MISTCLAN { revamped and OPEN c: }

I had a huge post typed up and my internet went out. hold on cx ]

Sandeyes hissed, darting in front of his apprentice. "Pearpaw, STOP," he commanded, barring her movement with his tail, before running toward his leader. While unsure if the small apprentice would listen, he could think of nothing but protecting his leader and friend at the moment. Fear scent — his own — mixed with the bitter scent of fox, and he shuddered as he saw it behind his leader.

Miststar whipped around, hissing loudly. She unsheathed her claws, and stared at the brown-red creature, dropping into a battle stance. With a yowl, she leapt, but it was a moment too late. The large creature, only slightly bigger than Sandeyes but much bigger than the wiry leader, crashed into her, sending her flying into a tree.

Sandeyes faltered, his eyes going wide as his leader's body hit a large tree with a deafening thud, and sickening crack that had to be some kind of bone. Yowling, he lunged at the fox, eyes wild and teeth bared. He found a soft spot of fur in the shoulder of the animal with his teeth, and lashed his back claws out until he hit skin. The fox shook him off, and he skidded to a halt in the sand, breathing heavily as he looked for Ashlight.

Snarling, the fox released Ashlight as one of the warrior's claws snagged its flank. It lunged for the gray warrior, but was knocked away as Sandeyes barreled into it, sending sand spraying everywhere. "We're going to have to kill it!" he yowled, as the fox pushed itself back up onto its paws. Scarlet drops of blood streamed down its pelt. "Go for the stomach... I'll try for its' neck."

Spitting blood from his mouth, he hurled himself at the fox again, putting all his weight down on it and struggling to find a place in its throat with his fangs as it writhed around, trying to shake the large cat off. Its' fear-scent began rising, and Sandeyes prayed for victory as he found his mark, clamping down with all the strength he had.

Miststar lay motionless, sprawled against the tree. Blood had began streaming in a small trickle from a gash in the back of her neck, and was now pouring as the wound opened to the air.

Sandeyes moaned as he released the fox and turned to look at his clanmates. He seemed to be the one in the best shape, other than the apprentice, but the fox had found its mark on him many times. His brown fur was slicked and matted with blood in places. "Ashlight, will you be okay to watch them while I run back to camp?" he asked, examining the tom's wounds from where he stood. "I will probably be faster, but I can send Pearpaw if you would prefer me to stand guard with you."

With a grunt, Sandeyes nodded, and sped off in the direction of the camp. Kicking up dust and leaves as he ran, he winced as he felt his wounds rip open more. I'm okay.. I've got this. With a rush of adrenaline and a burst of energy, he bounded into the camp minutes later, and skidded to a halt beside the medicine den. "Nightstorm! It's Miststar."

The medicine cat hurtled out of the medicine den, eyes wide. "Where is she?" he demanded.

Sandeyes groaned, and slunk to the ground. "The training hollow."

Nightstorm grunted. "Stay here. I will go myself." He ran back into his den, grabbed some herbs and bundled them together, then came back out. He dropped a leaf with poppy seeds wrapped in it in front of the large warrior. "Eat three of these - for the pain," he hissed between the herbs, then barreled out of the camp.


[ I have to go to sleep my dear, I have school tomorrow! goodnight! ]

Miststar twitched her left ear, and groaned a low, guttural sound. A helpless sound. A sound that no Clan cat should ever have to hear their leader utter.

Nightstorm finally arrived, and dropped his herbs, panting. "Move back," he growled shortly, nudging between the two cats to take a look at his sister. She had a huge gash on the back of her neck, near her head, that was pooling blood. Grabbing comfrey roots and dock leaves between his jaws, he began to chew them into a poultice, and when finished, spat them onto the wound. He frowned as his sister winced - the dock juices probably stung. Then he snagged some cobweb with his claws and applied them over the poultice, putting a good amount of pressure on the wound.

"Miststar, can you hear me? I'm going to need you to chew some of these poppy seeds okay?" He glanced at the other two cats. "She's lost a life. She is not in good shape. We may need to keep her here; I'm afraid to move her because it is a neck injury."