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She didn't answer the question. You should probably find out what that substance on her paws is. A small voice whispered. Unfortunately, it was overpowered by the screaming of her nerves, begging for some sort of relief. She had to get out of here. Find Rainywhisker and hope they knew how to cure this torture. Wait... Rainywhisker was gone right? She should be looking for Sunhowl. I think.
Her lungs heaved with the effort of getting up, her paws moist with sweat. The Riverclan warrior looked upon her with righteous contempt. Like Robinwhisker was somehow in the wrong. How could she be so stupid? "Y-you killed our leaders and..." She heaved in a breath. "Our clanmates, raided our home... and you still think you're the good guys?" She hoped her voice sounded stronger than it did in her head.
With one last disgusted look, she quickly turned tail and scurried away. Hopefully this would be the last time she ever saw those Riverclan idiots. Sun-er.... Icicleripple, I need you! She thought desperately.
Lizardfrost was hit but the sturdy warrior remained balanced and battle ready. She leaped at him quickly.
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Snarling, he ducked away and scratched at random, hoping to collide with some part of her body.
Hemlockheart was surprised, this was quite a formidable opponent!
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Snarling, he ducked away and scratched at random, hoping to collide with some part of her body.
Hemlockheart was surprised, this was quite a formidable opponent!
After a narrow dodge, Lizardfrost was beginning to feel the wear of battle. ThunderClan did not have poison claws but that didn't mean they couldn't fight back. Her belly was still bloody and her paws hurt immensely. She decided to play it defensively and crouched, waiting for an attack she could use to her advantage.
Eyes alight with fear, she reached the Warrior and didn't fall a step behind them. She was going to get out of this cursed place! Cats were being hurt and she hated it! And she would get out of here. She had to.
Morningkit grunted. Why, oh why, did this have to happen? She had been about to doze off into a bit of sleep when noises stopped her. And now, this Tansythorn wanted her to help with an evacuation plan? No thanks.
"Do we have to come?," Morningkit asked with another yawn. "I would rather stay in camp and sleep, or do you think I want to die to RiverClan claws just because of this plan?"
He ducked behind the other cats fighting and wandered wildly to the side, a hiss escaping his jaw. “Little fishfaces.” They muttered. “They really want to gut us and kill us, do they not…”
They circled and moved to the side, ducking a parrying duo and making his way near the dens, his eyes glaring around for some RiverClan scum to make an appearance.
He was slightly on the overconfident side. He was going to find someone to take his inner rage on. He was going to make sure those scum payed for everything they had ever done. Every mistake. Every threat.
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This was some nonsense, she should've expected this sort of doggish brutality from those RiverClan mongrels and supported her clanmates givin' them a taste of their own medicine. The gall of it, coming straight into their camp like they owned the place! Tansythorn winced at the memory of Whitewolf holding 'em back, pseudo-forcing them to swallow an attack of full strength on the crowd of guppies, but was glad the Clan overall had taken to teeth and claws to defend their home. Was right by the Code. Code didn't say nothin' about standing there like wimps. If she believed in a fair-acting StarClan, she might've been convinced a punishment was headed their way for this display of cowardly behavior. Real damn shame it had to happen in front of RiverClan. Lord knew they weren't livin' that one down anytime soon.
As the chaos unfolded and worsened, Tansythorn barged through the battle scene with teeth bared and a resting angry face that could kill -- if some wiseguy thought it smart to attack her, she'd give them a couple scars to remember. She had a destination in mind, and it didn't include exchanging blows: the nursery. Evacuations hadn't been started, far as she could tell. Made sense too, considering they were lacking both a leader and deputy to give those orders.
Although about to start barking them herself, Tansythorn spotted her unconscious (see: dead) clanmate with a certain poor scrap beside them. A nice reality of war laid out. "Sweetheart," she said, voice even as she fought to keep it so. With a grim definitiveness, she added, "I'm real sorry." Gecko was gone. No way to sugarcoat it. But unfortunately, this was no place for a kit, and she soothingly murmured, "Gecko'd want ya to be safe. They's watchin' from the stars and would be awful disappointed if ya got yourself hurt out here. Would give both of us an earful, I imagine."
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Tansythorn's gaze swept over the rest of the clearing, stomach in turmoil as she spotted several familiar kits scattered throughout the clearing. They'd have to work on evacuation protocol, especially if their warriors kept making decisions that induced raids. "If you's a future apprentice of ThunderClan! Or an apprentice who don't have no training--" she called over the sound of the battle, addressing the kits and non-fighting apprentices. "We're headin' out! The warriors gon' need us to be stationed near the Weeping Tree." Mission: Safety was hopefully underway. "Lotsa cuddles and good Rivercat-whompin's to be had there. Mini-warriors of Thunder, let's go!"
Bramblekit, who was watching the battle from a crack in the wall, terified, raced out with Tansythorn. She liked the sound of protection.
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Bramblekit found her sisters and looked at them gratfully. "We need to go!" She mewed. (They're 5.5 moons now BTW. SO nearly apps)
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Bumblekit dared to poke his head outside of the nursery as Tansythorn made her presence known. Even if he tried to hide his fearfulness, his quaking body presented it to the world. He was terrified, of the sounds and sights and the smell, oh, skies, the smell. The stench of iron clogged his senses as he bolted from the nursery and over to Tansythorn, eyes wide as he tried to keep them focused on anything but the chaos around them.
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