The riverclan molly smiles as she takes in the scents of her camp. "I'm finally back..." She nods, as she takes a bite out of a fish, she smiles as the tastes seem to enchant her tounge, a sensation running through her body (OPEN)
She felt Lilycreek pulling her back, telling her to take care of Briarkit. Briarkit. Briarkit. She couldn't stop the tears from flowing, and the hiccuping. She held the moss. She had to hold the moss.
"Don't worry kid, I'm right here. I'm back." Her voice was a rasp again, raw from screaming. She soon saw Fawnlight. Fawnie. She gave the other molly a pleading look. A 'save her, please' kind of look. "Fawnie is gonna help ya until we get ya brother in here, alright? Keep your eyes open. I'll bring you the biggest, juiciest, freshest fish I can find if you can keep your eyes open. Just keep talking to me." She didn't know what she would do if she lost Briarkit along with Reedwhisker.
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She kept applying pressure, even as Briarkit tried to push her away. "I know, baby, I know. Just be strong for a little bit more, okay? Stonepaw's coming, sweetness."
She breathed calmly, trying to steel herself. Briarkit asked her a question, which took her a little to process. Hang on? To what?
Life, she wanted to say. Please, but she gave Briar a smile. "Hang on to your strength, okay? Can you be strong for me?" She looked up as her name was called, staring. Who was it? She barely recognized the molly in front of her, trying to place name to face. That pelt... ah.
Fawnlight. She listened, nodding before turning back to Briarkit. "I'll be back, okay little Briar? Stay strong." Then, she darted out of the nursery, her surroundings blurring her vision.
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"Here," she whispered, handing Fawnlight a wad of sobwebs, separating them as best as she could before handing them to the other molly, as well as the yellow flowers. "If you need more, tell me."
The large calico sprinted into camp, her blue eyes wide in alarm. She had been on a walk, but as she had started on her way back, an atrocious scent hit her, and she could hear the yowls of her Clanmates in the distance. Now it was obvious that it was dogs that were the cause of both the scent and yowling. Pushing her way through the mass of cats, Flamebriar's eyes frantically scanned camp for her mate, daughter, and grandkits. She prayed to StarClan that they were safe.
Why Pikestar had done nothing when Tinystorm had announced that there were dogs in Sleepy Thicket was beyond her. There had been plenty of warning, and she had even volunteered to go on the patrol to chase them out, but he had done nothing. RiverClan had deteriorated since Lionstar's time. While Flamebriar hadn't been present for Kestrelstar's or Skystar's leadership, the rumors gave her a good sense of what had happened. Perhaps after this, she would talk with Sedgestorm and Marigoldleap and see if they wanted to leave. Twilightstar had a good head on her shoulders. They could go there. Dawnstar had left WindClan alone, so there was little risk for them to be discovered. They could even live as outsiders as long as they were safer than they were now.
Flamebriar growled softly when she couldn't spot her family and instead took up a post outside the elders' den. She still had a job to do protecting RiverClan for now. The calico would still keep an eye out for Marigoldleap and Sedgestorm, but for now, most of her attention was on the various brawls in camp and making sure none of the dogs broke away and headed towards the elders' den.
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The word wss spinning! this would have been fun if it wasn't for the burning pain in his scruff as the loose skin still accessible from his kithood was punctured and drowning him in his own blood; black and white fur turning to black and red as it became saturated.
For a brief moment, his body went limp as he fell unconscious from a combination of shock and the shaking. Just in time for the dog to drop him like a stuffed toy it'd suddenly had lost interest in.
Lambpaw landed harsh on the ground but his body limp and loose, it saved any limbs from breaking or dislocating from the fall. it mightve not been high but compared to a dog, lambpaw was nothing but a snack.
the dogs attention would no doubt turn to Goatsneeze next, crazed by the taste of blood in its maw.
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Relief was all Goatsneeze felt as he watched the dog finally drop his son to the earth. Lambpaw was bleeding, and unconscious, but was no longer a target. Goatsneeze released his grip on the beast, blood tainting his tongue. He fell back to all four paws, coat bushed out so that he looked twice his size as he walked slowly backwards with a furious snarl. His one goal was to get the dog away from his son.
The dog lunged. Goatsneeze allowed himself to be bowled over, even as fangs sink into his shoulder and vision-whitening pain sears through him. His hind claws rake desperately at the beast's underbelly, scoring through fur and flesh, but jaws of death don't release him. Through the pain he managed to howl, "Someone get this starsdamned thing OFF OF ME!"
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Short smoked tabby with a cream underbelly and pale yellow eyes
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So, there was lots happening and very little time to observe all the factors. The scent of blood had overwhelmed the camp in what felt like seconds, dogs charged through cats like they weighed nothing, and kittens. There was kittens screaming. It felt like ages that Goose stood there before finally deciding on what they needed to do, draw the dogs closer to the edge of camp, closer to the entrance, and hopefully with any luck take the fight outside. It would give riverclan enough time and perhaps the space they needed to eliminate the threats one by one.
The smoked tabby charged into the battle, most dogs already occupied except for the one that had just broken loose from another warriors grip. Goosecurl launched themselves letting out a furious caterwaul and aiming to land straight on the ribs of the mangy thing. Its fur was already in tatters, but obviously quite matted from neglect. Catching a grip was no problem, but getting their paw stuck within one of the nasty tangles came as a surprise.
It took no time for the dog to catch onto the scheme and it began to buck wildly, flinging it’s hind quarters around in an attempt to dislodge Goosecurl- which against their will was very much staying attached. “HELP!” using their hind legs to deter the dogs face from getting any nearer to their vital parts Goose swung for dear life all the while being flung around in crazy circles.
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[ @canineantics @teddy. ] BEASTFLAME
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The large tabby held on tight as the other three cats finished off the dog in his grip, only allowing himself to relax after Wasp finished it off completely. He dropped heavily off the dog’s corpse, shaking out his fur and gathering his thoughts. His maw twisted into a grimace as he spat out a mouthful of the canine’s fur into the dirt distastefully. Still he managed a respectful nod in Wasp’s direction, then turned to Pikestar, approaching to check on him. “Hope I’m not too late to the party,” he rumbled, offering a rare, nervous grin to the older tom. “Is your-“ he stopped mid sentence, about to ask after Pike’s injury, as a scream split the air.
“REEDWHISKER!” shouted an apprentice, and Beastflame turned in the blink of an eye. In an instant, he crossed the clearing, crouching beside the molly’s body. The apprentice was turning away, retching, but Beastflame couldn’t tear his eyes from the other warrior.
“C’mon Reed,” he growled anxiously, nosing the she-cat desperately. She couldn’t be gone. It wasn’t possible. But it was. A yowl escaped him, and he turned back to the battle angrily, tense with rage. He launched himself into battle once more, furious that the dog who had done this was already felled.
Instead, he rushed to the aid of another warrior, Goosecurl, who was being dragged around by a paw caught in the dog’s pelt. Hissing, the bulky tabby leapt at the dog’s shoulder, ripping viciously around the area where Goose’s limb was stuck, trying to get them free. It was quite possible that Beastflame was tearing away a little more than what was necessary, but he couldn’t care less. In his anger and distraction, he didn’t notice the dog’s jaws get close enough to grasp his hind leg, dragging him off. He snarled at the sharp pain in his lower leg and rolled a tail length away to recover a moment. Then, shaking out the injury, he leapt back into the brawl, going for the dog’s throat.
“Get…his…legs!” he directed the other warrior between his own attempts to get a good grip on the monsters scruff. If Goosecurl could make it loose balance, they would make quick work of the dog.
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Dogs. Raccoonear knew the day would come, and it was today. Some cats were evacuating everyone inside of the dens while others sprinted away. She had already received a few small scratches not from a dog, but by the desperate clawing of her clanmates trying to escape. As she watched everyone either file into a den or run off, she shook ho, there has to be more to be done. We don't just back down and lie on our backs like this.[/I]
You fight.
Raccoonear spun on her back paws, unaware of what was about to happen to one of them. She had seen enough to know help was needed. Two cats can't fight off one dog. Beastflame nearly freed Goosecurl before being torn away by the dog's ferocious jaws on one back leg. Horror flashed in her eyes, a flicker in her blue orbs quickly replaced with raw anger. It would only take one kick to release Goosecurl finally. Never had she seen a cat be taken hostage by the fur of any animal at all, but now she had and it was not a pretty sight. The gray molly's plan was to haul all of her weight at the dog's flank and while she did that, try to use her back legs to kick at the loose knot keeping Goosecurl, as Beastflame had already gotten it ready for a final blow. She worried about where he was at in the fight now, but she was blinded already by the rush of how fast she was running towards the dog. At the last second the jumped, her legs kicking as if she were swimming, ready to knock out the knotted fur around Goosecurl's paws. Hopefully it came out, all she knew was that she felt it hit her paws a good two times at least. That better have been enough to get it out. As for the dog, her weight caused it to sway and wobble for a moment, providing the trio a window to knock him down, like Beastflame has wanted to. She dropped down and batted at the dog's legs, living on a prayer that it would fall, but they'd need the two others to help if the dog was going to fall over.
"C'mon, we need all three of us to knock it over! Like Beastflame said, go for the legs and paws!!" She yowled loud enough for them to hear.
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The sounds outside the nursery were the only thing that Briarkit could hear. Screams, howls of grief. Snarls that reminded her of her own encounter with the canines, one who left the bite mark encircling her body. She wondered if it had gotten to her brother. If he was even hurt a little bit, then she'd have failed at her job. He better be okay.
She listened to Lilycreek's answer to her question, and she blinked. Hold onto her strength? okay. She could do that. That sounded doable. Although with every passing moment, she wasn't sure if that was as easy as she thought. But she nodded slightly, only a bit, lifting her head and lowering it again, to let her friend know that she would do it. Dizziness and tiredness washed over her, and she looked up at the molly with drooping, tear filled eyes. "Lily? I'm ready for nap time now."
Kind words above her made her look away from Lilycreek's face as a brown blur spoke. Her eyes narrowed in confusion, but soon she recognized the voice. The kit's pained face turned rosy against her paling skin at Fawnlights words, too hazy to remember that she was holding a grudge against the kind cat. "It's my job to be brave. I'm Stone's bodyguard, so I tried really hard. I hope it worked." At the suggestion of becoming an apprentice, her tear filled, agonized eyes widened slightly. if Fawnlight was talking about her becoming an apprentice, then she would be okay for sure! "A hero?" Bu-but.... she was just doing her job like everyone else! Briar couldn't help the smile blooming across her drowsy, agonized face.
A hero. Hero Briarpaw. Okay. She couldn't fall asleep now, then. because she couldn't miss Stonepaw and Dad and Antkit. And being an apprentice. Part of her knew that it probably wouldn't happen, the realistic part of her murmured in her ear that Fawnlight was just lying, but she ignored it, and soon realistic thoughts were lost in the haze of pain.
The pressure on her stomach vanished, and she looked up to Lilycreek as the warrior left the nursery, calling back to hold on and that she'd be back soon. Fawnlight's slightly quivering paws started to clean up her belly, and hot tears pooled in her eyes with the pain that came with the former healer mopping up the crimson.
Everyone was confusing her now. Lily JUST wanted her to take a nap. And now everyone was begging her to keep her eyes open. Her forehead creased at Silversnow's offer, but she popped her droopy eyes open a little wider, trembling breath catching. After a moment, though, as her head swam and throbbed, Briarkit sniffed weakly. "but I'm tired. its hard, sil." She blubbered faintly, tensing up as another ripple of pain from her back and belly, like it was going through her body, and she looked up at the blur that was Silversnow, then back to Fawnie , blinking at the queen. Why was Fawnlight bigger? What was going on?
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The lanky warrior dove forward at Goatsneeze's howl, blue eyes narrowed in hatred towards the canine. Coyotehowl rammed into the intruder, claws out. The dog hopefully dropped her Clanmate and turned to face it's attacker, and she let out a deep bellied snarl, slashing her claws down it's face. She already knew what was going to happen before it happen, but it didn't make the pain that came any less.
With a bark, the dog's jaws clamped around her throat, and she was being shaken back and forth, and her wild ocean eyes fixed on the sky, not bothering to waste her last moments defending her life because she knew it was over. Blackness swept across her vision, and when the dog dropped her, Coyotehowl was dead. A noble enough death for her high standards. Enough to hopefully give Goatsneeze enough time to find his footing.
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She had been doing her daily routine staring at the clouds from her little perch lost in her own world. Suddenly it crumbled around her as the smell of death tumbled into the camp, bringing chaos and destruction.
Falling of her perch she hit the ground with a painful thud scurrying to her feet as she was pushed into the nursery by who she didn't know and frankly she didn't care. She began to search for her family frantically. Where was Flurrykit? Dirtkit? or her mama and papa?
"Dirtykit?! Flurrykit?! Where are you?!" She called from behind the warriors blocking her route out of the nursery.
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The other sibling snapped his head around, searching for his amazing father and asking him to teach little Dirtkit how to swim. It was the only reason why the kit escaped from the nursery, though it may go against his mother and father’s wishes. “Dad?” he yowled, trying his best to dodge the stampede of cats. They can’t stop him from reaching Slatestripe! Not even those weird looking cats!
The determined kit did not sense any danger, nor recognized (not like he even could) that the weird looking cats were dogs, hunting for prey. Prey that is slow, confused. Like a kit.
Each wave of cats ran towards him, pushing him backwards. He struggled to flail his body out in an attempt to escape any of their grasp, and soon one knee rammed into Dirtkit’s side. Face first into the clearing’s earth, the kit cried for Slatestripe and Marigoldleap.The pain in his ribs forced his body into writhing position, somehow helping him avoid the larger paws of the stampede. He rolled against the dirt, no longer wishing to see his dad. He just wants the hurting throbs to stop.
“Kitekit!” he shrieked as his ears pricked to the sound of his sister’s voice. “Kitekit. Please, make it stop.” Unfamiliar water rolled down his cheeks.
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Once the necessary herbs were brought to her, Fawnlight wasted no time in chewing one of the yellow flowers up that she recognized as yellow bells. The taste was near repulsive now though and almost had her gagging, but the former medicine cat managed to turn it into a rather well mixed poultice. With Briarkit's wounds clean, it would be good to plaster on.
But as she aimed a paw covered in it to the young kits belly, her paw shook heavily and made it nearly impossible to place it where it needed to go. Fawnlight retracted it a bit, brows furrowed in concentration. "Silversnow," she called, stretching out her paw, "take this. Smooth it gently - gently - onto Briarkit's belly and shoulders. Make sure all of it is covered." Gaze shifting to Briarkit she smiled lightly. "That's right - a hero. I'm certain that the reason Stonepaw makes it out of this is because of you." Wherever the medicine cat was, Fawnlight hoped he wasn't injured. Or dead.
Looking to Lilycreek, she gestured towards the cobwebs. "Start breaking those up - two separate piles of strands. We're going to need to cover her belly, and then her shoulders. Once Silversnow is done coating her belly, and her shoulders, work together to wrap them." Her paws were shaking still, though not as much as before. Her big belly made it near impossible to move around all that much but Fawnlight did her best to lean closer to Briarkit to distract her while Silversnow and Lilycreek worked.
"Can I tell you a story, miss Briarkit?" Hopefully the young kit would indulge her, despite the savagery that raged on outside. Her blue eyes sparked and a smile was spread across her face, silent prayers to the stars that the apprentice-aged kit would turn her focus to her story instead of the world around them. "It's about a fearless she-cat, who did everything in her power to save her Clan."
[ @canineantics @teddy. ] BEASTFLAME
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The large tabby held on tight as the other three cats finished off the dog in his grip, only allowing himself to relax after Wasp finished it off completely. He dropped heavily off the dog’s corpse, shaking out his fur and gathering his thoughts. His maw twisted into a grimace as he spat out a mouthful of the canine’s fur into the dirt distastefully. Still he managed a respectful nod in Wasp’s direction, then turned to Pikestar, approaching to check on him. “Hope I’m not too late to the party,” he rumbled, offering a rare, nervous grin to the older tom. “Is your-“ he stopped mid sentence, about to ask after Pike’s injury, as a scream split the air.
“REEDWHISKER!” shouted an apprentice, and Beastflame turned in the blink of an eye. In an instant, he crossed the clearing, crouching beside the molly’s body. The apprentice was turning away, retching, but Beastflame couldn’t tear his eyes from the other warrior.
“C’mon Reed,” he growled anxiously, nosing the she-cat desperately. She couldn’t be gone. It wasn’t possible. But it was. A yowl escaped him, and he turned back to the battle angrily, tense with rage. He launched himself into battle once more, furious that the dog who had done this was already felled.
Instead, he rushed to the aid of another warrior, Goosecurl, who was being dragged around by a paw caught in the dog’s pelt. Hissing, the bulky tabby leapt at the dog’s shoulder, ripping viciously around the area where Goose’s limb was stuck, trying to get them free. It was quite possible that Beastflame was tearing away a little more than what was necessary, but he couldn’t care less. In his anger and distraction, he didn’t notice the dog’s jaws get close enough to grasp his hind leg, dragging him off. He snarled at the sharp pain in his lower leg and rolled a tail length away to recover a moment. Then, shaking out the injury, he leapt back into the brawl, going for the dog’s throat.
“Get…his…legs!” he directed the other warrior between his own attempts to get a good grip on the monsters scruff. If Goosecurl could make it loose balance, they would make quick work of the dog.
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RACCOONEAR
Dogs. Raccoonear knew the day would come, and it was today. Some cats were evacuating everyone inside of the dens while others sprinted away. She had already received a few small scratches not from a dog, but by the desperate clawing of her clanmates trying to escape. As she watched everyone either file into a den or run off, she shook ho, there has to be more to be done. We don't just back down and lie on our backs like this.[/I]
You fight.
Raccoonear spun on her back paws, unaware of what was about to happen to one of them. She had seen enough to know help was needed. Two cats can't fight off one dog. Beastflame nearly freed Goosecurl before being torn away by the dog's ferocious jaws on one back leg. Horror flashed in her eyes, a flicker in her blue orbs quickly replaced with raw anger. It would only take one kick to release Goosecurl finally. Never had she seen a cat be taken hostage by the fur of any animal at all, but now she had and it was not a pretty sight. The gray molly's plan was to haul all of her weight at the dog's flank and while she did that, try to use her back legs to kick at the loose knot keeping Goosecurl, as Beastflame had already gotten it ready for a final blow. She worried about where he was at in the fight now, but she was blinded already by the rush of how fast she was running towards the dog. At the last second the jumped, her legs kicking as if she were swimming, ready to knock out the knotted fur around Goosecurl's paws. Hopefully it came out, all she knew was that she felt it hit her paws a good two times at least. That better have been enough to get it out. As for the dog, her weight caused it to sway and wobble for a moment, providing the trio a window to knock him down, like Beastflame has wanted to. She dropped down and batted at the dog's legs, living on a prayer that it would fall, but they'd need the two others to help if the dog was going to fall over.
"C'mon, we need all three of us to knock it over! Like Beastflame said, go for the legs and paws!!" She yowled loud enough for them to hear.
Goosecurl | They/Them
Short smoked tabby with a cream underbelly and pale yellow eyes
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What was this feeling? Terror? Perhaps. Being locked onto your enemy at such close quarters wouldn’t have been much of an issue if you could break away and escape. That however… was not in the cards. With every dancing circle the canine made in desperate attempts to grab a hold of the warrior, it felt like the fur of the mangy curly beast was only wrapping tighter and tighter. Desperate now just to keep the dogs jaws off of their body Goosecurl was using all possible strength to land hits against the things face, just enough to keep it from really getting any kind of grip.
That’s when Beastflame appeared, they wouldn’t have recognized the warrior normally, but it felt like the world was quite slow. The world was sluggish, and they were incredibly dizzy. The thick pelt of the animal must’ve been difficult to cut their way through, but it appeared that Beastflame was making an impact until just as quickly they had come was Beastflame seemingly plucked right out of the picture. Just at that moment Goosecurl- using this as an opportunity wrenched themselves as hard as they could, taking a sizeable chunk of the dogs fur out with it and hitting the ground with the momentum.
Just as they were about to regain their bearings, Racoonear had whizzed past them looking like her tail was on fire. A true patriot if they’d ever seen one. It was only a few moments as they stood themselves up, feeling a slight discomfort in the shoulder of the arm that was trapped. No matter, they’d escaped a nasty bite… Beastflame not so lucky. Goosecurl raced after Racoonear just as she shouted instructions over the screeching chorus of everything around them. Knock it down. Got it.
Goosecurl charged and just at the right moment leapt from their spot and with a mighty screech attempted to put all of their weight onto one shoulder, nailing the dog right in the flank in hopes to send its hind end into the dirt. Goosecurl recovered from the body check taking another step back before diving in for the legs, right up close and personal. Was there a plan? Not really… just getting right in the way. It was then that Goosecurl locked eyes with a pair of kittens looking particularly stranded amongst the throng of chaos. “MIND THE KITS! ITS GETTING TOO CLOSE!”
In hindsight knocking the dog onto its back was perfect, its vulnerability would’ve been exposed and therefore easier to disarm the threat and chase it off. However this new variable was added, the dog was too close. It was risky. “Kite- KI-“ Goose received a good stomp to the back disarming them only for a second, now winded and writhing to be out from underneath the creature. “K- ki-“ they struggled to gasp out scrambling backward as best they could and aiming pot shots at the creatures leg to hopefully entice it in their direction.
“R- raccoon! B- beast the k- kits!” they wheezed now free from urge stampede of paws.
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