Cattail Pond

[roo!]

Originally Posted by silverwynds

yarrowcrest // he/him // 17 moons
purrks active: mind reader

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The reassurance means more than Maplebird could ever know. Sticking to his morals meant more to him than most anything else. If he abandoned them... Then it would go against anything he stood for. Breathing through clenched teeth, he offers the large calico another polite bow of his head before slowly returning to his mate's side. Pressing against her weight to keep himself propped up, he gingerly begins locking at the wound on his leg.

sparrowfur // @Roo_! | maplebird // @saturn.
[ #fire ]

Sparrowfur - she/her - 17 moons
Beefed Up I - ACTIVE

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Sparrowfur gives him a sturdy wall to lean against. Offering herself to his aid and helping any other way that she could.

[ BANGING MY HEAD AGAIST A WALL I PICKED SUCH A TERRIBLE DAY TO BE OFFLINE ARE YUO SERIOUS?? APOLOGIES!!!!! ]

[odessa]

Originally Posted by SuspiciousMindz

[Sparrowpelt]

The large tom followed his leader to Cattail Pond, he was unsure about this situation, but would do as he was told. The fluffy tom began rubbing his scent across the area, emphasizing the areas that were lightly marked with his scent. His eyes were locked on the territory, keeping an eye out for any RiverClanners.

[open]

The world's quickest skirmish occurred before Alderstep had even a chance to move over to the incident. Still, he wondered where RiverClan was. How many would show up, now that those two had gone back to their clan to assumedly report the invasion?

And where were the herb cats? One of those cats looked injured...Hey! That was Yarrowcrest! Alderstep jolted in surprise. Hopefully, the herb duo would show soon; they were probably lagging behind because they were getting herbs. He hadn't expected a fight to break out this early, and assumably neither had they.

The russet tabby cringed lightly, hoping he wouldn't get too injured should more conflict arise. That was always such a pain to go through - literally and figuratively.

Alderstep turned his gaze elsewhere, locking onto none other than Sparrowpelt. His eyes narrowed with a twinge of not-annoyance not-hated not-dislike. Alderstep's feelings regarding the other warrior were diluted ever since their hunting patrol together at Willow's Rise. He sniffed indignantly at the memory, seriously thinking of grabbing a random fish from the pond and throwing it at the tabby for payback.

Impulses were not indulged, however. Alderstep just stood where he had been marking territory, staring sharply at Sparrowpelt. Was this creepy, with his eyes glinting in the tiny slivers of moonlight that dared to peek beyond the clouds? He wouldn't know. He was too busy staring wasp stingers at his clanmate to care.

@silverwynds - yarrow mention

[iliri]

• Springpaw •
long-furred, oriental-shaped, gray-and-orange calico molly with blue eyes; torn right ear
Purrks: Herbal Knowledge - Tier 1 | The Collector [active] | Mind Reader [active]
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Somewhat lagging behind due to collecting herbs for this specific event, the dilute calico marched in with a bundle of herbs dangling from her jaws. She absolutely did not agree with the idea of trying to take a good chunk of ThunderClan territory, even if it seemed like it was a good idea—at least, to Bumblestar’s view—the dilute calico mentally cringed at the heavy scent of RiverClan flooding her nose as she trudged through the reeds, her eyes growing adjusted to the dimming atmosphere of the sun growing less and less prominent on the horizon. Laps hues danced around as she watched her clan-mates rub along everything that they spotted; claiming the territory as their own. It made her stomach toss and churn at the sight as she uncomfortably sat in her spot with the bundle of herbs dangling from her jaws. She probably wasn’t technically required to be there, but it was best if she arrived to support her clan, right? Stifling a huff, the calico glanced behind herself to see if her mentor was following along, mainly looking in front of her so that she didn’t risk falling into any of the water-like areas while trudging her way through. Yeah, she was a little bit late, but hopefully no one was potentially injured, right? Even if they were, it had to be from an old would of sorts. There wasn’t any way that it would’ve been possible that they did something to injure themselves while in the progress of claiming territory. That was just weird. Nonetheless, she sat over in a nearby corner, using her tail to brush away any reeds so that she could sit in a clear spot—or should she be helping claim the territory? She wasn’t exactly sure of the choices she had, but it was best if she were there to help heal in case someone was hurt.

Nonetheless, due to her mentor’s coat being well-contrasted to the reeds that were growing among the area, the calico merely twitched her ears in the direction of her mentor in hopes to get her attention and notice of her arrival. At least she didn’t remain back at camp or else that would’ve feel awkward for herself if she didn’t even bother to go follow them so that they could help heal any potential clan-mates that grow injured. A sharp sense of blood was quick to draw over her sensitive nose, and lapis hues danced over to glance in the direction of Yarrowcrest once she noticed the tom limping and blood dribbling from one of his legs. Of course, RiverClan was probably around here and they were probably pissed at all hell due to them trying to take some of their territory. Not like she could really blame them; she would be the same way of her territory was in such a condition like that. Quickly, the calico began to trek her way over towards the tom-cat as she glanced towards his injury, and then towards the direction of Sparrowfur—his mate, she suggested—who was supporting him. “Let me handle his injury,” she spoke glancing back towards Yarrowcrest, “please let me treat the wound. I brought along some supplies in case something like this was bound to happen. Let me treat it.” Her lips were curled into a frown as she spoke, placing her little pouch to the side so that she could start working on his wounds in case if he did agree with the help… which she hoped he did, at least.

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@Omari [ trauma time ] @silverwynds @Roo_!

[Morrigan]

Originally Posted by Shadowed Flower

Fawnpaw

Fawnpaw looked around as some cats fought. She was scared but excited with the quick movements. Fawnpaw snapped out of her excited stage and weaved around warriors and apprentices, trying to find her leader or mentor. She stepped over a stick she was about to trip on.

@dino. (Bumblestar) @The Doctor (Nightgaze)

Nightgaze snapped her head up huh? What was going on? Curiously the small black she-cat padded towards her leader she spotted her apprentice but she seemed fine "Ay Bumble what the hell just happened?" she asked interested but as she scented Riverclan she had an idea.

A snarl came across the warrior's maw as she felt anger bubble up inside her "Riverclan! Let me get em Bumblestar I'll teach them a lesson!" she hissed eagerly her eyes full of determination as she unsheathed her claws almost jumping out of her fur to chase after the Fishcats who were just here.

@dino.

[silver.]

yarrowcrest // he/him // 17 moons
purrks active: mind reader

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The young warrior shudders against the comforting weight of Sparrowfur as he pushes through the pain shooting through his body. Of course this wasn't going to go peacefully. Despite his pleas to Starclan for this stretch of Riverclan territory to be barren of patrol-- at least for the time being-- his leg ached and his ear burned. Such an injury to his leg would most likely heal without issue but... A notch to his ear would be a permanent reminder of his failure. Despite his training and despite him being a full-fledged warrior he sustained injuries in his first fight. Hell, he had barely fought at all. His mind wanders back to the altercation. Though surprised at himself for having sprung into action in the first place he froze. Freezing up like the scum that he was, too much of a coward to attack without conviction in his decisions. The Riverclan molly was right.

Stars above, why did he even attack at all? Was the desperation to prove himself coursing through his veins that suffocating? He hadn't even wanted to do this in the first place and now look at him. Nearly abandoning everything he stood for as to not be known as a coward amongst his own clan mates. A traitor, weak... Though in his mind he knew it to be true already, he did what he could to prove them all wrong. And the price he's already paid... It was only bound to get worse, wasn't it? In a matter of time Riverclan would be flooding the territory to defend what was rightfully theirs. And though he's returned to his senses he would still have to fend them off. Stupid. This was all so damn stupid. He pauses in lapping at the blood beginning to dry in his white fur to look over at Sparrowfur, eyes full of concern. How was she holding up? Hopefully she didn't feel guilt at his own stupidity.

"Hey, you don't have to worry. I'm alright, okay? Not sure if you're upset or not, but um... It's alright. I should have done better."

In this moment it felt better to voice his feelings than to not. Emotions running rampant in his spinning head, someone needed to hear that he understood that the display was pathetic and a stain to their clan's name. Glancing out onto the now quiet marsh, for a moment his eyes meet the deputy's, but he gulps and quickly looks away in shame. The last thing he needed was to undo everything he's already done to assure the older warrior that he was capable. To his dismay it was already too late. Lost in his thoughts, he jumps when the medicine cat appears at his side, chest heaving and eyes wide as he stares at her. He had been so focused on his daunting misgivings that he hadn't noticed her approach at all. How long had she been standing there, waiting for him to answer? And what did she even say? Ears laying back once more with a wince, he bows his head to her in apology.

"I'm sorry... I assume you're here to take a look at me." He mutters, avoiding eye contact with the she-cat. "Thank you. Please do what you feel is necessary."

sparrowfur // @Roo_! | alderstep // @navarra | springpaw // @ares

[roo!]

Originally Posted by silverwynds

yarrowcrest // he/him // 17 moons
purrks active: mind reader

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The young warrior shudders against the comforting weight of Sparrowfur as he pushes through the pain shooting through his body. Of course this wasn't going to go peacefully. Despite his pleas to Starclan for this stretch of Riverclan territory to be barren of patrol-- at least for the time being-- his leg ached and his ear burned. Such an injury to his leg would most likely heal without issue but... A notch to his ear would be a permanent reminder of his failure. Despite his training and despite him being a full-fledged warrior he sustained injuries in his first fight. Hell, he had barely fought at all. His mind wanders back to the altercation. Though surprised at himself for having sprung into action in the first place he froze. Freezing up like the scum that he was, too much of a coward to attack without conviction in his decisions. The Riverclan molly was right.

Stars above, why did he even attack at all? Was the desperation to prove himself coursing through his veins that suffocating? He hadn't even wanted to do this in the first place and now look at him. Nearly abandoning everything he stood for as to not be known as a coward amongst his own clan mates. A traitor, weak... Though in his mind he knew it to be true already, he did what he could to prove them all wrong. And the price he's already paid... It was only bound to get worse, wasn't it? In a matter of time Riverclan would be flooding the territory to defend what was rightfully theirs. And though he's returned to his senses he would still have to fend them off. Stupid. This was all so damn stupid. He pauses in lapping at the blood beginning to dry in his white fur to look over at Sparrowfur, eyes full of concern. How was she holding up? Hopefully she didn't feel guilt at his own stupidity.

"Hey, you don't have to worry. I'm alright, okay? Not sure if you're upset or not, but um... It's alright. I should have done better."

In this moment it felt better to voice his feelings than to not. Emotions running rampant in his spinning head, someone needed to hear that he understood that the display was pathetic and a stain to their clan's name. Glancing out onto the now quiet marsh, for a moment his eyes meet the deputy's, but he gulps and quickly looks away in shame. The last thing he needed was to undo everything he's already done to assure the older warrior that he was capable. To his dismay it was already too late. Lost in his thoughts, he jumps when the medicine cat appears at his side, chest heaving and eyes wide as he stares at her. He had been so focused on his daunting misgivings that he hadn't noticed her approach at all. How long had she been standing there, waiting for him to answer? And what did she even say? Ears laying back once more with a wince, he bows his head to her in apology.

"I'm sorry... I assume you're here to take a look at me." He mutters, avoiding eye contact with the she-cat. "Thank you. Please do what you feel is necessary."

sparrowfur // @Roo_! | alderstep // @navarra | springpaw // @ares

Sparrowfur - she/her - 17 moons
Beefed Up I - ACTIVE

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Sparrowfur hesitantly glanced between her mate and the apprentice. She didn't want to leave his side. But for Starclans sake he was hurt. She couldn't believe she let this happen. With her ears flicked downward and a nervous frown growing on her face she nodded towards Springpaw

"O-of course. Do what you need to."

Be gentle.. she didn't add

She turned to Yarrowcrest with a gentle, yet desperate nuzzle to the cheek. Doing her best to avoid any injuries.

"Don't you dare tell me not to worry." Her voice cracked in a hushed whisper. "I will always worry about you Yarrowcrest. You did everything you were taught to do. You have nothing to be ashamed of."

For a brief second, she let her mind wander to the Riverclan she-cat. Who in Starclan did she think she was? She had no right to talk to Yarrowcrest that way. Sparrowfur's nostrils flared at the thought. Starclan forbid the two ever find each other in this war again, it will be a fight to behold. Hot tears tried to pry their way out, Sparrowfur shook her head and her best to blink them away. There was absolutely no way she was going to cry in front of all these cats..

{ @silverwynds , @ares }

[Tecumori]

Sharpclaw - The Grump
ThunderClan | Warrior | He/Him | 13 moons

Sharpclaw continued marking the rival territory, side-eyeing his clanmates as they confronted some River-rats. It would've been best to take them prisoner or harm them enough into submission, but nope! They got away, and now all of RiverClan would be here any second to fight for their territory back. Well, wasn't this just swell.

The grump heaved a sigh and rolled his shoulders. He'd hoped this would be a simple territory take-over, but now it looked like he'd have to prepare to fight off those fish-breaths after all.

Image of my oc was created using Clangen Cat Maker

[iliri]

• Springpaw •
long-furred, oriental-shaped, gray-and-orange calico molly with blue eyes; torn right ear
Purrks: Herbal Knowledge - Tier 1 | The Collector [active] | Mind Reader [active]
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Well, at least the two of them weren’t hesitant about Springpaw examining the wound among Yarrowcrest’s leg; from simply observing it from afar, it was already obvious that it was going to need some cleaning and clinical attention as soon as possible. She briefly glanced from one cat to another before slowly shuffling her way towards the leg, glancing up towards the direction of the orange-and-white tom as she silently eyed his posture. Anxiety was thumping through his system as it seemed. It wasn’t hard for Springpaw to quickly come down with that fact, only merely pursing her lips in thought as a small part of her sympathized with the tom in front of her. Humming softly to herself, the molly reached a forepaw over towards the small leaf-bundle that she had filled up with herbs that would be required for something that was as critical as this. Using a foreclaw, she carefully opened up the small pouch and scooped up a tiny poppyseed, expelling it in the direction of Yarrowcrest, already slowly preparing herself to grab a bit of marigold and cobwebs to start patching up the bleeding area. “Here, eat this poppyseed. It’ll help numb the pain that you’re currently experiencing in the area and you won’t suspect a thing while I work on patching your leg up. Is that alright with you?” She eyed the tom-cat carefully, continuing to offer up the tiny black seed for him to take before working on patching up the area. Therefore, it would be easier for her to take better care of it without having to possibly deal with him squirming against the stinging sensation of the poultice being smeared onto the spot. That was something that she did not wanna deal with at all.

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@Roo_! @silverwynds

[silver.]

yarrowcrest // he/him // 17 moons
purrks active: mind reader

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A poppy seed... In all his training and moons as a warrior, he's never had to eat one. Though he didn't know much of herbal remedies and what the medicine cats did in their den, he did know that poppy seeds did help alleviate pain. Which would definitely be helpful right about now. Glancing between the small black seed and the bundle she's pulled open, he wonders what exactly she'll end up using on him. Cobwebs, maybe? That was supposed to help bleeding, right? As he ponders, his uninjured ear flicks thoughtfully... And then he returns to his senses, telling himself that in the end it wasn't really important for him to know. Springpaw knew what she was doing and that's what was important for the time being. Bowing his head respectfully in the calico's direction as if to thank her, he takes the remedy he is given. Swallowing the small seed, eager to rid himself of some of the throbbing and stinging, he glances down to his leg.

White fur certainly didn't make it look any better. That was for sure. That molly got him good. She was fighting for her life, after all. Claws digging into her chest, apprentice at the mercy of Bumblestar... She had to get away and he understood that. Again, he didn't hold any lasting malice, but the wound she delivered was definitely that of a cat desperate to escape with her life. And if it hurt this badly without putting his weight down on it... Yeah, no, he wasn't going to even try it.

"Is it bad?" He asks quietly, attention turning back to the apprentice's face. "It's not too bad... Right?"

springpaw // @ares | sparrowfur // @Roo_!

[Estelle]

A call to battle, that’s what it felt like. A call to fight, to push away the exhaustion and stand. But that’s not what he wanted. He still felt conflicted on what was wisdom, his tired limbs and mind not helping. He was certain that morning come, after having had a good rest, he would finally find a better answer. But then it would be too late and RiverClan would already have lost the pond or be beat down by ThunderClan. Either possibility as bad as the other. Could they really loose their main source of fish? Disclose their place of hiding? Not without confronting Bumblestar and the rest of ThunderClan first, that was certain, they couldn’t just give it up… Could they? It felt wrong, but sending already tired and wounded felines to battle felt just as wrong. That’s why he hoped and, uncharacteristic it may be, prayed ThunderClan would be willing to talk.

Despite the exhaustion still in the air, several warriors stepped up. Nightspark, Bluefang, Fizzlepuff and even Larkwing already stood at the ready. He looked to the last warrior, pausing for a brief moment before speaking.
”...If you are certain, I won’t stop you. But be careful; the moment it becomes too much, you’re to turn back. And Briarpaw is right, let yourself get looked over by Stonepaw first.”
Worst come to worst, Larkwing could retrieve aid from the warriors that stayed behind… Hopefully. Skies, decisions, decisions. He could only hope this wasn’t another mistake. His eyes turned towards Birdpaw and Kestrelpaw as the look came to meet his eyes, and for another moment he was silent. A part of him didn’t want either of them in harms way, wanted to tell them they needed to stay back. But, he had to remind himself that both were ready for their assessment, that both were almost warriors. They deserved to participate in this, it is the life of a warrior – it wouldn’t be the only risk of battle they would face in their lifetimes, unfortunately. So, he gave them both a nod.

Then he caught Stonepaw’s eye as he fret over his sister and Larkwing, calling for herbs. Hopefully those who stay behind will go get some; Gingerfrost held back a sigh. His eye met that of the young medicine cat apprentice, a small lump forming in his throat. Somehow, he got the message Stonepaw silently conveyed. He trusted him to make the right choice. It was… Somewhere, he could have appreciated the trust, if only he trusted himself too. Because he didn’t. For once he didn’t trust himself to make the right decision, and that was why he was already thinking of how he could save a dire situation. He didn’t want to lose anyone, didn’t want to see anyone more harmed than necessary. Please let this not be a mistake.

Deep in thought, he turned away, about to start the trek to Cattail Pond when a voice sounded nearly beside him. Unexpected, but not startling, the tabby turned to face the leader with an expression of stone. So now he decided to wake up? Now of all times? Skies he would’ve preferred if Beanstar decided to regain consciousness earlier, but he couldn’t quite change that now. And worse come to worse, the leader added another layer of pressure on his decision to confront Bumblestar. Instead of dismissing it or changing it into something that may have a higher success rate, instead of adding his own bit of prey, he decided to follow the tabby’s plan… Or whatever you could call it. But Beanstar was scared, and frankly, Gingerfrost worried too beneath his mask or calm and stone.
“...I doubt they’re one for peace, too, but we can try. If worst comes to worst… I’ll take her on myself if I have to.”
He’d rather look danger in the eyes than see his clanmates more hurt than necessary. So, he made up his mind. If all went wrong, if they were incredibly outnumbered like it sounded from Briarpaw’s words, if the clan can’t go on; he’d rather fight the ThunderClan leader himself. Tired or not, he knew he could do it. He knew he could survive long enough. Like a duel, demand she call her clanmates back and face her alone. Was it the best plan? No, but it was something.

At least with Beanstar’s appearance they were one cat stronger… Probably. He hoped the siamese was making the right call coming along, and wouldn’t pass out a third time out there. But the tabby wouldn’t argue if he wanted to come along, only letting his whiskers twitch as he mumble a few words to the leader.
“Stay awake.”
Meant with no malice he let the words be heard for the leader only, before casting a last look over his shoulder and beginning the move towards Cattail Pond. As he walked he could feel his heart beat in his ears, a subtle sign that he was feeling nervous despite expertly covering the sentiment, looking calm if a little aggravated. This was it, there was no turning back. Hopefully thunderClan would still be at Cattail Pond. Before arriving there, however, he had a few words to share with the clan. Lifting his tail and looking over his shoulder to those who came along, the tabby inspected each individual feline before speaking.
“Stay sharp; do not engage unless they do first – maybe they’ll be willing to talk rather than fight. Still, it sounds like they’re in an aggressive mood, so be careful.”

After those few warning words, hoping they would listen and not attack like headless cats, he continued the walk to Cattail Pond. And, sure enough, the scent grew thicker and thicker with ThunderClan the closer they came. His face briefly scrunched up with irritation, before falling back to it’s neutral state, the only remnant a slight crease between his brows. ThunderClan was here alright, and there were indeed not just a few. His paws twitched as the cats came into view, spotting several ThunderClanners marking the area – so they were indeed here to steal territory. How lame.
“Bumblestar, what’s the meaning of this?”
Stepping into the familiar area, the deputy looked straight to the ThunderClan leader, calling for her attention. He raised his tail, silently signalling the cats who came along to stay back for now.
“Trespassing on RiverClan territory, attacking a patrol – an apprentice? If you’re in need of territory you can find some in the outskirts, not here. Is there reason for doing this?”
Here’s to hoping Bumblestar was in a chatty mood, so this could be handled peacefully.

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