The deputy tightened his grip on Heatherwhisker's scruff in warning, continuing to haul him away from the border until they were a safe distance away. Once he was sure the aggressive tom was no longer going to attack at a moment's notice, he let Heatherwhisker go and turned to the other members of the patrol.
"Heatherwhisker, Lynxyowl, Deadmoon. Back to camp with me. Now." Fallownose's tone left no room for argument as he jerked his head sharply back toward WindClan territory. He would wait for them to go first before following, casting one last look back at Twilightstar. He didn't want to leave her alone by the border with the tensions being so high, but the RiverClan patrol had backed down and didn't seem like they would attack the moment he was gone, so Fallownose simply dipped his head and left.
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It seemed Beanstar was too late to stop the fighting between his warriors and those of WindClan, but he arrived at Sedgewater Valley quickly enough to see the damage it had caused. The damage WindClan had caused. Recent events had severely shortened the stocky cat's temper, and he could feel his rage threatening to boil over. Red stained the corners of his vision and threatened to take over, especially when he saw how beat-up his poor Clanmates were. With a few hearty deep breaths, Beanstar addressed his cats.
"Get to camp, please. Go see Stonepaw as soon as you can. If he's not available, seek out some other cat with herbal knowledge. But go, get out of here." There was a touch of desperation in the cat's voice; if things went south, he didn't want his cats to be here to experience it. They were already battered and bruised enough.
Once both the WindClan and RiverClan warriors were gone, it was just Beanstar and Twilightstar. Leader to leader, face-to-face. Just seeing the other cat's face made him seethe with anger; Twilightstar dared call herself a peaceful leader when she couldn't even keep her own warriors under control? The events of the past few days wore on his shoulders -- abandoned kits finding shelter in his Clan, the wave of backlash he continued to receive after ascending to the helm of the Clan, cats going missing left and right. It seemed like nothing could go right for Beanstar or RiverClan as of late, and this was just one more Starsdamned awful thing to add to the pile of things he had to carry. It felt like his back was about to break.
"Explain to me, Twilightstar," He spoke in a low tone, eye narrowed. "Why your cats, from what I heard, attacked mine for no good reason? Can't you control your Clan?" Any other time, he may have awaited an answer, his tail flicking side-to-side in an agitated motion. But Beanstar couldn't control the rage and anger and protectiveness that washed over him like a strong wave, threatening to sweep him off his paws and take control. The worst part was, Beanstar wanted to let it take control.
And so, he did.
He let his emotions blind him, vision tainted fully with red now. He was after blood, the blood that his Clanmates lost needlessly to WindClan's arrogant warriors. Without hesitation, as if some other cat were in his body controlling him, Beanstar flung himself at the other leader, fangs bared. The siamese felt as if he had the power of all his Clan behind him, lusting for blood and sweet revenge. The rational part of his brain was off; his actions were only fueled by hatred and spite and all of the crappy things that had befallen him and his Clan as of late.
Beanstar used his smaller size to his advantage, jumping and dodging around to nip at Twilightsra's limbs, tail, and even ears until she was bleeding. But the growling voice inside that craved revenge decided that wasn't enough. Twilightstar needed to suffer more than just a few nips; she needed an injury that would take time and effort to recover from, like his Clanmates. With a swift move, Beanstar rolled over and kicked upwards toward Twilightstar's belly, knocking the cat over. He couldn't tell if she was fighting back or not; either way, he didn't care.
Once on the ground, the tom relentlessly tore into the WindClanner's soft belly flesh, aiming to damage as much as possible. Blood stained his fur, and he wasn;t sure anymore how much of it was his own. Beanstar didn't care. Or rather, the monster he had awakened inside him didn't care. It cared about nothing but blood. But even it wasn't tireless, and the fury inside the feline died down. But not before causing considerable damage.
The rational part of his brain was back, and recoiling in horror at the scene that lay in front of him. Twilightstar: cold and lifeless, her stomach bloodied and torn apart by his own fangs. He... couldn't believe he was capable of that. Beanstar couldn't process everything that just happened; all he knew was he needed to get cleaned up, and fast. Thankfully, no one else was around to witness... whatever that was. No, no, he knew what it was.
It was a declaration of war.
With that, Beanstar slunk toward the shadows as quickly as he could, almost feeling them wrap around him like his own pelt. It was time to go. [Shadow Fiend ACTIVE]
Twistedpaw stumbled after her mentor, round black paws sinking into the mushy ground. Already, her legs felt tired, and they'd barely approached the first border. Her heart sank like a stone. This is the farthest I've walked in my life! When Fallownose had taken her and the other kits out to collect moss all those moons ago, he'd given them a badger ride. The memory was hazy and blurred at the edges as if cobwebs had been spun over it, turning the vague scenes into a mosaic. Yet there were two things she remembered clearly: Fallownose's happy, smiling face and Laurelkit's presence. Twistedpaw winced, briefly forgetting her strained legs. Back then, she'd been happy. Everything was different now.
A pungent scent hit the small apprentice in the face as hard as any stone wall. Twistedpaw's mouth twisted disturbingly in her version of a grimace; then she nearly gagged. It tasted terrible. The rabbit chunk Batglare had forced her to swallow felt like it would come up. Twistedpaw desperately suppressed the urge to retch. What is that? Simultaneously, her paw sank into a pit of burbling brown muck. She squealed, digging the other three into squishy yet solid earth to prevent her mangled tail from tipping her over. The wet beginning of newleaf hadn't been kind to this place. Stomach roiling in disgust, Twistedpaw wrenched herself free. Her paws slipped, and a clumsy display of thrashing limbs managed to keep her upright. She ducked her head, giving her chest fur a couple quick licks, her crooked jaw hanging disturbingly. StarClan, I'm such a mess... I hope Batglare didn't see that!
Nervously, she glanced at her mentor, wondering what he thought, but his piercing yellow-green gaze was fixed on the border ahead. Heaving a sigh of relief but with tiny ears still burning, Twistedpaw hurried to his side and observed the border. Her breath caught in her throat. The tall green grass and waving heather of her homeland transformed into a flat, forested place, with dark, looming trees reaching up on all sides. A river ran nearby, dappled sunlight flitting on its reflective surface. And just beyond that... nothing.
Well, not nothing. Twistedpaw was certain anyone who ventured too close to it would become a star in the sky. The ground seemed to vanish as sheer cliffs steeply declined. Below, she heard a rushing and roaring noise that drowned out the rustling of the trees' leaves. Her paws trembled, and she stuck close to Batglare. I'm not going anywhere near that! Still, curiosity made her peer forward, even as Batglare began to speak. She strained to hear him over the noise. Her developing muscles tensed at what she saw. A raging brown torrent of water danced, fierce enough to claim the life of anyone who set paw in it. Batglare said this was Sedgewater Valley, the border with RiverClan... and told her to stay away. Twistedpaw nodded, her crooked jaw bouncing and swaying. She would've replied verbally had the fearful sight not stolen her breath from her lungs. She didn't need to be told twice.
"Surely RiverClan doesn't swim in that?" she exclaimed, unable to take her mismatched gaze off the river and rocky cliffs as she found her voice. "I know they're good at swimming, but... but anyone would die if they tried!" She looked at Batglare then, anxiety setting her heart pounding. Though her statement was certain, her mind wouldn't stop whispering, What if you're wrong? What if RiverClan can swim in that? You'll prove yourself to be more of a featherbrain than you already are.
"...Right?" she finished weakly, uncertainty gripping her with gorse-sharp claws.
@Moonraven (You don't have to reply to this if you don't want to! I'm assuming you want to keep these as short as possible.)
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Well. Deadmoon removed herself from the conflict as soon as Fallownose and Twilightstar showed up, not wanting to stay in the fight anyway, especially when it would only anger the leadership further. She quite resented being chewed out for what had been clearly Heatherwhisker's stupidity, would Twilightstar rather have him shredded, quite possible dead?, but Fallownose was giving the idiot the yelling at he deserved. If they tried to punish them all the same she might have something to say about it, but right now keeping quiet was probably the surest way to avoid conflict. If she opened her mouth it would probably come out as grumpy, hostile and argumentative. Which was what she was feeling right now, to be fair, and if it wasn't a Leader-and-Deputy situation she probably would have given vent to those feelings.
But it was a Leader-and-Deputy situation, with Fallownose now hustling the remains of the patrol back towards camp, Heatherwhisker in tow, and Deadmoon figured it was probably in her best interest to follow, wincing slightly as she shifted her weight and her side complained. The Riverclan apprentice had done some damage, although from the looks of it they hadn't emerged entirely unscathed either. Actually, they looked quite freaked out, which made her feel just a bit bad, which she hastened to put out of her mind. It wasn't her fault Heatherwhisker was an idiot, and the apprentice would probably be fine. Totally. She didn't feel bad at all. That was definitely why she was hustling well ahead of Fallownose and the rest of the patrol, back towards camp. @Lillian
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It was sooo,, rainyy.. A small shiver rolled down Marshpaw's spine, causing a subtle tremor throughout its long & lanky limbs. They trudged slowly by Foampaw, curly ears pulled close to their long head. Oohh,, they shouldn't had gone along with thiss... "It's,, cold, " He murmured quietly, shaking his head back and forth at Cobwebpaw's comment. Maybe it just wasn't very RiverClan-y.
Their sleek tail dragged behind them, looking around the territory with wide, curious eyes. Despite their fear, its un-fondness (was,, that a word,,?) of the rain, .. they never had much of a chance before! Not yet, at the very least. Marshpaw had only been made an apprentice a few ago at six moons unlike a couple of his fellow apprentices. Mama said everyone had their natural pace.
His stomach gave a churn of hunger and worry. "Sure,, WindClan... has something,,, their border is prettyy!!!" He mewed quietly, the beautiful clouds up in the air were breath-taking. RiverClan might not have as many trees per se ShadowClan, but good amount blocked the sights! "Smelll anythin'?? Marshpaw inquired, its dark nose twitching in an attempt to sniff sniff out any yummy prey.
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Twilightstar straightened up as Fallownose retrieved the patrol and began leading them home. She waited no longer than a few moments as Beanstar appeared ordering his clanmates home. Then he immediately began snarling at her. Honestly, she could understand the anger, but as no one was dead and it certainly didn't look like anyone had any severe wounds she felt the amount of anger she was receiving was a bit much. Still, she bit her tongue and took it because that was her job. To smooth over and fix every single problem her clanmates may cause because she didn't want them dying for it.
But sometimes... this was so... She could have laughed about the control bit, he should know very well that controlling a clan wasn't easy as it sounded. Did he control his clan's every thought, emotion, decision, and action? He—
TW: Descriptive violence/mild gore from here down
She wasn't expecting this, not from a RiverClan leader, but perhaps she should have. This was supposed to be a discussion, not a fight, but could it be called a fight when it was so one-sided? Pain blistered from everywhere, no matter how she turned or twisted it hurt. A sharp kick to the gut winds her and sends her sprawling on her back. She moves to flip herself over, guard her belly, but too slowly. Searing hot agony tears through her body as she is torn apart again. Water fills her eye as her paws scrabble uselessly at the ground in an attempt to drag herself away from him. But her strength drains little by little, and then her vision goes until her heart finally gives out as her blood drains from her and her spirit joins the stars.
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She wasn't sure how long she just laid there, dead, but by the time she returns she was freezing. Her muscles feel as though they have been flash-burned with acid from the inside as she tries to move. There is a stake being hammered into her lower stomach, the strikes radiating pain in a way that shatters her brain - or at least that's what it feels like. She lies so still, breathing shallowly, noticing that she's utterly alone. Dry blood crusts her belly, pain flairs through all her limbs, and not even her ears were saved.
She begged them to let her stay, but she wasn't done here. They promised she could stay forever once her work was done. Just a little bit longer and then it was his turn. She wasn't aware of the ugly sob that leaves her maw, nor the flow of tears that leak like a broken facet down her cheek as she pushed herself up. Hot blood heats up her chilled paw pads as it flows down her legs and pool with a mess of red underneath her. She flinches, nearly tripping in the liquid as she gathers her feet underneath her.
The worst wound was healed, but it still felt like she could feel fangs ripping through her belly. She hated him! She tried to settle this peacefully, tried to talk this out with him. It was a border skirmish with no casualties, how dare he overreact like this?! She hated him and every bit of blood that was going to be spilled here after this. She was so tired and everything hurts, why did he do that? The tears wouldn't stop, the pitful hiccuping sobs refused to silence themselves even after she snapped her jaw shut, her body shook and trembled from the blood loss. Shock slowly eats at her mind.
She wanted to compose herself, but considering how long a walk she had to make to get back to their camp, Twilightstar hoped the overwhelming emotions were controllable by then. One foot in front of the other, Twilightstar began dragging herself, stumbling back towards the camp, leaving a bloody trail of pawprints and tears behind her.
@Wingnettle {Milknose} - @Woodlow {Owlpaw}
//Alright, patrol ends on the 8th. Also, this patrol was sent before the skirmish, so that stuff hasn't happened yet.
Swiftheart followed the path down to the valley. The weather wasn't pleasant, but he he thanked every star that shined that is wasn't raining. He didn't think he would be able to do this if if it were. "Alright everyone, let us get this patrol finished." He started to mark, keeping one eye on the other side for trouble, though the river was quite swollen right now, and he thought it unlikely that anyone would wish to cross such strong currents without good reason.
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A young-looking tom with a small kit in its mouth made its way to the Riverclan border side. "Uh... hi... sorry if I'm invading anything, but I need somewhere for my love interest to be able to raise her kits without my owner finding out... if he finds these kits he'll drown them... ya see, me and my girlfriend live with a fisherman, and with all 3 of the past litters me and my girlfriend have had he's drowned the kits believing they'd take up space... Sorry if this is lot for me to say..." He meowed. He had a shy little smile and around his neck was a star-covered neckerchief. This was Ryan.
Owlpaw followed Swiftheart and Milknose to Sedgewater Valley, taking note of the heavily swollen river. He reminded himself not to stray too close to it, and kept his paws a safe distance away from its strong currents. He wasn't looking forward to another drowning experience.
The ebony apprentice went to work marking WindClan's side of the border, mimicking the way the older warriors were doing it. He hoped that this patrol wouldn't be a violent one. He'd heard about the growing tensions between his and RiverClan through idle conversation. Plus the occasional story of a peaceful border patrol leading to a skirmish of teeth and claws. Since Owlpaw wasn't well equipped for battle, he would make sure to flee back to camp at the first sign of trouble.
Re: Sedgewater Valley
Re: Sedgewater Valley
