Lynxpaw was in the apprentices' den when the chaos unfolded. The yowling was what woke him from his nap, and the thundering pawsteps in the clearing sent a bolt of panic straight to his heart. Were they under attack?! Pelt bushed out in a combination of fear and anxiety, he darted out of the den to see what was happening.
Luckily, they weren't under attack. Unluckily, the patrol Bumblestar had sent out not long ago has returned bloody and beaten. Lynxpaw's eyes flickered back and forth in horror has he took in his wounded Clanmates, not able to tell if they were alive. It took a moment for him to calm down in the chaos of everyone running around, but he soon realized that standing and staring wouldn't help anyone.
The apprentice made his way through the crowd, intent on gleaning any information that would allow him to render aid when he nearly steps on a kit. They were frozen, staring at the bloody scene. At least this is something Lynxpaw can deal with. Or so he thought.
"Dovekit, why don't we bring prey to the medicine—"
The single word, snarled out in a low hiss with a razor's edge, sliced through whatever the end of that was going to be. Sniped it right from the air between them that thickened with tension in the aftermath of this brute nearly tripping on her, momentarily drawing Dovekit’s focus away from Spiderthroat. Her expression, once blank as she stood frozen at the brutal scene, now had darkened dangerously — the smallest glimpse into the storm raging inside.
Dovekit’s glacial mask turned on Lynxpaw. A slow, mechanical sweep of her dead-cold gaze, letting the catastrophic miscalculation that was his very presence — his attempted approach — sink into him. He needed to know what he had done.
Prey? No. For this unwitting fool, it was time for pray.
Dovekit’s claws curled in the dirt, anchors in the whirlwind that ripped out of her into a sickening venom-laced whisper.
"You simple, feebleminded pelican.” Dovekit bristled, pulled taut like a coil ready to snap. “Do I strike you as a common errand-seeking set of paws waiting to be ordered around by some no-name apprentice? Take your fluff-brained gestures of hospitality to the otters. They will at least enjoy the sport of separating you from your clumsy, oafish limbs," Dovekit gritted through clenched teeth and spared the briefest of glances at those STUPID legs that had almost stepped on her, "if they cannot find solidarity in your idiocy.Get out of my sight.”
Incensed at his audacity to be standing there at all, made worse by a patronizing attitude, everything was ablaze in Dovekit while her exterior embodied groaning ice on the verge of collapse.
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Fluffy leopard-spotted she-cat with dichroic eyes and a scar covering half her face.
She/Her | 28 Moons | + every 19th | ThunderClan Warrior | Sweet but Deadly
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Did she feel guilty? Yes. Her own apprentice was disappointed because of the stunt she pulled. Her apprentice. A cat much younger than her. But was she going to let that get to her and sulk like a moody apprentice? Hell no. The rosetted she-cat spotted her former apprentice in the clearing, clearly looking for someone to train her. She had that spark in her eyes, that look when she wanted to prove herself.
"Sunrisepaw," She called, slowly padding up to the tortoiseshell feline. "I... Apologise for the embarrassment I caused both you and myself. It... Well, I'm not going to make excuses, but you don't know the full story, do you?" She fixed her single-eyed gaze on Sunrisepaw's.
"I'm willin' to take you training. One mistake doesn't make me any less of a warrior." She murmured softly, as if she was talking to a kit. She wasn't usually like that, not to an apprentice, but she couldn't help it.
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’Rise narrowed her eyes as she saw Mothflame approaching, restraining a groan. What now? But she listened quietly as the rosetted warrior apologized, though her gaze remained hard and her tail still lashed in annoyance. “One mistake doesn't make me any less of a warrior.” At this, she scoffed softly. “Tell that to my brother.” She grumbled, knowing full well that Mothflame would know exactly what she was referring to. But she waved her tail before the warrior could respond, she was in no way comparing Mothflame’s error to the cat that birthed her. ‘Rise was angry, distrustful, but not stupid.
“You know as well as I do that depends entirely on the mistake.” She snapped, though she hid how much those words hit home for her. Still…adults could not be trusted. The dilute tortie rose to her paws, shaking out her pelt. “Let’s go then.” She huffed, nodding at Mothflame. Had she forgiven the warrior? Maybe…she still liked the warrior. Her ferocity and courage. Not that she’d admit that openly. Though the hardness in his gaze had waned somewhat…likely betraying the fact that she wanted desperately to be able to trust Mothflame.
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Risingstorm let out a small rumble from his throat as he looked around for Raccoonpaw, the hornet coudnt spot the apprentice Raccoonpaw get your ass over here he growled his green eyes slightly narrowed waiting for the apprentice.
Once the apprentice walked up risingstorm didnt waste a moment Raccoonpaw, I gave you simple orders of going on a hunting patrol with two warriors and you failed to do that. If you dont want to put in the effort to be a warrior of this clan then you can leave… You are exiled for two weeks maybe that will teach you a lesson he meowed quite it was an easy task to do just hunting. Risingstorms fur bristled slightly before laying slightly flat along his back after two weeks me or one of my hornets will come and get you, In the meantime dont set paw on thunderclan territory he finished of bluntly.
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[ Hello! Raccoonpaw has been temporarily exiled for two weeks for failing to complete the hunting patrol by the due date, he can rejoin on may 6th. During this time he should not be seen on thunderclan territory.
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Why was— no, why was Muddy moving so much!? Doesn’t Bumbly have MORE lives to spare? If Bumblystar dies, she’d still have a few lives left to spare. One. Muddy only has one. Why is- no, no Quacky doesn’t wanna imagine it. She doesn’t. Move, Quackpaw. Move. You’re not gonna help anyone standing there doing nothing. Muddy, what are you doing!?? Muddy has to..they HAVE to live. Move Quackpaw. Go, what was she waiting for?!
Claws dug into the ground, she momentarily ripped her gaze away from the scene. She just. Breathe. And think. Hollow..Hollowpaw was..he was there? But he..he grabbed Bumbly first. Muddy was still OUT THERE. Mauled. Injured. Unhealed. Muddy can’t die. They can’t. That’s just how things worked. Wolfhawk. Where’s Wolfhawk??? And. And Sprucey. They needed Sprucey too. Wolfhawk and Sprucey. But her eyes. They can’t focus
“Muddy!” it was at this point she forced herself to move. Forced herself to run up to Muddy. Face it. Face reality. The reality she wants to wake up from. To think it’s fake but it’s real. She hated it. She hated it all. She hated it all. Everything. The otters. Why did THIS happen. How could you expect her to see it coming!? “Muddyyy, why— no—just, Bumbly’ll be fine—” would she really be fine? Or was Quackpaw just trying to convince Muddy to just..stay still? Quackpaw may be a small cat, but if she was good at something, it’d be finding away to be an obstacle in a cat’s life “—just..just stay still for now....I don’t wanna see anything…any other bad thing happening— Bumbly…Bumblystar’s…gonna get some healing and you’ll be healed too and we..we can do fun lessons together after this..” she was just trying to tell herself that. To grasp and cling onto whatever other hope she had left. Muddy can’t die. She was talkative, but that didn’t mean she had a lot of friends. Muddy. No. They can’t die.
“You don’t have multiple lives, Muddy..” the red on Muddy’s fur..she didn’t even know if those came from Muddy themself or Bumbly. Both. She knew it was both. And she hated the sight. She hated the thought. She hated everything about it. Muddy..Muddy needed to be brown furred! Like mud! Muddy was supposed to be stained in mud! Not…not cat blood..no..she’ll get in the way and be a nuisance and not allow them to move however much she wants. Cause Muddy can’t die, and Muddy..Muddy won’t die and—and it’s something she chants repeatedly in her mind. Constantly.
Dustkit stood still, his eyes wide as he watched Hollowpaw rush around, his voice sharp with orders. His heart was pounding in his chest, and he couldn't tear his gaze away from Bumblestar, lying there so still. The sight of the leader, usually so powerful and commanding, now injured and vulnerable, left him feeling uncertain.
"wha- what happened?" dustkit stutters, as he watches the yowl of commands fill the air.
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