Twistedpaw's pleas being all the patched tom could hear as he followed Batglare to the medicine cat's den, he could feel his heart breaking further. There was such sorrow in her voice, such fear that her mother would get hurt. How could Willowsky hurt such a kind hearted kit - well, apprentice now, really, but that did not change the fact that she was Willowsky's kit he supposed - in such a foul manner? Even after being attacked by not just a clanmate, but her mother at that, she was still putting her assailant's needs before her own. Normally such gentle goodwill was a trait Snowybreeze admired and hoped to be able to reciprocate amongst his entire clan but this time... it felt... off. And the massive warrior simply couldn't understand why. Such fervent acceptance that she would instantly forgive her mother and wish for nothing more than her well being was a good thing... right? So why did it leave an oddly sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach?
Fully intent on staying outside as a guard of sorts, staying well out of Batglare's way as well as give peace of mind that no one would try to attack the apprentice again while he was around, Snowybreeze was instead met with the surprising fact that Batglare had... left a space for him to sit by. A purr of gratitude almost escaped him - might have if the situation hadn't been so dire and at odds with such positive, warm forms of communication - he settled instead for entering the den without much preamble, flashing a small, grateful look at the dark warrior. Leaving Batglare space to maneuver around his apprentice, he tom silently, slowly, lay down, his head between his paws on the ground. A gesture he normally reserved for kits who had been terrified by his size, he hoped it would prove comforting to the trembling molly before her now. Especially with how strong the fear stench radiating from her was. Not that he could blame her. His poor clanmate must be feeling so torn, uncertain of who to trust after just being attacked with such foul callousness. She might still love and care for her mother, but there was no way that had not delivered a blow to her in more ways than just the scratches to her back showed.
A movement at the edge of his vision catching his eye, Snowybreeze moved blue orbs without moving his head, noticing Batglare's attempt at investigating his apprentice's wounds. Ah, of course! The medicine cat would be on his way shortly, no doubt, but Batglare was a caring mentor. He would of course want to ensure his apprentice's well being as best he could while Cowpaw arrived! See? Softie! Rough like a boulder softie, but softie nonetheless!
This action, however slow, deliberate, and minute it had been had an unfortunately negative effect on Twistedpaw, the fear stench on her growing as she recoiled from the touch, curling herself as best she could, a squeak unlike any he'd ever heard escaping her. Oh no... She must now assume everyone was trying to hurt her! An understandable misconception after such a horrendous attack! Heartbreaking all the same, of course, as Batglare obviously must have had the best intentions in mind. Perhaps... he could help here? Reinforce Batglare's benevolence to the wounded apprentice. Let her know that he would bring no harm to her here. Softie or not - that was seriously still up for debate - there was no denying Batglare's imposing presence.
"He won't," Snowybreeze whispered softly from his spot on the floor, his eyes turning back on Twistedpaw's scared form. At least the apprentice seemed to be relaxing some, albeit the fear was still there. Noticing his remark hadn't been the clearest, he quickly amended it. "Hurt you. Batglare, I mean. He's a s- kind warrior. He won't hurt you," the tom added, his tail twitching lightly as he bit back the urge to let Twistedpaw know he was indeed a softie. Somehow he was certain the senior warrior would live up to his name tenfold upon hearing that, no matter how benevolent he might be.
Ashclaw ears flattened seeing Fireflame gone and the shake of cowpaws head the tom sighed" starclan guide fireflame" he said as he backed up ashclaw looked at ashpaw and willowgaze seeing the distress of them he sighed
As Cowpaw's quiet voice sounded from somewhere behind the speckled molly, Berrypaw found herself swiveling around, slightly startled by the sight of the medicine cat, and a senior warrior, standing not two paces from her. Had she done something wrong? Had she stepped out of line somewhere, and that was how this had become warranted? But no, Berrypaw couldn't recall anything she'd done, except.. maybe she shouldn't have eaten that mouse from the fresh-kill pile. But it'd looked so old and would have become crowfood if she hadn't eaten it. Had she unknowingly gotten herself sick, and that was why Cowpaw was here?
So caught up in her own panic was the young damsel that by the time she'd snapped back into reality, Cowpaw was gone, and the cat known as Lilyantler was up and walking away. At least, though, she had been lucky enough to hear his last few sentences. "Poppies!" She exclaimed, suddenly realizing why Cowpaw had been there. For a herb patrol! And then, feeling sheepish at her very random outburst, the speckled molly covered her mouth with her paws. "I'm coming." She responded, hurrying after the senior tom.
Lilyantler paused as he heard Berrypaw's exclamation, not quite catching what she'd said and wondering if she needed something. He turned back to her, concerned it was important or she couldn't go, but as she hurried to catch up, his worries relaxed and he waited until she was at his side to continue his walk to the territory, this time taking more care to keep his rather long strides to a slower pace for the apprentice. "I must apologize for nearly leaving you behind, Berrypaw. It was rather unprofessional and un-warrior-like of me. I encourage you to shout at me if I get too far from you."
Although he was mostly joking about yelling for him to slow down if he out-paced her, it really wasn't that bad of an idea. He made a silent promise to make sure she could keep up and to not get ahead of her on accident....
Eventually, they found an area he felt positive should be a good place to start looking. "I think we should slow down to start looking for those poppies, we should be far enough out."
His pace slowed further as he scanned for the vibrant flower. Instinctively, he started sniffing despite knowing poppies didn't have a discernable scent.
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Alright so... after much searching - much, much, much searching - Snowybreeze was... at a loss. He had yet to have found the precious blooms the medicine cat had requested of him, and he had exhausted the watering holes and streams strewn across WindClan's moors. Not even their border with RiverClan had offered any reprieve as he found no golden flowers there. Even with his vast knowledge of WindClan's territory and his oversensitive nose on the alert he'd gotten nothing to show for it. Nerves starting to get the better of him, anxious at the thought that he would disappoint the medicine cat, Snowybreeze headed towards the tunnel system that resided in WindClan. Maybe he would have better luck there?
As far as the massive warrior knew, not many cats frequented this area. With Dustbunny being the only tunneler in the clan, he supposed it made sense that there wasn't much foot traffic in this part of WindClan. That said, it was precisely the lack of treading paws that made this such a tempting place to come look. If there were any to be found, it wasn't an entirely out of the scope of possibility that they would be where no one came to search, right? Even if the lack of water sources in the area proved it to be a less than likely place, Snowybreeze just couldn't fathom where else to start. Or rather continue. His start had been fruitless, but a start it had regardless been.
Nose in the air as the mild rain gave a small reprieve, he could feel his paws give the beginnings of a sour complaint as he kept trudging on. It had been a long day so far, he supposed. He'd certainly walked more than he normally did, even when out in patrols. Whiskers twitching mildly as he considered perhaps stopping for a quick rest, a round, golden blur caught his eye at the opening of a tunnel, his reaction quick as he rushed forward. He'd done it! He'd found some marigold! Cowpaw would be pleased when he delivered the... the...
Ah, fox dung...
The balled up wad of dried up grass that had somehow gotten stuck on a small mound of dirt protruding at the tunnel's entrance. Ears dropping lightly, the tom pawed at the ball with defeat. He'd been so sure he had gotten a marigold at last! Even the blades of grass sticking out of the balled up grass seemed to give the impression of spiky, golden petals! What a cruel joke. With some frustration at himself, the patched warrior pushed the balled up grass with some strength further inside the tunnel, the action causing the grassy tumbleweed to bounce around the tunnels walls, disrupting a bat that had evidently decided to take up residence there for the day.
Screeching angrily as it threw itself at the warrior, Snowybreeze flailed back with surprise, his massive paws waving in the air as he tried to get the bat off him, slipping on the damp soil beneath him and falling flat on his back. The wind knocked out of him, a small, low groan escaped the solitary tom as the bat flew away, clearly satisfied with its revenge. Embarrassment at having been caught so off guard by the angry tunnel dweller, Snowybreeze's ears lay pinned, flat against his head. The white furred giant had to admit that for once he was actually grateful to be alone, thinking how the only way this could have possibly gotten any worse was if someone had been there with him to view his pitiful display. No sooner had the tom thought this than the rain returned, falling on his nose and coaxing a sneeze.
Well... it's always nice to be reminded of just how wrong you can be, I suppose... A-a-a-choo! Oooh. My back... Pretty sure that's a rock. StarClan help me...
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Lightningstorm is WindClan's current medicine cat.
She has a semi-closed den policy.
Everything that happened was just a blur. Of course, there was a lot of noise, but his main concern was Twistedpaw. Never before has he seen such a pain in one's fluff act out and physically attack their own offspring. He felt sorry for Twistedpaw having to have Willowsky as a mother. May StarClan help Twistedpaw heal from all of today's events and the events of the past.
If Fallownose hadn't been so quick to act, Badgerpaw would surely let that filthy, sorry excuse of a queen have multiple rounds of the front-paw-blow. Even though the young tuxedo wasn't necessarily one to fight, he would fight for Twistedpaw's honor.
When Twilightstar spoke, it was commanding and authoritive. He stood proudly, watching his leader address the whole of WindClan. News of Willowsky's exile reached his ears and he couldn't help but exhale all the breath he held in while watching Fallownose take Willowsky down with just a few moves. Twistedpaw, although probably heartbroken about the situation, would be better off without her mother. At least... in Badgerpaw's opinion. The young apprentice did not need to have such an abusive cat around her for moons on end.
The next news to come was far from exciting. Fireflymeadow and Fireflame both passed on to StarClan due to wounds and a storm they recently had. Although he never met them or interacted with the pair personally, the young tuxedo dipped his head as a sign of respect and lifted it back up to meet his leader's gaze. There was no more news to be announced, so Badgerpaw simply got up and left the meeting.
Maplepaw
The squish-faced apprentice was utterly clueless about what has happened before now and watched as Twilightstar exiled Willowsky for the dangers she posed to not only Twistedpaw, but to others as well. If Dawnstar had been the one to stand on the Breezerock, Willowsky probably wouldn't have lived to see the sunset. Happiness gleamed in his eyes.
I knew I made the right decision! he puffed out his chest fur proudly and licked it in embarrassment as he remembered the grouchy mentor he had standing next to him. The situation was handled quickly, which was why Maplepaw was so proud in the first place. Twilightstar was just like Dawnstar- just... less violent. He was well aware of the customs when it came to exile, but seeing as he didn't know the territory at all, he would not be the one to chase an intruder out or kill on sight.
Two Clanmates he never got to meet were announced as dead. This did not come as a shock to him, but he hoped Fireflymeadow and Fireflame (whoever they were) could find peace where they went once they died. Many warriors in ShadowClan went to the Dark Forest when they died, and although that wasn't spoken about, he knew that was the case due to their violence and going against the code on a daily basis. After everything was announced and over, Maplepaw sighed and left the meeting.
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Tumblebreath. Please nudge me if I haven't responded in 2 days!!
( @x ghostie ) "Anxiety..? I assumed that was.. was normal for every cat.. Are you sure? Oh, please do not take this as me questioning your knowledge! You are a very smart cat! I just want to be sure.." He looked down at his paws, shuffling them a bit. Oh dear. Did he really just try and question a medicine cat? First getting Milkpaw and Pinestrike's name wrong, now this? What was next?? Bringing back crowfood to the clan? Oh dear.
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