The fluffy tom freezes at his sister's outburst, ears flattening fully against his skull. He stands there for a moment after she turns around, his brain having a hard time processing her words before something... snaps? Clicks? Either way, a flood of emotions sweeps through his mind, the most prominent among them being anger, hurt, and disbelief. He growls in frustration, rushing after her and swinging around to block her path.
"A learning opportunity?" He snarls incredulously, his temper reaching a boiling point, "By silverpelt, everyone is freaking out, cats are mortally injured, and you accuse me of using the situation to my own advantage? What kind of sick foxheart do you think I am?"
He stamps a paw, his face twisted with stinging hurt. He still can't believe she said that, he hadn't expected it, and his proper judgement is clouded. So honestly, there's a high chance of him saying something just as stupid.
"And that's rich coming from you, miss 'I'm gonna run after the deputy in a fit of distress and pick a bunch of random herbs I can't even clearly see through my own tears,'" He draws in a shuddering breath, closing his eyes momentarily before opening them- that was probably going a bit too far, "Look Rose, I just wanted to help, I can't just... just... stand by, okay? I'm obviously scared too, hell, I couldn't get my paws to move when I first caught a glimpse of everyone. I just wanted to be of some kind of use instead of sitting in this stupid den like I'm incapable of doing anything. I can't give Dragonflycliff 'er leg back, but I could run stuff they needed while they could focus on treatin' 'er. Don't misunderstand me."
He stares her down, leafy orbs unblinking until as he waits for some sort of confirmation from his older sister.
Chaos descended into camp with the attack patrol, bringing with them the stench of otters, blood, and fear.
Everyone in the patrol was injured. Bumblestar was down and he could see Spiderthroat collapsed on the ground, but hadn't seen him fall. Their father was covered in blood, so much that he couldn't even tell where exactly it was coming from: Was it his? Or the otters? Or the others? His stomach twisted with nausea. "Dad..." He croaked, his vision blurring with tears.
Almost all his siblings were in the clearing, all in various states of distress: some screaming, others frozen in stunned silence. There was nothing any of them could do for Dad, not right now. Wolfhawk and Hollowpaw were already working alongside the other warriors to tend to the wounded, giving instructions in sharp, focused tones.
But he knew there was one thing he could do: help support his siblings. Keep them grounded. Spiderthroat told him to take care of them before he left, and that was what he'd do.
"We need to give them space to work," He meowed to Beetlepaw and Spiderlingpaw, trying to keep his voice steady. "Let's stay together, yeah?"
He was enveloped in a strange sense of numb calm as he attempted to guide Spiderlingpaw [ @Star ] back to the others. Nearby, Butterflypaw [ @Idiotic.Bean.101 ] and Mantispaw [ @SillyLittleCherry ] had Beetlepaw's [ @Starfall ] side. He joined Hornetpaw [ @sleepyyjax ], Wasppaw [ @Dolomedes ], and Fleapaw [ @Fish ], drawing close to form a tight circle. And was that Dragonfly [ @Dreamheart ]? He refocused on everyone because that could wait for another time.
"It's okay, everyone. We've got each other. Dad an' the others will get through this, just like we will."
(Sorry if I missed anybody or switched people up. There are so many T.T)
- Wolfhawk -
- He/They - 14 Moons - ThunderClan Medicine Cat -
- A large dark brown tom with a darker back and lighter underbelly, a missing hind leg -
Wolf is not out as demi yet !!
tw; panic attack, self-hate, blood
He smelt blood before Bumblestar's voice. Wolfhawk had expected injuries, but not like dragonfly's. And not like everyone else. The brown tripod had emerged from his den, prepared to heal a slightly bloody and bruised patrol.
Not an absolute bloodbath.
Wolfhawk couldn't grasp it. Bumblestar choked out a few words before passing out. The patrol members were gravely wounded. Dragonflycliff had her leg ripped out. Where was sunsomeone? And-
Mudhound.
No.
His heart skipped a beat at the sight of his former mentor. Battered up. One of their legs looked wrong. Blood all over. Wolfhawk wanted to close his eyes shut. He needed to wake up, and hope that this was all some nightmare his mind was making. He wanted to scream, scream and cry and yell about how cruel it was. But they couldn't. It felt like a lump was stuck in his throat. He couldn't breathe.
He couldn't do anything. He was useless. He always has been. Hollow was already taking the reins. Maybe the tripod should leave. Go crawl up in a corner and cry.
But somewhere, in the back of his mind, a voice spoke.
Get up.
It wasn't a voice of someone he loved. He was telling himself that.
Get up you useless cat. Go help them. Your clan needs you. Bumble needs you. Mud needs you. Hollow needs you.
And so he did.
Wolfhawk was still panicking, his heart racing and blood roaring in his ears, but he made his way over, three legs shaky. Hollows already sent out a patrol, and they were already back with herbs. That was good.
"Get bumble in the den. It looks like she might have died. EVERYONE ELSE, LISTEN UP!" He called out. "If yer not hurt and just standing there, Make yerself useful or get goin. Brackenclaw, Risinstorm, Maplehaze, Sparrowpelt, Reddove, Treetiger! Get yer butts over here, now! Yer helpin me n hollows!" the tripod ordered, narrowing his green eyes. Some extra paws would be useful.
He diverted his attention back to his fellow medic and those who were injured by the otters. He hobbled over. "Hollow, we got an extra set of paws, choose who you want and i'll take the others," he informed the younger medic, puffing his fur out.
"Dragonflycliff is in our den," he told the deputy. "ALRIGHT LETS GET YOU LOT INTO THE DEN. AND CAN SOMEONE EXPLAINED WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?" he called out, hoping that all the cats would be able to hear them.
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| 2 moons | fluffy black n' white tom, deep blue eyes | "What're you lookin' at? I'm not afraid of you, ya know. Even if you are my elder."
HickoryKit looked around the clearing for someone to yap to.
[ open, bru im desperate lmao ]
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Icerose 14 moons Thunderclan
She saw that a cat had manedge his way over too her, she thout that his name was Boulderspot. ”Yes shourley, we can have a bit random talk.” It feal so good now when it is new-leaf and the prey pile is so big. she Said while trying too start an conversation. @Purely_K2
"Yeah, there is a lot of fresh-kill now!" Boulderspots was glad he didn't need to start the conversation, and instead could just run with the one Icerose started. "It's warm now, perfect for prey to come out, and honestly the same goes for us."
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Warmth coated her head as the other spoke, soothing licks calming her weeping eyes, "He'll come to undertand you one day.. you've just gotta wait for him to come around.."
Terror-stricken, bulging eyes had been sitting just outside the nursery as the sickening, mettalic scent washed over the clearing, suffocating her senses and nearly toppling her over with intensity. Mitekit had merely stepped outside to see if she could find Aunt Daisy, who she still hadn't run across since returning from the trip they had taken─Was she even here anymore?─when the patrol had burst into the space, taking the peace of the evening along with them.
She wasn't sure why the memory sprung up, her gaze locked onto the sight of Aunt Bumble sprawled on the ground and nearly lifeless, Spiderthroat... her dad, collaspsing right along side the leader, unmoving yet clamoured by the dozens of clanmates who had sprung into action. She couldn't think, couldn't move, she was frozen in place, watching the scene unfold. At some point, she was sure she seen various glimpses of her siblings, each in turn attempting to rush the larger tom, confirm their own fears, but she wasn't certain, the scents of the clan drowning in the revolting tang the crimson red left on her tongue.
Pelts rushed by in a blur, till she was almost trampled by a dashing apprentice, seemly rushing after the group that had gone to help Risingstorm. Or.. perhaps it was a kit? Her mind was too fogged to try and recognize the cats. Either way, he seemed to have been handled, as she finally shook off her daze, golden pupils darting around to locate where she had briefly noticed her siblings huddling together. Help..
While they were only a hop, skip, and a jump away, it was no doubt she was smaller than her littermates, if only a noticable bit. Unfortunately, navigating the lot of panicking cats, no one watching where they were walking and others trying to usher her back into the nursery, supposedly to shield her from the chaos, who knew really, it was all she could do to get a few rabbit leaps closer, before flattening herself as best as she could to the ground to not be shoved off, tears finally welling up in her eyes as she tired to screw them shut and spilling to the ground. With a deep, trembling breath, she mustered all the power she had into an earsplitting yowl, sure enough to be muted by the clammering in the clearing, but sure to be heard by who she needed most,
"SPIDERLINGPAW!!"
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- Wolfhawk -
- He/They - 14 Moons - ThunderClan Medicine Cat -
- A large dark brown tom with a darker back and lighter underbelly, a missing hind leg -
Wolf is not out as demi yet !!
tw; panic attack, self-hate, blood
He smelt blood before Bumblestar's voice. Wolfhawk had expected injuries, but not like dragonfly's. And not like everyone else. The brown tripod had emerged from his den, prepared to heal a slightly bloody and bruised patrol.
Not an absolute bloodbath.
Wolfhawk couldn't grasp it. Bumblestar choked out a few words before passing out. The patrol members were gravely wounded. Dragonflycliff had her leg ripped out. Where was sunsomeone? And-
Mudhound.
No.
His heart skipped a beat at the sight of his former mentor. Battered up. One of their legs looked wrong. Blood all over. Wolfhawk wanted to close his eyes shut. He needed to wake up, and hope that this was all some nightmare his mind was making. He wanted to scream, scream and cry and yell about how cruel it was. But they couldn't. It felt like a lump was stuck in his throat. He couldn't breathe.
He couldn't do anything. He was useless. He always has been. Hollow was already taking the reins. Maybe the tripod should leave. Go crawl up in a corner and cry.
But somewhere, in the back of his mind, a voice spoke.
Get up.
It wasn't a voice of someone he loved. He was telling himself that.
Get up you useless cat. Go help them. Your clan needs you. Bumble needs you. Mud needs you. Hollow needs you.
And so he did.
Wolfhawk was still panicking, his heart racing and blood roaring in his ears, but he made his way over, three legs shaky. Hollows already sent out a patrol, and they were already back with herbs. That was good.
"Get bumble in the den. It looks like she might have died. EVERYONE ELSE, LISTEN UP!" He called out. "If yer not hurt and just standing there, Make yerself useful or get goin. Brackenclaw, Risinstorm, Maplehaze, Sparrowpelt, Reddove, Treetiger! Get yer butts over here, now! Yer helpin me n hollows!" the tripod ordered, narrowing his green eyes. Some extra paws would be useful.
He diverted his attention back to his fellow medic and those who were injured by the otters. He hobbled over. "Hollow, we got an extra set of paws, choose who you want and i'll take the others," he informed the younger medic, puffing his fur out.
"Dragonflycliff is in our den," he told the deputy. "ALRIGHT LETS GET YOU LOT INTO THE DEN. AND CAN SOMEONE EXPLAINED WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?" he called out, hoping that all the cats would be able to hear them.
Brackenclaw- He/him, 26 moons old, Thunderclan Hornet. Purrks: Just a Scratch.
Brackenclaw would come over at Wolfhawk's call the large Maine Coon stayed silent but would respectfully dip his head before looking back up and wait for where Wolfhawk wanted him.
Beetlepaw
He/Him | (good LORD there's so MANY. We can use this as a posting order reset. Future posting order will be in the order of who posts 'first' from this point on /w\ just to keep things neat n easy.)
He was stopped. Skidding to a halt and barely missing running into Butterflypaw. His usual expression that he'd shown his siblings, gone. Instead replaced with a snarled expression. Ears angled back, tail fluffing in anger and dread. He wasn't angry at her. He wasn't. He was just scared. He didn't know how to re-direct it. He didn't know how to actually express it.
Just as he opened his maw to speak out, to yell, the other's shuffled nearby. A few were still missing. Dragonflykit appeared out of nowhere. For a split moment, his mind decided that since it was too hard to focus on his dad. He'd siphen his emotions to her.
"You." his voice was low, it crackled. Head whipping to look at Dragonflykit. Sauntering in and attempting to smooth things over as if she were here the whole time. As if she was here to watch dad go, unhurt, unharmed. As if she hadn't been missing for moons without so much as a WORD.
What did she know? Popping in last second to act like a mediator? In a quick motion Beetlepaw turned on his heel and made his way towards the formerly missing sibling. "SHUT UP." a bark. "You've been gone for MOONS. Now, all of a sudden you're back, and think you know what's HAPPENING?!" a hiss. "Acting so mature after running of for MOONS because you're too much of a WIMP to be A WARRIOR!!"
He didn't mean any of it. He knew that, wholeheartedly. He was so happy she was back. She was alive. He hated what he was saying the moment they came out of his mouth. But he also couldn't stop it. He couldn't re-direct his emotions. She didn't know what he was saying wasn't how he truly felt. He knew.
As he was yelling. Tears streamed from his face. Dad was dying. Aunty Bumble looked like she was dead, formerly missing siblings were back, and now their final sibling also came back. It was too much.
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Risingstorm made his way into camp herbs in his maw as he made his way over to hollowpaw dropping the herbs down “ i hope we all brought enough he meowed waiting for the others to arrive so he can have a stern talking with drizzlepaw and rosepaw.
Rosepaw would make an effort to stay closer to Drizzlepaw's side as they made it back to camp, in her defense, she hand't realized that her sibling would follow her stupid decision so quickly. Risingstorm's 'we'll talk later' lingering in her mind. No matter, what she and Drizzle did was for the best of the clan- wholeheartedly. She would at the very least plead Drizzle's case and make sure that if anyone got in trouble it would be her over him.
The apprentice gently laid down the cobwebs and juniper berries that she found where Risingstorm had dropped his off and looked to Drizzle, waiting for her brother to do the same. Did Risingstorm want to talk to them now? After all, there wasn't much else anyone but medicine cats could do at this point. Rosepaw wasn't sure so she waited, except now that she was here giving herbs to Hollowpaw and Wolfhawk, she was a little more sure about how necessary it felt to have gone after the patrol. After all, no one else had gathered the berries that Hollowpaw had needed.
☆｡. o Drizzlepaw
❧ Thunderclan Apprentice | He/Him
❧ Bewitched [Damp!] [Permanently Active], The Collector [Permanently Active], Killer Aptitude [Too Young]"Don't cry. Don't despair. Now's not the time for that."
as he padded behind risingstorm and the others, he held his head low, drizzlepaw had probably caused a scene as he ran out of camp, chasing after his sister. at least he was useful. that would likely weigh into his punishment, right? right...?
he placed down the herbs, cobwebs and moss he had gathered, and turned towards risingstorm. "i'm sorry." was all he said, his ears drooped, avoiding looking into his mentors eyes.
⋆⁺‧₊☽The Thorn-Crowned Amazon☾₊‧⁺⋆
☆-Pineblossom-☆
[She/Her]
{32 Moons}
~Straight~
"And I can go anywhere I want, anywhere I want, just not home."
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Pineblossom walked in alongside the rest of the patrol, and brought the herbs to Hollowpaw.
With a nod to the patrol, Hollowpaw accepts the help in bringing the plethora of herbs into storage, barely even stopping to glance sideways at the two who weren't asked to go.
The very tom she's agonizing over is suddenly by her side, murmuring 'I'm here.' She wants to snap 'I can see that, you mousebrain!' but that wouldn't help anything, it's not right for her to take her distress out on her poor mate. So instead she just tilts her chin up, meeting him dead in the eyes, her face wet with tears.
"Acornfall, don't go."
She knows the request is selfish, she realizes he'll probably do it anyway- but she has to at least try to stop him. She can't handle him going off, she couldn't live with herself if he came back with his leg torn off or even worse, dragged back as... as... She rapidly blinks away another flood of tears, hyperventilating as she turns her eyes back to the green and brown surface she lies on. But she knows that won't be enough, those three words couldn't possibly convince him. So the smaller molly shakily meets his gaze again, resisting the urge to bury herself in her husband's fur and never pull away again. Her expression is not one she could possibly comprehend the meaning of, but to others it's clear as day how much she's suffering at the very thought of loosing him- so much so that she doesn't even react when her daughter comes out from the safety of the nursery and is swiftly shooed away. She can't bring herself to comfort her, not even to give her a reassuring smile. Smiling seems like an impossible task at the moment.
"Just... don't volunteer. For once in your life, don't volunteer," Her voice breaks, "I couldn't bear to see you come back like that, or even worse-"
She can't finish the sentence, her body shaking as she weeps.
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