a couple of "YOOO" sounds before sitting down, looking at Fawny. "Fawny! Fawny! Is Fawny dead? That means we can't be heawed!" She didn't want her very fwend(Fawny didn't know it yet, but she was going to be Snowkits new very fwend)She also noticed a Graycat, a Gingercat, and some other Bigcats. But they were all Sadcats. "Why are we being Sadcats? What h-h" She froze, unable to speak. Why did it have to be this way, she started crying and howling at the same time. "Why does Fawny have to be dying.."
@marina(Snow doesn't know who Storm is as this takes place before the rp) @birdie @vellichor @Estelle @/everyone else
It was Snowkit that pulled Gingerfrost out of his momentary thoughtfulness. The kits' bodies were taken care off, he noticed, but now there was a young kitten screaming... He couldn't even bother to properly make out what she was saying. Too much of a bother for the tired tom. Other than that she was just being loud. Briefly quirking an ear in the kit's direction, he picked out the words 'Fawny' and 'Dying'. His gaze moved to the young medicine cat. Dying? He kept a fair distance still as he took a closer look at what the young cat's injuries exactly were. "Fawny isn't dying." (Hopefully).
He finally meowed to the kit in an audible mutter. "She's just hurt. You can go fetch some moss to help out."
Obviously he didn't know anything about medicine cat stuff, they might have to ask their ShadowClan newcomer if she was willing, but moss was a usual thing. Right? He recalled Palehound using it to do... Something, when helping him treat his wounds. To clean, probably. Soak up blood or so. Stop the bleeding maybe? Well, either way, it would give the kit something to do and hopefully keep her from screaming in their ears any longer, and get her away from the blood. Which, thinking of, Pikestar might want to be informed about what happened.
It was Snowkit that pulled Gingerfrost out of his momentary thoughtfulness. The kits' bodies were taken care off, he noticed, but now there was a young kitten screaming... He couldn't even bother to properly make out what she was saying. Too much of a bother for the tired tom. Other than that she was just being loud. Briefly quirking an ear in the kit's direction, he picked out the words 'Fawny' and 'Dying'. His gaze moved to the young medicine cat. Dying? He kept a fair distance still as he took a closer look at what the young cat's injuries exactly were. "Fawny isn't dying." (Hopefully).
He finally meowed to the kit in an audible mutter. "She's just hurt. You can go fetch some moss to help out."
Obviously he didn't know anything about medicine cat stuff, they might have to ask their ShadowClan newcomer if she was willing, but moss was a usual thing. Right? He recalled Palehound using it to do... Something, when helping him treat his wounds. To clean, probably. Soak up blood or so. Stop the bleeding maybe? Well, either way, it would give the kit something to do and hopefully keep her from screaming in their ears any longer, and get her away from the blood. Which, thinking of, Pikestar might want to be informed about what happened.
Snowkit noticed that Gingercat was upset, why did cats have to be so upset these days. Snowkit didn't know, it was just sad. She just wanted every cat to be happy, even though she really should help with moss, comforting Gingercat was more important. "Gingercat, your my new very fwend" She spoke, she needed to comfort her new very fwend instead, comforting Sadcats was a good thing. Because then we had Happycats! The clan needed Happycats in order to survive, or else it would... die.. Snowkit frowned, howling "BLOOO" Before comforting Gingercat with a hug "You need a hug my very fwend" She spoke to Gingercat, her new very fwend. She then padded back to where she was, "Fawny will newer come back.." She spoke, "Fawny will newer, newer, ewer come back"
Logical thought was shredded as it passed through the woodchipper of Flickerpaw’s mind, ideas bitten into smaller faster fleeting sensations as the little black cat operated on homicidal autopilot. Slash with claws. Snap with teeth. A dip to the left, ducking under a wildly swiping paw—and then a roll, Flicker hitting the dirt and flipping back to her feet. A long continuous hiss steamed out of her clenched fangs. She saw only their target—the hateful rogue—outlined by a halo of blood-red as the apprentice’s racing pulse hammered in their skull. Nobody else had to get harmed if Flickerpaw absorbed the damage. Nobody else had to die if the tiny thundercloud offered her flesh instead. She attacked the rogue with single-minded intensity, blind to anything but their shared enemy—
So when the outsider ran, Flickerpaw ran after her.
No recognition slowed the onyx demon’s ground-devouring strides. If they’d been in their right mind, if this wretched cat had approached the border on peaceful terms, she might have seen Cloverpaw’s face in the stranger that she pursued. Instead, Flickerpaw saw only a criminal in need of the worst punishment that her talons could bestow.
She hurt Fawnpaw. Their vulnerable medicine cat, who required an army to defend her because she could not bring herself to hurt anybody—not even in self-defense.
She yelled at Stormpaw. The girl who’d died and come back, and who did not deserve to ever face the violence that ended her first life again.
Clanmates dead. Scarlet burned brighter in Flickerpaw’s peripheral vision, blurring the world until her awareness existed as a pinpoint with Darkness at its loathsome center. If anybody bothered to call her name, she would not hear them past the furious buzzing in her ears. With Fawnpaw taken care of (cradled by loved ones, secure) there was absolutely nothing holding the ebony missile back. Flicker would not be missed if anything happened to her; she was not the heart of the clan—they were a tool, useful but replaceable. And what was more useful than ensuring that this rogue thought twice before disrupting their territory ever again? What would be more honorable, more worthwhile of Flickerpaw’s inconsequential life, than to do absolutely everything in their power to neutralize the threat?
With mute anger, Flicker bolted like a bullet out of camp—determined to protect her clan no matter the cost.
Fawnpaw
With the roller coaster ride of the morning slowing down, Fawnpaw finally was able to take a deeper breath. Being wrapped up in her dad's embrace allowed her racing heart a nest to land in and her tears to finally start drying. Her sides began to slow with each breath she took, and eventually the shaking stopped altogether. She was safe. She was alright. RiverClan was okay (no thanks to her). Beansprout, her dad, was here and nothing could get her while he stood next to her.
His comforting words felt like the sweetest honey, wrapping her up in the security of knowing that everything was going to be alright. She believed him, too. Truly. Words failed her once again so she just clung to her dad as tight as she could manage, fearing that the second she let him go, StarClan would take him too to finish out the punishment.
Sound began to come back to her little by little, the buzzing around the clearing becoming apparent. Her Clanmates were weaving around her, and a few voices she caught. Silverpaw was calling her name, and Stormpaw - she had called the medicine cat her sister. Blue eyes popped open and for the first time Fawnpaw winced as the magnitude of pain from the wound on her back hit her. It wasn't too deep, but Fawnpaw had never really been injured before - and it felt like red, hot fire.
Drawing in one last take of her dads scent to ground her, the brown-furred she-cat created a little space to turn and bring her blue gaze to those gathered around her. Would they be disappointed in her? She was suppose to help protect the Clan and she hadn't. "I-I'm okay," she reassured the two she-cats in a voice that did its best to be clean of any shakiness. As if to help this, she offered a smile as she slowly stood to her paws. She realized she couldn't feel them at first, overtaken by some sort of numbness as her gaze moved towards the blood stains that Foamcoast, Gingerfrost, and Featherflame were working to clean.
"It's okay, Stor- sister." A light seemed to infiltrate her gaze as Fawnpaw smiled softly towards the she-cat who felt more like family in the last few days than her own biological siblings had to her (she had never even really know them beyond names). Reaching forward, her nose twitched as she looked them both over, anxiety from her own wound lost in the concern for them. "Are you two alright? Did they... did they get you?" She couldn't spot any wounds, but Fawnpaw wanted to be extra sure.
Dying? Oh, stars. Guilt flashed through her like lightning as she realized what sight she must be for her Clan. Taking a paw she wiped it across her face to rid herself of the tears and turned her head to look at her wound. An involuntary hiss came from her at the shock of seeing her own blood, and another fresh wave of pain fell over her. There would be time for that later. She had to be strong right now.
Turning back around Fawnpaw offered what little smile she could to the kit, doing her best to keep the black fuzzies around her vision at bay. "I'm not dying, I promise Snowkit." Lifting her gaze to Gingerfrost, she dipped her head. "That's alright, Mr. G..Gingerfrost. I think I..." Oh. Uh. What started as black fuzzies suddenly slammed into the side of her head and Fawnpaw had to side step in order to avoid falling completely over. Hmm. Right. Out of the corner of their eye, they also noticed a familiar black pelt bolting out of camp, and if she'd had the energy she would've used every last bit of it to call for Flickerpaw to stop, or for some cat to go after her.
There was also young Crowkit, and stars she wished that someone would perhaps round them back up to go inside the nursery. They didn't need to see her like this (she needed to be strong). She tossed a small smile towards the colossal black kit as if to reassure her incase she was scared.
The dust had now settled, and lifting her head Fawnpaw recognized that neither Pikestar nor Slatewhisker were here. Good. Her older brother and his deputy had handled enough death; the least she could do was help clean up this mess (her fault) before it burdened one of them. "W-We should work on cleaning the camp..." came the medicine cat's voice, lifted as high as she could manage (which was not much). "And the k-kits... They should be buried in the thicket. They are only kits, and they deserved so much better." (than getting caught up in her StarClan-given punishment). Slowly Fawnpaw could feel her energy failing her so she hoped that would be enough for now.
The brown-furred she-cat sucked in a huge breath and turned so that she could see the medicine den. "If someone could... go grab me a marigold flower from my storage. And... some cobwebs." Yep, it was time to sit down. Was this how every cats first injury felt?? She stepped closer to her dad, using his side to lean on so that she wouldn't topple over as she glanced around.
ClayTwinkle | Non-binary Warrior | They/Them | A Muddy,Sandy Colored Cat With Deep Green Eyes
ClayTwinkle carefully padded into the clearing as to not distort or destroy the muddy cat thing in their paw. Their face lit up at the sight Fawnpaw being okay. The sandy warriors were still slight puffy from the crying,they had been doing quite the screaming earlier so their voice cord were now strained. It reflected in their slightly different sounding voice. “Fawnpaw! I did As I said! I have a slightly smaller version of you,If it even looks like you. It’s more like a pile of mud than anything but Im hoping you’re fine with that.” ClayTwinkle made their way up to the Shecat,a pain of guilt stinging them as they stared at her injury. They took a deep breath and softly handed the gift over. “It has eyes and a nose! Like You,I hope you like it,I promised to make you it!”
They gave the Shecat a pained smile,A few heartbeats went by and ClayTwinkle was just waiting for something,some sign that she was her normal happy go-lucky self again ‘Come on Fawnpaw! I want to see you happy again,Not this Always traumatized child.’ They spoke to her in their head as they flicked their tail as they sat down infront of her.
The young warrior was more worried about her mental health than anything. “If You need someone to talk too or just listen,I’m always open,Day or Night;Okay Fawnpaw?”
As Snowkit continued to hang on to Gingerfrost, she noticed that Fawny.. Fawny.. FAWNY!! FAWNY WAS NEVER DEAD!! Snowkit flung over to Fawny and hugged her. "SISER! SISER! MY VERY FWEND! SISER!" She yowled joyously, Sister was never dead at all! It was so amazing! YAY! YAY! "I CAN'T BEWIEVE IT! SISER!! YOU'RE AWIVE!!" She howled. "BLOOO!! SISER!! SISER'S HERE!!" She howled. She purred in incredible joy, she had no siblings. But Fawnpaw was her big sister. And she was Snwokit's very first sibling. "Ewewyone! SISER'S HERE!" She gripped onto Fawny, hoping to always protect her, no matter what. "Thanks Gingercat too! You are my new very fwend!" She howled once more before letting go of Sister and starting to op all around.
woah woah, where was this talk of dying coming from?? first, he turned his head to face stormpaw, and offered a comforting nod. "she'll be okay, i promise. it--" aaand then, he was interrupted. voices kept on piercing his ear, and he found himself flattening it. "listen-- listen! fawnpaw is okay. she is NOT dying. for star's sake." he murmured that last part to himself before turning his full attention to his kid yet again.
"you all heard her. claytwinkle ( @Evermore), you go get the herbs, please. gingerfrost ( @Estelle) and plumfade ( @Atticus).... can you guys help featherflame ( @Poprock) take care of the poor kits, please? everyone else... please, help out where you can. make sure all the other kits are accounted for. oh, and snowkit ( @.Stardust.), can you help out with that? i'm trusting you to make sure all the kits are in the nursery. i'm counting on you!" he breathed out, turning towards another clanmate. "stormpaw ( @marina), do you want to help me and fawnpaw take care of cleanup?"
with that, he turned his attention toward fawnpaw once more, pressing his nose gently into her shoulder. 'it's okay,' he wanted to say. 'i'm always right here when you need me.'
Snowkit responded with a howl and ran to the Nursery entrance, as Beany told her to. She counted the cats who were present, it looked like pretty much every Smallcat was here! YAY! "Ewewyone's here!" She howled. She ran back over to Beancat, howling: "Ewewyone's in the Smallcat den, By the way Beancat, your my new very fwend!" She spoke to Beanmeow.
MudTwinkle | Non-binary Warrior | They/Them | A Muddy,Sandy Colored Cat With Deep Green Eyes
The sandy colored cat returned, carefully holding the flower of Marigold and The Stick the held the Cobwebs in their mouth. Beansprout had everyright to be worried, it was his daughter after all, MudTwinkle was understanding yet slightly surprised at the warrior sudden orders. They placed the herbs down carefully infront of the Younger shecat, A wave of relief washed over them as They placed the herbs down.
'She's gonna be fine, Get it together Mud! Come on! ' The warrior settled in a spot close to the group but not to close to anyone as to give them their own personal space. MudTwinkle slowly lashed their tail as their stared off into space. Reflecting over the events earlier today. "How did A Rogue even know where camp was located" they whispered aloud to themself, pondering the question was useless now. FoamCoast had given them the warning and they left. MudTwinkle wasn't so sure their sibling would do the same again though. They were slightly questioning how and why Flickerpaw ran after the invader but MudTwinkle wouldn't question it after what had happened.
{} @vellichor & @birdie & @Orion (For Viewing Of Clay's opinion on Why Flickerpaw Ran After) {}
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The silver she-cat let out a breathe she didn't know she was holding in. It was okay. She couldn't do much so she tried to help Claytwinkle and Fawnpaw. She licked her chest fur a few times, nervous, before she looked up.
"What can I do to help, Fawnpaw, and you, sir?" She turned to Beansprout as she said that. She could do whatever they wanted her to, whether it was fetch herbs, prey, whatever. She'd do it. It's all okay, Silverpaw. Everything's okay. The small voice in the back of her head sounded faintly like her mother's, but also her own. It was comforting. She shooed Snowkit into the nursery.
"This is nothing for kits to see." Her voice was a soft murmur, as she gently nudge the little kit away. No young child deserved to see this before their apprenticeship.
Re: RiverClan Clearing
