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Post by sweetclover1 on Apr 19, 2020 18:05:42 GMT -5
Frogleap nodded, because it made sense that they weren't actually looking for survivors next time, maybe just a little proud that he was given more attention that he usually wouldn't get. He was a younger warrior, after all, and inexperienced. So even with how serious this was supposed to be, well, at least his own voice was being heard and he was happy about that. "Right, well. Maybe we'll be lucky this time and we won't have to rush back. As much as I don't like you Windclan cats trying to push our boundaries, " He paused for dramatic affect and wrinkled his nose.
But it felt almost forced- like he had to say this and that he was playing a part and parroting what his clanmates had said- because he had always been one of the Shadowclan cats that were somewhat friendly, or at least not outright vicious, to the Windclan patrols. "I don't want them to be completely destroyed. Not the whole clan. That just... doesn't sound right." Shadeleap and Foxstep murmured their agreement, clearly thrown off balance because of everything that was going on, and quiet for once.
especially as the smell of death continued to get stronger, to the point where the three young warriors couldn't stand the smell and wanted to go back, frozen for a few moments as they walked past the dead cats that were supposed to be guarding the entrance to the camp. Frogleap let out a soft gasp, his hackles fully raised, because the cats were barely recognizable and flies were already buzzing around.
He could hear the buzzing, even from out of the camp, and froze when he followed Jasminefur into the camp and saw the carnage that was inside. Frogleap couldn't help it, and stumbled when Foxstep (And then Shadeleap) ran into his frozen form. The three young warriors just stood there in shock, because while Bogstar had warned them that this was going to be bad and disturbing, it was hard to actually believe them until... well, until they saw it.
"Great Starclan." Foxstep finally managed in a strangled voice as Shadeleap took a step back, before realizing that they were blocking the entrance and forcing her paws forward if only because she was a warrior and they had a mission to do. "I think if anyone was alive in the camp they would have taken care of the..." Shadeleaps voice faded out , eyes dark as they tried to take it all in because it was a lot and she wasn't sure if she'd be able to actually sleep after this.
It was hard to really acknowledge that this was real and horrifying because all of these cats had been slaughtered. Starclan, even the apprentices and kits weren't spared- but these weren't cats, not clan cats. The ones who had attacked windlcan were dogs and didn't discriminate like a clan cat might had. If Shadowclan had been attacking, they would have left the apprentices, the queens and kits, alive but here?
Everyone was dead and Shadeleap felt bile rise in her throat.
"W-what can we do, Jasminefur?" Frogleap finally asked, quiet.
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Post by Shadowkit on Apr 19, 2020 19:06:41 GMT -5
"Oh, Star..." Violetdapple's jaw dropped open as she squeezed past the blockade that was forming at the entrance to the Windclan camp. Her voice failed her as her moon-sized eyes drifted around the camp, from broken body to broken body; warriors, apprentice, and little scraps that must have been kits. She felt an intense sickness building in her stomach as the flies circled the camp and the dead cats and the awful stench of death permeated it without a respite.
"Oh...my..." Her gaze slowly settled back on Jasminefur, who was gazing around at all the different cats. "I'm so sorry," She almost had to choke the words out, thinking of all of the cats alive around her and those still at camp. Pinepaw, Maplepaw, the other apprentices, the kits, Bogstar, her father... "What if this had been..."Even the sour and bitter burr couldn't hold back his complete shock. His face screwed up in disgust and his mouth fell agape all the same as he gazed about the camp. Words failed him as he tried to think of an exclamation that would capture the horror of looking at this. He started slowly shaking his head, his mind racing at how powerful these dogs must have been to be able to do this.Oakpaw was the last in, only managing to get through when the cohort of warriors forced themselves to move further in. She grew concerned as they stood frozen at the entrance, and the tension began prickling through her fur like ants as she wondered how bad it was.
When she stepped through and got an image of what was beyond the warriors, Oakpaw gasped in shock as her heart skipped a beat. Immediately, her legs started to shake and her breathing grew rapid and panicked. The stench of death was disgusting and she had to fight not to let it start overtaking her ability to breath. As she looked from body to body, she stopped on a body lying just outside the WindClan medicine cat's den, though she didn't know which den it was, and she recognized the face of the WindClan medicine cat's apprentice. His body was rendered a mess by several bite wounds and a sea of blood throughout his fur, and Oakpaw began emitting a low whimper.
Violetdapple stepped closer to her and murmured for the apprentice to look away. "Let's get some herbs," the warrior cooed, but even as Violetdapple stepped in front of her and cut her gaze off from the apprentice, she couldn't help but let terrible thoughts start flowing through her mind. What if that were Maplepaw, or Pinepaw? No one could heal that! Her anxiety skyrocketed out of the camp as she imagined a hundred ways her siblings could be brought back to camp, broken beyond any hope of cobwebs and marigold doing anything. She let herself be steered as Violetdapple turned about and took place at her side, still blocking the view of as much of the carnage as the warrior could.Jasminefur was mourning in his head, bitterness spreading through him like a flooding river as he saw the fly-stained bodies of his clanmates. Suddenly, paying his respects didn't seem so great an idea, but he forced his pawsteps ahead as he again searched the sea of corpses.
He stopped at two blood-soaked cats, lying side by side near the warriors den. A choked sob escaped him as he looked down at them, the dull grey eyes and cold features of their faces the only way he could recognize them as his parents. He bent down, touching his nose briefly to the forehead of his mother, then his father, before he rose and fought back tears that were aching to surge out of his eyes.
Oh, Starclan. Am I really alone now? He only turned about when he thought the tears were sufficiently fought off, and he turned around and padded back closer to the rest of the patrol. "That's the medicine cat's den," He quietly murmured, indicating the den with his tail as he said so. He thought about Frogleap's question, which he had left unanswered for awhile, as he gazed between the various Shadowclan cats. "I want to bury them, but it would take your whole clan half a day to do so." He mewed miserably, the thought of leaving them here still an abhorrent one. "I...I just need to look for any scents. Any possibility that a cat made it out. At this point, one more WindClan cat alive is a blessing." He mewed sadly. "I say grab whatever herbs you can now. I don't think we should bring her back here," He mewed, his gaze turning to Oakpaw as Violetdapple tried to guide her towards the medicine cat's den. She shouldn't have come. She shouldn't have scene this barbarism.
"Then let's...check for scents outside, I guess. I'm probably the only one who can detect it, but...If you would accompany me anyways, I would really..." His gaze shifted around the cat's who were looking at him, the three young warriors and the side-eyeing grumpy burr.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Apr 20, 2020 9:04:27 GMT -5
Foxstep was ready to high tail it out of there the moment that he saw the bodies and he had no idea why anyone thought it was a good idea to let Oakpaw go when it was this bad. Maybe he should have just trusted Bogstar from the beginning- the tom wasn't the type to over exaggerate things, after all, and right now he was beginning to question why he had doubted their leader to begin with because the tom had always been transparent with his clan.
So he just stayed where he was, right at the entrance of the clan, because he didn't think he could take any more of it. Violetdapple seemed to be the only one who was able to think straight- and was quickly moving to protect the young apprentice from any more of the sight. That was good- at least. Maybe she would be able to get Oakpaw out of here before anything else went wrong and she would be safe. Maybe they all would be and they could get back to the relative safety of the shadow clan camp- all he could do was hope that Bogstar had a plan just in case those dogs wanted more cats after their first taste, the thought making him sick as he looked over at Frogleap and Shadeleap, who were slowly following Jasminefur with hackles raised.
Frogleap was the closest to Jasminefur, his ears flat against his ears, still fighting the bile that was threatening to rise out of his throat a the sight and smell of what used to be the Windclan camp. It was horrifying to see- and the fact that there were so many dead... he didn't like the thought of it as he continued to follow the Windclan cat. The more he saw, the more he doubted that anyone survived this, that it was a miracle that Cherrypaw was still breathing.
Yet- he didn't want to crush the other toms dreams of finding survivors and kept his mouth carefully shut for the time being.
The three young warriors- again, it was a rare sight to see the three of them not together- were all eager to look for any survivors because that meant getting out of the horrific nightmare that was supposed to be a camp. They might have been a little selfish at this, not offering to carry any herbs, but they could have a few warriors come back at some point tomorrow to pick them up, without Oakpaw there. So... they were less concerned about that, plus the smell of dog was so strong that they didn't want to be caught off guard too.
"We'll go with you," Shadeleap promised, taking over as speaker for their trio, looking over at a somber Foxstep and a shaken Frogleap before turning her attention back to Jasminefur and tilted her head up just a little. No matter how sick she felt, how horrified she was that the camp had basically been turned into a graveyard now, she wasn't going to let her emotions be read this easily when her two friends were in a state.
"Yeah- we. We'll help you find anyone if they're still alive." Frogleap managed, but his voice sounded a little strained, eyes focused on the camp before he tore them away to look at Jasminefur with worried amber eyes. His grey and white pelt was certainly fluffed out by now, but he had never been the type to hide his feelings, even if it was expected for most Shadowclan warriors to do.
"What should we look out for? Is there any hiding places that they might go to?" She asked, already heading towards the entrance, because the further away from this place the better in her opinion. Oakpaw and Violetdapple would be able to find them- heck, they might be done grabbing herbs before they had the chance to actually leave- and thhen they would be able to go home.
Not to far away from the camp, still close enough to smell the dogs and death but hidden enough that the dogs had seemingly been unable to find them, a small kit was sitting infront of an abandoned entrance to their tunnels, his sandy brown fur dotted with scratches and a bite that certainly looked infected, pale green eyes looking from one place to another, obviously terrified but trying to be brave so he could protect what he thought was the last Windclan cat ever. He was only five moons old, but small for his age, being the runt of the litter he'd been born into and still had some kit-fluff on him. Somehow, he hadn't been killed like his littermates had been, and now it was his job to protect someone who he was so scared of losing. He tried to put cobwebs on the warriors wounds- but he was a kit and didn't know anything about injuries. His name was Ryekit and he was determined to keep the she cat hidden within the tunnel's entrance safe. This was opposite of his typical personality- he'd always been a timid kit, who was more than happy to watch his littermates play fight instead of be apart of it himself.
It didn't help that he was more often than not in the medicine cats den with some sort of ailment or injury- he was just little and sickly. His sister, Antkit, often complained that their names should have been switched because he was more like an Ant than she was. So having him sitting there, tall and a bit terrified, would certainly be a surprise to anyone else. (Just for whenever they find the kit, I wanted to introduce him so you know what he looks like, what his name was, etc.. Also I changed Frogleaps description just a little bit so he's a grey and white tom now.)
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Post by Shadowkit on Apr 20, 2020 13:58:43 GMT -5
(Got it~ thank you!) Violetdapple's pelt prickled with frustration and sympathy as she guided Oakpaw into the den and, thankfully, saw no corpses within. Why hadn't she said more? She had voiced her opposition to bringing the apprentice, but before she knew it they were bunched up and ready to go on the patrol and Oakpaw was with them. She should of said more, and judging by the wide eyes and shaky steps of the apprentice, Violetdapple didn't think this was going to be leaving her memory any time soon. Sighing quietly, she looked to the herbs. "Come on, Oakpaw. Set those down and make some more to carry. I'll bring them outside the camp," She instructed, eyeing outside of the den where she heard the warriors discussing going out in search for survivors.
"Carry these," Violetdapple emerged from the medicine cat's den holding two bundles Oakpaw had brought, placing them in between the cohort of cats. "And wait just a moment." She returned after a minute, when Oakpaw had made another bundle, and she had two more to carry out. Then, she returned to the den and guided Oakpaw back out, carrying three more of the bundles of herbs between the two of them--certainly, Twistedpath was going to appreciate this haul.Jasminefur would have shown some of the gratitude he was feeling if he wasn't feeling so miserable at his surroundings and the death of his parents. "Thank you," He quietly murmured. "The moorlands sprawl for quite a ways, and I don't think there are many foxholes or anything like that, at least not close by--and they wouldn't stay close, I'm sure, if they could avoid it." He resisted the urge to take a deep breath, knowing that was going to be incredibly unpleasant. Once as many of the herbs they were going to be carrying were out of the den, he tried deciding on a plan.
"We should obviously not separate," He sighed, knowing that as much as he wanted to cover more ground to increase their odds of finding more scents, it would be extremely dangerous if any dogs were still around. "I can't guess what way they would have gone in their panic, but I think we did have to fight a fox off several moons back. It made a hole with its cubs. It...its a far chance, it could have collapsed by now." He gave a heavier sigh. "I'll be checking for scents as we go."Ferntooth was still not for risking their own pelts to find some stray WindClan cats at the risk of getting mauled by dogs, but the camp was putting him in a special state of speechlessness, and as they were ordered to pick up herbs he figured he didn't need to be reckoning with Twistedpath amidst all of this. Oakpaw looked plenty shaken, and though he had a special dislike of the apprentice, he struggled to imagine an apprentice that wouldn't be so impacted by this. Whether he judged her or not, he wasn't going to stand for being out searching for the WindClanner's sake for long.His eyes were going to be out for any WindClan cat, but Cherrypaw had raised his hopes of finding his sister, and he was going to be looking for her, searching for her scent. He began stepping towards the exit of the camp, struggling to pull himself out of the camp again as he thought of the lives of all of the cats he was leaving behind, to fill the camp with death stench. He left without another word, his paws aching.
Violetdapple was the first out after Jasminefur, with Oakpaw pressed against her side for support. He turned back to await the rest of them, his gaze sad and morose as he occasionally glanced about, trying to see if there was anyone to be seen. When it seemed like they were all filed out and ready to go, he turned his muzzle to the air, and took in a deep scent of the air.
He struggled not to gag as the first and most powerful scent was that of the pack of dogs, and he couldn't hold back a cough as he forced himself to push through it in search for anything that it was covering. "N-nothing yet," He choked out with a second cough. "Let's go towards that foxhole I mentioned. That's the only place I can think they'd be if they're still on the territory." He padded forward, taking the lead as he was followed by Violetdapple and Oakpaw, and more hesitantly by Ferntooth.
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Rosepelt lie inside of the foxhole, her breathing painful as she had been drifting in and out of an uneasy sleep. Nightmares of dogs plagued her unendingly and as she finally stirred for more than a few moments, looking around with confusion, it all came back to her, the living nightmare that they were in.
She hissed at the throbbing of her various cuts and the awfully bitten hind leg that lay atop the uninjured right one. Ryekit had done the best the little kit could, but she already knew it was getting infected, and she was going to be in real trouble before long. She glanced up to the exit where light was peeking through, realizing the little kit was standing just outside in vigil of the foxhole. Oh, Starclan, what have you done to us? That this scared little furball has to guard me? "Ryekit, please be careful. Keep your head down. You have to stay safe, sweetie." She called out with a pained mew. If the tiny kit got hurt defending her...
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Post by Shadowkit on Apr 20, 2020 16:26:06 GMT -5
(New color on the way!
hahahahaha i burst out laughing And sure that should work, Jasminefur is overfocused on finding his sister so one of them can catch the scent he is tuned out of and find the kit in front of the foxhole)
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Post by sweetclover1 on Apr 21, 2020 10:24:19 GMT -5
(Thank you~)
In all honesty, the last thing that Frogleap wanted to do was separate and he was relieved when Jasminefur had voiced his own thoughts. Not that many cats would actually want to do so- but before they had gotten here, Ferntooth was all about "not risking the lives of his own cats", so he was halfway expecting some kind of argument from him... which never came. It made sense, he supposed, because he was beyond shocked at what he saw and maybe it humbled him just a little. Frogleap was well aware that this was a bit of a punishment for him- and for his friends, too.
They weren't as outspoken about their own doubts of what had happened here, but still gossiped within their little group, and Bogstar had over heard. He was a bit ashamed of that, especially now, realizing that Bogstar had been completely correct and it made him feel sick to his stomach. At least they would be able to leave the camp soon, go back home in relative safety after they searched the Moors, feeling a bit overwhelmed when Jasminefur described how big the Moorlands actually were and dipped his head, deferring to him.
It didn't matter that Ferntooth was head of the patrol- Jasminefur was the one who knew the territory and he was more willing to follow him since he was familiar with it. He picked up some bundles of herbs when Violetdapple dropped them infront of him, still watching the former Windclan cat with some form of sorrow in his gaze. He couldn't' imagine what it would be like to know you were one of the few survivors of a clan- if he'd lost Foxstep or Shadeleap... losing his own parents to a stupid skirmish and his sister to green cough had been hard enough, but losing everyone at once?
It sounded impossible.
Shadeleap took her own bundle, eyeing Ferntooth, halfway expecting him to protest but instead he just... followed instructions. He was as shocked as the rest of them, then, and didn't protest as they all slowly made their way out of the camp. The stench of dog was still so much, though, and she wasn't surprised when the Windclan cat gagged on the scent. To her, it would make sense to get at least a little further away, where the stench of dog didn't overpower everything.
"When we head back... should we go a different route? Or find water?" Her voice trialed off, looking over at the young apprentice, not wanting to scare her more so she just stared at Ferntooth, hoping that he caught on to what she was saying: what if the dogs came back and followed their scent all the way back to their camp? Surely they should cover themselves with mud, or water, or boht to throw their trail off before going home? And even then, making it a difficult task, zigzagging through their forest to make sure they were lost.
She didn't voice all of this, didn't want to have Oakpaw stay up at night worried that they would be coming, but if the dogs made their way to Shadowclan camp because of them... well. It would be unforgivable even if they managed to lose one cat because of it. She shook out her fur, trying to think of ways that they could further protect against the dogs, just in case because clearly an entire clan wasn't a match for them.
Frogleap had slipped past Violetdapple and Oakpaw, only slowing down to walk side by side with Jasminefur, ears perked up as he tried to listen for anything that could possibly be survivors, not wanting to sniff out anything just yet because clearly they weren't out of the dog stench just yet. As they neared the fox hole he froze, because he could have sworn he heard something... And Foxstep was the one who piped up- although he wasn't surprised at that. He'd always had sensitive ears.
"Hey- did you hear that? It... sounded like..." He paused, because he couldn't figure it out until a tiny bundle of fur launched itself at him, the russet tom yelping in surprise and swatting whatever it was away, which... it turned out to be a very scared and angry kit, glaring up at him with amber eyes. "G-get out of th-this territory, I-it's ours." It was a high pitched voice, and Ryekit was so focused on who he could only assume was a Shadowclan patrol that he didn't see Jasminefur.
His fur was puffed out, but even then, he wasn't exactly intimidating with his tiny stature and the wounds that were already red and irritated, breathing heavily because he was scared but he needed to protect the last ever warrior of Windclan, because she needed to rest and with all the scary stories he'd heard of Shadowclan, he was convinced that they'd kill her on the spot.
Unfortunately, Rosepelts warning had gone through one ear and out the other as he tried to let out a terrifying hiss, swatting at Foxstep as he tried to move forward hesitantly before backing away. He certainly wasn't going to hurt a kit and looked baffled that such a tiny thing was trying to act so vicious. But then again... well. He smelt like a Windclan cat- he probably saw everything and was scared.
"Hey, kit, we aren't here to hurt you," He tried softly, crouching down, scooting forward but it only resulted in the kit lashing out, clawing at Foxsteps face and catching his nose, letting him let out a yelp and scrambled away as Shadeleap muttered a "Frog-brain" underneath her breath.
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Post by Shadowkit on Apr 21, 2020 13:04:15 GMT -5
It was a blessing when they were finally out of the camp, and Violetdapple finally starting breathing easier when they were padding away from it. No cat should ever have to go through that. To lose every cat you know... Her eyes burned with sympathy as she gazed ahead at the WindClan warrior, feeling shame for even the slight thread of doubt that she had been feeling before coming on this patrol.
She couldn't even say anything to the three younger warriors as they padded along. Small-talk was pointless and a waste of breath right now. It didn't mean anything when the death of a Clan was staring them in the face. The only thing she thought she could say that would have meant anything was an apology to Jasminefur for having to go through all of this--her sympathy meant it would have been genuine from her heart--but the words failed her even then.
So she remained silent. What right did she have to be the one to speak anyways? Jasminefur must have been hurting, a lot, more than she could imagine, and she cast her gaze around her to the various warriors, whose gazes seemed to convey feelings somewhat similar to her's...for the most part. "StarClan...What have you done..." She whispered, not meaning it for anyone else but needing to express something about how absolutely ludicrous this was.
Ferntooth stirred from his thoughts as the young warrior raised concern about the route they took, and he turned his head to meet Shadeleap's gaze as he thought about what she was saying. He caught on to the point, thinking about the dogs, and whether having the taste of cat, they might want to return for something. "Perhaps we'd be best to find some dung, or some dirt to spend some time rolling in," His voice was gruff and he clearly wasn't happy about the idea, but Ferntooth wasn't going to deny the deadliness of the dogs. They couldn't bring them back to the clan if they wanted to survive.
Jasminefur was not focused on particularly anything the cats around him were saying, focusing on catching a scent around him while his mind was torn into pieces grieving all of these cats all over again. His mother and father were slaughtered by the dogs and he didn't even see them before he rushed from the camp to obey Cherrystar's order. He was never going to see them again, at least, not for countless moons until he joined StarClan. Not that...it was so certain it would be countless moons. Who knew, now?
Jasminefur's attention was immediately grabbed from his misery as Frogleap called attention to something he had heard. The warrior was about to break from his lead to veer in Frogleap's direction, when the bundle of fur launched itself at the ShadowClan warrior and startling Jasminefur, Violetdapple and Oakpaw plenty.
Jasminefur emitted a gasp as he saw the tiny kit of WindClan, clearly terrified and stammering to get out a defense of the territory. He emitted a gasp and he was stunned silent as the ShadowClan cat tried to calm Ryekit, promptly getting his nose whapped by the kit. Ryekit. Oh StarClan. I can't believe you're alive.
"Ryekit!" He finally managed to stammer out, rushing forward and coming to a stop just in front of him and beginning to lick the top of the kit's head. "Oh, StarClan, Ryekit. You're alive. Oh, you're so hurt..." He murmured quietly, relief flooding through him even as he saw how irritated the wounds on the little kit's body were.
"Oh no," There was a yelp from outside and she thought she was hearing talking from outside. Worry flared up in her pelt and although her leg groaned in protest, she hauled herself up and prepared herself for danger. She limped forward in a hurry, pulling herself up through the foxhole a couple tail lengths away and emerging into the brightness of the morning.
Jasminefur's gaze rose as another cat emerged from the foxhole, and his mouth dropped agape as the alert and ruffled figure of his sister stood before him. Her eyes widened just like his as her gaze met his, and he rushed forward, meeting his sister and resting his head on her shoulder as a purr sprung up from his throat and he wrapped around her and nuzzled her cheek.
"Jasminefur," Rosepelt gasped and began purring immediately as her brother drew closer. As they both realized that the other was really alive and really standing right there, the two could barely contain their joy at this little victory.
Oakpaw was quick to react as soon as Jasminefur had approached Ryekit, placing the herb bundles down quickly. "Oh StarClan," She murmured quietly, looking at the kit's injuries from a distance. They were infected. Bad. She hadn't brought any chervil, she had brought marigold to prevent infection. She had wrapped some chervil into the bundles she had made in the WindClan camp, but she knew right away that it wasn't going to be enough.
"Someone go get more chervil leaves from the camp," She ordered, looking around at the patrol as her reason for being here snapped her to attention and out of the WindClan camp, at least for a moment. She didn't care who went, she just needed more chervil. "It's a green leaf, it smells nice and sweet. Get me as much as you can without swallowing it." It wasn't a question; someone needed to get it as she approached the two injured WindClan cats.
"Great StarClan, Rosepelt, you're so hurt!" His voice spiked with anxiety as he searched the various scratches and even a deep bite on her pelt. "Oakpaw, she needs help!"
"No, you need to treat Ryekit first. I'll be fine!" She urged, and she sighed quietly with relief as Oakpaw rushed to Ryekit's side. She looked around, a little dazed, at the various ShadowClan warriors. "Jasminefur, what's going on?"
Jasminefur watched Oakpaw as she approached Ryekit and started picking out herbs from a bundle. "These cats are from ShadowClan," He spoke with gratitude as he looked around at the patrol. Gratitude for most of them, at least. "Cherrystar sent me to get help. I..." His gaze turned back to Rosepelt, and then after a few more seconds, he dropped his gaze to his paws. "They helped, but...I was too slow."
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Post by Shadowkit on Apr 21, 2020 21:07:53 GMT -5
(After Oakpaw patches them up a bit I figured they'd escort them back to the ShadowClan camp immediately)
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Post by sweetclover1 on Apr 22, 2020 8:43:48 GMT -5
Shadeleap grimaced at the thought of rolling in dung- but that could always be gotten out of their fur and it was worth the irritation and disgust if it would keep their clanmates safe. So she just wrinkled her nose for a moment before dipping her head, knowing that he had a good idea, and they'd just have to find it before getting out of the Windclan territory. "I can keep an eye out for any as we search," Because while she didn't like this cat who seemed to always have some kind of bad attitude, he was the head of the patrol and dung or mud would be more effective than water.
They just needed to figure out if there were any survivors left.
Which, that question was answered the moment a tiny fur ball of a kit tried to attack Foxstep, letting out a pathetic attempt of a warning. But he was a kit- and he was hurt- so how could they really expect much of him? In all honesty, she was impressed, this tiny kit was trying to fight a fully grown warrior and even whapped him on the nose in warning. The kit was brave, that was for sure, and even if Foxstep was an absolute frog-brained, he was a trained warrior, and this kit was willing to fight him just because he was scared but wanted to protect... something.
The little kit didn't take any notice to Jasminefur, though, instead his gaze was completely on this stranger. They... didn't look as scary as his mother had said, the elders tales had made them so much more scary, but they... just looked like other cats. He didn't know if their attitude was what made them scary, or how they fought, but right now he was trying his best to look tough until he heard a familiar voice- Jasminefur!
He immediately went from attempting to look tough to confused, his hackles lowering momentarily as he looked up at the tom cat who was licking his head, backing away just to make sure that it was Jasminefur. He tilted his head to one side, eyes wide, because he couldn't believe that other cats were alive! "J-Jasminefur?" The kit finally squeaked out, not believing what he was seeing, because he thought that Rosepelt was the only one who was actually alive- how was this possible? He let out a soft breath, letting the older warrior practically baby him, at least until his sister struggled to get out.
Ryekits ears flattened a little, worried that she would hurt herself more by moving, but she didn't seem to care and was more focused on her reunion with her littermates- which, well. Hurt. His stomach twisted a little because he wouldn't be able to see Oatkit or Antkit ever again and it was fair. But he didn't say that out loud- a warrior was supposed to put their feelings aside like this, and he was going to be a warrior one day still, right?
But what if they couldn't? What if there weren't enough Windclan cats left to be a clan? Did that mean he was a loner now, with Rosepelt and Jasminefur? His ears flattened at the thought and he'd been so caught up with his own sad and scary thoughts that he didn't see Oakpaw coming up to him until she was trying to take a look at his wounds. Immediately he recoiled with a warning hiss- because he didn't know she was a medicine cat apprentice and she wasn't that much older than himself. "Don't touch me!" Because he didn't want any Shadowclan cat touching him and immediately ran to Jasminefur, hiding behind him and narrowing his eyes distrustfully at the other clan cat.
Not that anyone could blame him- he'd just seen the destruction of his entire clan, of his family, and all he had been told by them was that Shadowclan was bad, dangerous, and should never be trusted. So why should they be trusted now?
The three young warriors exchanged worried glances at the kits reaction, also trying to figure out who would go and get this herb that Oakpaw had wanted. None of them really wanted to go back to the clan- but someone had to do it, that was for sure. Frogleap finally sighed, giving in during whatever silent conversation the three of them were having, shaking his head as Foxstep continued to sulk at the fact that a kit had whapped him on the nose and his pride was hurt.
Frog-brain.
"I'll go get it, Oakpaw. But could you show me what it looks like? I'm... not very good at recognizing herbs, at all. But I think I can get it to you fast, if you show me," He offered, padding up to the young apprentice and peering curiously into the packs that she had. In all honesty, they all looked the same to him, and he had no idea how she knew what was needed and what wasn't, but that was because he had never had an interest in being a medicine cat.
In fact, he avoided that den at all costs. Most of the time, if he was sick or injured, he just kept on with his daily duties unless he physically was pushed into the medicine cats den to be healed. He just... didn't like all of the smells and how many injured and dead cats had passed through there. It gave him the creeps, honestly, but right now Shadeleap was trying to think of where they could find mud or dung and Foxstep was sulking, so that mean the was the only one with enough mental energy right. now to actually go through with this and find the herbs properly.
"You shouldn't go alone," Shadeleap pointed out, her tail twitching, because she wasn't going to let Frogleap go back alone and quite possibly get hurt. "I can start looking for places with mud or... dung while we go back. Maybe we can find something that'll hide our scents." She suggested as she bumped her head against Frogleaps shoulders, before giving Foxstep a pointed look that clearly said "you best be offering yourself, too" and the russet tom groaned and nodded.
"Yeah. I'll go too. Safety in numbers and all that." He finally grumbled, because the kit would probably be more willing to work with Oakpaw when there were less Shadowclan cats around, especially those who had already aggravated him, apparently. Foxsteps tail lashed at that, still surprised that a kit had the courage to do that and was possibly still thrown off at the fact that someone didn't like him to the point where he got scratched on the nose.
(Foxsteps a little full of himself)
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Post by Shadowkit on Apr 22, 2020 9:44:14 GMT -5
There was a moment of deathly silence between Jasminefur and Rosepelt as the tom-cat voiced his failure to bring help in time, and his sister sighed quietly and leaned into him, trying to think of something she could say to make him feel better when she didn't know what could. He was blaming himself for something he couldn't have done anything more about--he wasn't a monster, he could only do so much. But none of that seemed to be in his mind right now.
Jasminefur was quiet until he heard a hiss and the figure of Ryekit pressed behind him for protection. As much as he wanted to press close to his sister and never leave her side again, he gave a heavy sigh and turned to look at Oakpaw, who had a disgruntled look on her face. He turned around slowly, crouching down to meet Ryekit eye to eye, level with him. "Ryekit," He gently mewed. "You don't need to be afraid of these cats, okay? They're cats I got for help, and they've been really helpful. I wouldn't have found you without them. Okay? Please, let Oakpaw take care of those wounds. She isn't going to hurt you." Well--he would have searched the moorlands and beyond all alone if Shadowclan had abandoned his clan, but that didn't matter now. They had helped him. That meant something, and that meant he could vouch for them to the kit.
Well, maybe not for all of them. As the cats began volunteering to go searching for chervil, and some sort of...dung, he realized he and Oakpaw were going to be left with Ferntooth. He hoped the grumpy tom-cat kept his mouth shut, because the last thing he wanted was for Ryekit to fixate on his hostility and refuse any sort of help from the Shadowclan cats.Oakpaw took an alarmed step back as the kit hissed right at her, retreating to the safety of her clanmate. She took in a deep breath, her expression turning sour as she took it directly to heart. Even the kit knows he can't trust me to do this, She bitterly thought to herself, absorbing herself a little further in her own world of thoughts as Frogleap padded up and asked to see the chervil leaves.
She didn't seem to notice at first, ignoring him as Jasminefur turned to the kit and began murmuring to him. She didn't catch every word he said, but she hoped he was encouraging the scrap of fur to at least give her a chance. The wounds looked...really irritated, and she was worried the kit was going to fall ill really soon. Oh, Twistedpath, you should of come. I could have sat still and watched Cherrypaw just fine... She lamented, though she would have been left dejected and feeling useless anyways if she had done so. She lost either way, and wasn't that really the point?
It was in her mind.
Oakpaw jumped a little as she noticed Frogleap hovering over her shoulder and she gave a quiet hiss reflexively, taking a step back. She didn't necessarily mean to, but she was feeling a mixture of dread and a lack of hope that made the smallest thing prickle her pelt. "Why are you breathing in my ear?" She muttered to herself, then thought back and remembered what he had asked her when she had been in her own mind. "Oh. Uhh..." She cleared her throat awkwardly, immediately feeling guilty about what she had said, hastily pointing to a leaf of chervil and then grabbing it in a claw, holding it closer to the warrior so he could get a sense of the smell.
Then she set it back in the bundle, not meeting the warrior's gaze as she mumbled a "sorry" and looked back up towards Ryekit. Was the kit going to come back over yet? They needed to be out here for as little time as possible."I'm not sure Bogstar is going to love bringing two more strays in," The icy voice of Ferntooth broke the concentration of Jasminefur as he tried to soothe the kit and broke Oakpaw's...down-ness in place of a flare of irritation. His eyes glowered over the kit, the tom-cat and the injured she who were just going to be using up more of their herbs and more of their food. "The kit will need to be trained and that she-cat isn't going to be doing anything useful for at least a quarter-moon," He started explaining why he didn't think they would be very welcome, not seeming to care whether his words were taken poorly now that they were a bit removed from the terrible sight of the campus.Rosepelt's ears flattened back against her head and her fur bristled as this ShadowClan warrior rose to challenge bringing them back. "What is his problem?" She whispered to her brother, before lifting her muzzle and challenging Ferntooth directly. "Oh, so sorry, let me just take shelter back in my camp with my clanmates. Why didn't I think of that!" She practically spat, a fiery temper springing from her at the first provocation. It was Jasminefur's turn to fold his ears back against his head and glance worriedly to the side at his sister--she was in no mood to take this flack from any cat, and she wasn't the most cool-headed to begin with.Hissing again, this time at her awful former mentor, Oakpaw looked past Frogleap and glared at the tom-cat who might have been the only cat she had considered hating in her life. He couldn't have picked a meaner moment to bring this up, on top of everything that was already plaguing the patrol of cats. "Bogstar can decide that! No one made you deputy," She 'hmmphed' before casting a glance at Frogleap again. "I think you should move fast," She quietly echoed what the warrior had said, figuring the less time the WindClan cats, and her, were with Ferntooth alone, the better.
"And no one said you could speak to me like that, kit," Ferntooth's sharp gaze jumped to Oakpaw, a sneer ingrained in his features as he hurled the insult at his failure of an apprentice. He saw Oakpaw's gaze return to him, some flaring mixture of anger and hurt bristling through her pelt and shining in her eyes. He relished the fact that she had snapped back at him. He was just waiting for the chance to prickle her pelt since they left the camp, and he grinned with satisfaction as he saw how easily he could pull a reaction out of her.
Jasminefur stood up, now looking down at Ryekit. "I'll be right here." He promised, then glanced back towards the other cats. "Please, Oakpaw," He called to her, getting her attention again while Ferntooth was trying to rile her up.
Honestly, Jasminefur would swear by StarClan that some cat was going to tear his pelt someday. He had known the cat for the duration of the morning and he already couldn't stand his bitter attitude and entitlement to control the patrol. And, clearly, the warrior had a hostile and angry disdain for Oakpaw, and that was just...pathetic.
Violetdapple had to fight the urge to give the two-moon old kit of a warrior more attention than he already had, muttering some unsavory words about him under her breath as she stepped in the sightline of Oakpaw and Ferntooth. "Bogstar will decide when we are back at camp, and until then, we will help these cats as Bogstar approved of us to do when we left, and bring them back."
"That's right, Oakpaw," Ferntooth sat down on his haunches. "Do your duty already," He stared at her as she began padding closer to Jasminefur and Ryekit, taking in every detail of her expression as she tried to ignore him and pretend like it was not wounding her. You're such a soft cat. You couldn't make a warrior no matter who trained you. Ferntooth knew he was absolved of anyone who thought it was his fault she failed. Just look at how easily she falls apart. She's just a weak cat. Under his breath, he added in a mutter, "If you can without quitting."(Ferntooth is a little bit mean)
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Post by sweetclover1 on Apr 23, 2020 10:14:10 GMT -5
Ryekit hadn't quite expected Jasminefur to defend them- his mind was still muddled with fear and the fact that the clans equivalent of the bogeyman was supposed to be the ones helping was something that was difficult for the young kit to grasp- so he just stared at the warrior for a few moments in surprise. Of course he wasn't going to challenge a warrior, that was rude, and while he was still scared of the Shadowclan cats... well.
He supposed he could stand it for a little while if Jasminefur said they were trying to help. So instead of fighting, instead of protesting the, but they're Shadowclan!, he glanced over at the crew of Shadowclan cats and then at the youngest one in the group, the one who was trying to look at his wounds... and he nodded. "Alright." But he was reluctant to leave Jasminefur and Rosepelts side, they were the only familiar thing he had left, and he wanted to stick with them no matter what. Chances were he'd sneak into either of their nests this following night just to be close to a familiar scent.
The little kit slunk over, his ears still tilted backwards but not completely flattened, looking at her carefully as he got close enough for her to be able to look at his wounds and treat them. "They're not so bad, the bite kinda hurts, though." Because how could he say that everything hurt when he was still alive, when his siblings were hurt worse than he was? Rosepelt even had worse injuries- so he couldn't say that he was in pain! He didn't get why they weren't working on Rosepelt first, but Rosepelt had insisted on it and again he wasn't going to fight a warrior.
That was just mouse brained.
His eyes were a little glazed over as the three warriors offered to go back to the camp, to pick up some herbs, because he never wanted to go back there ever again. It was terrifying, and he didn't want to think about that night and how he'd gotten into a fight with Antkit right before they all went to bed- his stomach hurt at the thought that he was the only one who had made it out of the nursery alive.
Everyone else was in Starclan now and he didn't even get to say goodbye to any of them, or that he was sorry for picking a fight with his sister. He went to bed still sulking that night, making sure he was on the farthest side of the nest possible from his sister and that made him all the more nauseous. "... Sorry for yelling." His voice was tiny again, showing how young he truly was, looking absolutely terrified and miserable at the same time .
He didn't like that the big warriors were so close, even if one was supposed to go and get some healing herbs, it felt like the skin underneath his fur was crawling but the grey and white time didn't acknowledge him at all. Which made him feel marginally better, peering up at him, but trying not to look curious as he did so, amber eyes wide as Frogleap leaned forward.
Ryekit let out a startled hiss, even if Frogleap was simply trying to get a good look at the herb, and memorize the smell the best he could. The young warrior recoiled at the hiss, surprised, even if he shouldn't be because of how quickly Ryekit reacted to Foxstep before. Frogleap looked over at Oakpaw with wide eyes, he was certainly worried about how she seemed to be too in her own head, but he just hoped that she'd snap back into it once it was just her taking care of Ryekit.
Frogleap looked between Ryekit and Oakpaw, hesitant to leave the two with Frogleap but going back to the camp wasn't exactly safe alone, which is why two others were going with him. "Thanks, Oakpaw. Be.. Be safe. " His eyes flashed over to Ferntooth, an unfriendly look flittering onto the usual happy toms features, before turning towards his two friends and nodded at them.
"Lets get going, then. The quicker we leave, the quicker we can get back." He told them, and Foxstep let out a small groan s Frogleap took off, running back towards the camp with a sense of urgency he admittedly hadn't felt before. He felt so guilty at not believing them at first- no one would exagerate something as horrible as this. So maybe he was trying to make up for this, make it up to call of the Windclan warriors who know had a home in Starclan, to try and help the few who had managed to survive this tragedy.
His eyes burned from the stench as they made it back to the camp, he could hear Foxstep breath in sharply and then gag at the smell, clearly not prepared to see this sight again but he kept focused on where the medicine cats den was- he had to try two dens before he actually found it- slipping in hesitantly and quickly making his way to the storage. Unfortunately, there wasn't a lot left. Oakpaw had already gathered most of what was left in there, but at least the strong smell of herbs finally overpowered the smell of death and dog.
"Did you find it yet?" Foxstep whined, standing guard in front of the den, ears perked up as he tried to make out any sign of possible danger. Shadeleap was there, too, but had yet to find anything they could cover themselves with. It would just have to wait for a little while longer. Frogleap didn't answer at first, nose in the middle of unrecognizable herbs, until- ah-ha!
He found it.
Triumphantly he grabbed the herb- cherub? Cherry? He couldn't remember but it definitely looked and smelled right- and grabbed as much as he could, speeding out and spitting it on the ground to look at Foxstep. "Take this, there's a little bit more in the back, I'm going to grab it." And with that he sped back to grab the remains, before returning to his friends, who were absolutely out of breath with the speed that they ran with, taking off once more towards where the rest of their clanmates were.
--- "Hey- I'm not a stray! I'm a Windclan cat!" Ryekit yowled angrily at the big, mean looking cat who pretty much fit every one of the categories that he feared, but he wasn't going to let anyone call him a stray. Not while he was still breathing, and he wasn't. There had to be more cats alive, because Windclan was the best and strongest clan of them all. There had to be more of them alive and he bristled at the thought of being a loner.
He huddled next to Jasminefur, because while he allowed Oakpaw to treat his wounds, he still wanted to be as close as possible to Jasminefur because he was safe and he'd make everything better. At least, that's what he hoped, and he was flopping back and forth between the fact that he'd seen his clan be slaughtered and the hope that since Jasminefur was still alive, others had to be too.
Ryekit glared up at Ferntooth, knowing that there was a chance that he'd get swiped at for talking back, but he didn't care because this mouse-brain was being rude and mean, bristling a little at being called "the kit" because he had a name and he wanted others to use it.
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Post by Shadowkit on Apr 23, 2020 14:47:22 GMT -5
There was relief in her voice as Oakpaw sighed quietly, relieved as whatever Jasminefur said seemed to convince the terrified kit that at least she was safe. She felt a pang of hurt as the kit put on a brave face and said only the bite really hurt--it sure didn't look like only the bite was hurting Ryekit, and she breathed slowly out of her nose as she began unfolding and taking apart one of the oak leaves. She had plenty of oak leaves, just not as much chervil as she would need. She didn't think she'd got enough for both of the injured cats, because she had been focused on marigold, and a few other herbs, thinking that she would need to stop infection, not treat it afterwards. She should have realized by now they might be worsening already. Mouse-brain! She resisted the urge to hiss at herself, carefully looking around the kit, trying to get an invetory of all of his wounds without spooking him.
Jasminefur was tuned in to the way the kit hesitated, bundled up close to him until he slunk his way over closer to Oakpaw. He bit his lip, taking a few pawsteps away from his sister to keep himself close to Ryekit. He lowered himself down onto his haunches, standing right beside the kit as Oakpaw began examining the wounds.
He sighed quietly as Ryekit let out another hiss as yet another ShadowClan warrior drew close. Ryekit was going to have to get used to this--they were being sheltered in the ShadowClan camp and greeting every cat like this was no way to thank them for their generosity. Even knowing this, Jasminefur's soft heart won over his need to tell Ryekit how to act, and he leaned down and gently licked down his bristling fur, dodging any wounds as best he could, trying to make a low purr emerge from his throat to soothe the kitten's high anxiety.
Oakpaw acknowledged Frogleap's comment with little more than a swish of her tail, still running around her mind as she absolutely analyzed the wounds around the kit's pelt. You are so lucky to be alive. These claws barely nicked you, and a smaller dog must have bitten you. If I wasn't seeing you myself, I'd think they would have made you crow-food... It was a horrible thought, but it honestly came from relief for the kit and the other WindClan cats. "Hey, Ryekit. My name is Oakpaw," She gently mewed, shoving Ferntooth to the back of her mind for the sake of the kit. "This is going to sting a little when I put it on." A lot, with how irritated the wounds were. "But I can already tell you're as tough as a warrior," She glanced dramatically at the warriors who were beginning to pad away, then back at Ryekit. "Only a cat with the heart of a warrior could claw Foxstep like that." She flashed a smile down at Ryekit, trying to psyche the kit up to handle this.
The chervil was in a poultice moments later, and she took it in her paw and started rubbing it primarily over the dog bite, over every tooth mark that ran across much of the small kit's flank. She did her best to make it quick, to let the pain fade away as quick as possible, knowing the bite would hurt the worst. She began rubbing it over the smaller claw marks, doing so until Ryekit piped up in reaction to Ferntooth opening his stupid mouth again.
Ferntooth's gaze focused in on the real kit, not expecting the fiery reaction from the little kit. It didn't really matter if the kit took objection to him pointing out the truth, but it was still a bit surprising and he took a moment to size up the injured ball of fur. "Your clan is gone, kit." It was a flat statement, factual and inevitable. The kit wasn't going to be able to run away from that. There wasn't a WindClan anymore.
Jasminefur's pelt flared up noticeably at Ferntooth's comment, and what was running through his mind wasn't very different from what Ryekit yowled, albeit a little more...colorful in his speech. This might have been the worst time for Ferntooth to start saying this to the kit. Couldn't he see how anxious and afraid Ryekit was? Couldn't he have a little bit of compassion, and just shut up? No, not any cat is going to tear his pelt. I'm going to tear his pelt, he spat in his mind as he resisted the compulsion to march over at that moment and claw his fur off. He pressed close to Ryekit, crouched down from his sitting position, and rested his larger head over Ryekit's. "Ignore him." It was an order, but one that dripped with sympathy for how the kit felt. "We're still WindClan," His voice was almost a whisper, as a claw of doubt hovered over his heart. They had twice as many WindClan cats now, but four cats weren't a clan.
But he shoved that to the back of his mind. Suddenly, there was a kit of WindClan alive and he felt an unusual disposition to defend Ryekit from any and whatever was being flung towards the young kit. He was terrified and he needed safety right now, not harsh reality and to have the deaths of their clanmates forced in his face. Jasminefur was never the cat hovering around the nursery to see how the kits were doing, but now Ryekit was the only one left and he lamented how little time he had taken to care for the concrete future of their clan. This kit was the only one who was left.
Oakpaw started pressing the poultice to Ryekit again, weaving around the other side where the kit was pressed by Jasminefur. She nudged him gently, murmuring that she needed to get at the wounds hidden to her. Jasminefur adjusted his crouching position, shifting to the other side of Ryekit and gently beginning to lick the kit's kit fluff down as Oakpaw finished rubbing the claw marks with the chervil poultice.
Rosepelt's body still buzzed with hostility at the ShadowClan warrior, and it prickled her even further as he blatantly called the death of their clan. It was probably good that her leg was injured and she couldn't charge the cat, because she was seriously considering it as she imagined his pelt being pricked apart hair by hair.
Oakpaw gave a quiet sigh, looking down at Ryekit as she rubbed the last of the poultice on his wounds. "I just need to put some cobwebs on now, Ryekit. It isn't going to hurt like that at all, I promise." She didn't have to worry about the cobwebs; there were plenty in the bundles and Twistedpath had more in the den, so she bunched it up tightly and began placing it gingerly over the wounds, starting again with the dog bite. "Ryekit, were you guarding that foxhole? We didn't even see you coming." Her voice was warm with praise, trying to warm the kit up to her and give him a sense of how brave he had been.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Apr 24, 2020 11:07:37 GMT -5
(Ferntooth getting a second chance at being a mentor and Ryekit being his apprentice. Also I'll not be on at all tomorrow.)
Ryekit was scared, and in pain, so his attitude was admittedly worse than it usually would have been. HIs hackles only really lowered when Jasminefur lowered himself onto the ground and ran a rough tongue over his fur, forcing them down. He let out a small squeak at that, before hiding his face into the older warriors fur, not really caring if it wasn't something that warriors were supposed to do, because Jasminefur's scent was familiar and safer than any of the others, well, besides Rosepelt. He didn't want to look at the other Shadowclan cats, they were pretty scary to him, even the one that was the youngest. She was big compared to him!
But what caught his attention was her name- Oakpaw sounded like Oatpaw and kit-like excitement over came him as he slowly removed his head to look at Oakpaw just a little curiously. "My brothers name is Oatkit- it sounds like yours. But- I guess it was his name." His throat tightened a little and the grief was obvious in the kits features as he shut his eyes, trying to be brave but his brother and sister were dead because they had been caught by that dog first- he'd been the last and the dog was hurt by then.
It was his fault that he couldn't' fight so well- he was never interested in it and usually their mother Weedwhisker would insist that he take it easy and not play so hard but now they were dead and ti didn't really matter. He looked down at the ground, because it was the only thing he really could do right now, trying not to think of the screams and yowls he'd heard during that night.
It made him sick to think about and he didn't really respond to Oakpaws praise, at least until she mentioned Foxstep. "I needed to protect Rosepelt." As if it were the most obvious thing in the world, his ears flat against his head now, especially when Ferntooth flatly pointed out that his clan was gone."No their not, you hare-brain. Jasminefur and Roseplet are alive- others could be too. " He snapped back, his fur puffing up again and poor Oakpaw would have to work around that and the squirming, not because of the burn but because he was so anxious that he couldn't really sit still. He was trembling, flinching when the poultice was put on his wounds, but he wanted to be tough like his siblings because he was the only one left now.
He was still clinging onto the desperate hope that maybe more cats were alive- that they could rebuild one day- and nothing Ferntooth would say could dissuade him from that belief because he was already convinced that Ferntooth was just mean and trying to hurt him. He hesitated when he heard Oakpaws question before nodding slowly. "Thats... that's where Rosepelt was. And I can blend into the grass when it's dead and dirty. Thats what Cherrystar used to tell me an'..." His eyes glazed over for a moment before shaking his head. "It was easy to stay hidden that way." He had certainly warmed u just a little to Oakpaw, but not the other Shadowclan warriors, and that was made obvious by the fact that he flinched and hid back into Jasminefur's fur when the trio came back, loudly proclaiming that they brought more of the stuff she needed.
Frogleap in particular looked rather proud of himself as he dropped the herbs down next to her, looking over curiously at Jasminefur and how the kit, who was now patched up, was hiding into him. " Wow, you've been patched up fast,". He commented cheerfully, but it was answered by a low warning growl from the kit himself, not looking and causing Frogleap to grimace as Foxstep let out a small groan.
"Aw, no one clawed his ears while we're gone? I'm surprised Ferntooth didn't start any kind of fight." It was definitely a joke at the grumpy cats expense because, come on, the cat was due for some sort of clawing at this point. He'd been plain rude and made everyone uncomfortable with his cruelty towards a clan who's cats were almost completely wiped out.
"Foxstep," Shadeleap warned, because this was not the time to start anything with a cat who was already clearly looking for a fight, her ears still just a little flat because this was a stressful situation and she just wanted to go home. She reluctantly turned to the grumpy tom- as much as she hated it, they'd have to still report to him, so here she was... doing so reluctantly. But she could still be polite- and she wasn't as mouse-brained as Foxstep who just let everyone and anyone know his thoughts at all times. By now she was used to it, but it certainly came off as offensive when he made the wrong remark to the wrong cat.
Like right now.
"No dung or mud near the camp. We'll have to find some on the way back." She explained reluctantly, frowning, because the last thing she wanted to do was traipse around unfamiliar territory with two injured cats- and one of them was a kit that would probably need to be carried sooner rather than later because he was so tiny and se doubted that he'd be able to keep up with a patrol of fully grown cats.
This... was going to be difficult.
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Post by Shadowkit on Apr 24, 2020 12:46:31 GMT -5
(It's an interesting idea. I've got a couple other plot ideas that make that tough but I'll think about that one. And good luck with tomorrow)
Jasminefur sighed quietly as the little kit hid in his fur, his heart pouring sympathy as he imagined what it had been like for the kit in the camp. His heart broke and he squeezed his eyes shut as he compared Oakpaw's name to his sibling, then pointed out that Oatkit hadn't even survived the slaughter. He had the previous night, and he had to imagine he'd be crying himself to sleep again tonight. And he had just found his sibling alive, unlike poor Ryekit.
Oakpaw sucked in a breath and sighed with dismay as Ryekit voiced the blunt truth about her sibling, and she wanted to lean down and give the scrap a comforting lick, but she worried she would get her nose clawed as well. She didn't say anything immediately, and gazed down at him with a smile as he both said he had to protect his clanmate even though he was so tiny, and let Ferntooth have it. This kit was a fierce once, even as terrified as he was, and Oakpaw hoped his spirit wouldn't stay downtrodden for long.
Instead of leaning close to him, she tried to turn the kit's mind towards the future and give him something to look forward it, though she didn't know how much distaste and fear the kit had for ShadowClan in general. "Well, we're going to bring you to the safety of our camp, Ryekit, and there are some kits there who are very nice and who can be your friends."
Violetdapple finally spoke up as Ryekit mentioned the tactic that he had been taught by Cherrystar. "That's very smart, Ryekit. If you always use the advantages you have like that, you'll grow up and be a great warrior. I bet Jasminefur would really like to see that." She had noticed the way he was hovering over the kit, and how much Ryekit had latched onto one of the last clanmates he knew to be alive. She hoped that if what Oakpaw said didn't help, a little bit of encouragement and expectations from Jasminefur could pick him up a bit.
Jasminefur wrapped his tail protectively around Ryekit as he pushed back into the warrior's fur, more for Ryekit's feeling of security than to really protect him. He knew Ryekit wasn't in danger from any of these cats, but Ryekit was ready to see anything as a threat now, and Jasminefur couldn't blame his scared little heart for that.
"Okay," Oakpaw mumbled quietly. "On to you then," She turned to Rosepelt and didn't say anything to Frogleap as she picked up the bundle of chervil and some random assorted other herbs, placing it by Rosepelt and then swinging back over to get a bundle that had more cobwebs. "That leg," Oakpaw quietly commented when she was back by Rosepelt's side. A dog's teeth got far into the leg, and she thought she could see a little bit of the bone. This wound was bad. "This is going to take a minute," She commented quietly, and she was certainly that Twistedpath would have to fix it up better, with Oakpaw's inexperience combined with the fact that they had to move her back to the ShadowClan camp.
Ferntooth's gaze super-focused in on Ryekit, burning with anger as the kit had the audacity to say such a rude and belittling insult to him. He wondered how much the kit thought he could get away with, and he took a purposefully threatening step closer to Jasminefur and Ryekit, opening his mouth once the kit shrunk back at the arrival of the trio.
He was interrupted by Foxstep joining in on the disrespect, and his gaze turned to burn into Foxstep's pelt. "You and the kit ought to learn some respect for your elders," He growled, then turned back to Ryekit. "You, kit..." Ferntooth was deliberate in spitting the word that seemed to get such a reaction from Ryekit before. "That goes doubly for you. My clan is saving your hide, and one word and I could have Bogstar toss you back into the WindClan camp. How would you like that?"
He didn't hesitate. Jasminefur was up out of his crouch in a second, cognizant of how close Ryekit was and not wanting to startle him--but his pelt filled up with a burning anger as soon as Ferntooth finished speaking. "You've threatened my clanmate enough. Do you feel big and strong now?" There was a note of taunting as he hissed back at the warrior. "Because you just sound like a fox-heart." He felt a swirl of satisfaction in his belly as he saw the rage boiling onto Ferntooth's face, and he saw the warrior's claws leaving, and returning to their sheaths a few times.
There was an impasse between the two warriors as Ferntooth could read the cats around him. Foxstep had made it obvious how he felt about the tom, Oakpaw would never side with him, and Jasminefur was barking back when Ferntooth turned on the little kit. It ran through his mind to attack the warrior, but something was telling him that even if the Warrior Code demanded they help their clanmate, these fox-hearts might turn against him because they felt sorry for the scrap of fur.
Biting back his rage, his sharp gaze snapped to Shadeleap. "Then we'll have to hope we don't lead the dogs onto our territory," He answered tartly, dismissing her with an ambiguous flick of his tail that might have just looked like a flick of irritation, like he expected her to read it and get out of his fur.
He remained standing for a few more moments, but Jasminefur sat back down on his haunches, wrapping his tail around Ryekit again and beginning the process of lowering the kit's hackles once again. He didn't say anything; he didn't need to say anything. I'm going to protect you.
"Okay," Oakpaw called loudly to the cats around them after a little more than a minute. "Rosepelt is good to move, at least as much as she needs to. Once we're back at camp, these two need to see the real medicine cat," She seemed not to miss a chance to put herself down as she spoke, "And some cat will need to inform Bogstar right away."
Violetdapple nodded. "Is every cat ready to move, then?"
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Post by sweetclover1 on Apr 27, 2020 10:18:15 GMT -5
The moment that Oakpaw had released him from her duties, he went straight back to hiding into Jasminefur's pelt, trembling because now that he had the poultice on it burned more and he was weak and tired from everything. He just wanted to be left alone with Jasminefur and Rosepelt- the thought of there being other kits he could be friends with wasn't encouraging, either. He already had friends- ones he didn't want to give up even if they had already made it to Starclan. He had Antkit and Oatkit, and even Brownkit and Tunnelkit. They were all his friends and why would he want to make more?
He didn't stay that, though, because he'd already made Oakpaw feel bad once and Jasminefur told him not to be so mean to her because she was trying to help. So he just looked up at her nervously at that, giving a small nod, before returning right back to Jasminefur because he wasn't planning on letting either of the surviving members of his clan out of his sight ever again. "If they'll like me," He mumbled half heartedly, feeling just a little more safe as Jasminefur wrapped a tail around him.
It kept him more hidden, safe, even if a warrior shouldn't feel that way, ever, he couldn't help it.
His ears flattened for a moment as yet another Shadowclan cat tried to speak with him- didn't they get he wanted to be left alone?- but she brought up how Jasminefur would like to see him be a warrior one day and how he was smart to use his fur color to his advantage and he looked up at Jasminefur for confirmation because the only thing he wanted to do was make his clanmates proud.
Of course that meant that Ryekit saw when Ferntooth stalked towards him threateningly and immediately he bunched himself into Jasminefur's side, hackles raising at the snarl that both he and Foxstep should learn how to respect their elders and that he could get Ryekit sent back to the Windclan camp with just one word to Bogstar- who had to be the Shadowclan leader. Immediately fear started swirling in his stomach at the thought- the last time he'd been there, dead cats littered the ground- his littermates (or what was left of them) were still in the nursery and he felt ill just at the thought of it.
Would Bogstar really do that?
Jasminefur definitely didn't like that, though, and was snarling back... to his surprise, his clanmates took Jasminefurs side as their own hackles raised at the suggestion of sending a kit back to that nightmare of a place.
"Respect is earned, not expected, you of all cats should know that," Foxstep sneered back, not at all scared of a cat that he viewed as nothing more than grumpy, and both of his friends bristled at the thought of sending such a tiny scrap of fur back to somewhere so horrible. It broke Frogleaps heart to see the absolute fear in the kits eyes at the thought of it- and he wanted nothing more than to claw out Ferntooths eyes at that moment.
"Are you actually insinuating that you have enough sway over our leader to have him break the warriors code? " Frogleap scoffed, his grey and white fur bristling at the thought, wanting to bring some comfort to the kit who seemed to truly believe that would happen. H wasn't going to add anything else- but Stars he wanted Ferntooth to think long and hard about what he was saying because it wasn't something their leader would ever do.
"Bogstar would never abandon a kit in need. Or other clan cats, for that matter. I know that things are.. tense. Between our clans- but he's not a fox heart. He's smart and capable of making his own decisions without being swayed by others." This was more to Jasminefur, his amber eyes fierce at protecting his leaders reputation from someone who clearly thought more of himself than he should, and Frogleap was a bit embarrassed that he had a cat like Ferntooth in his clan.
Shadeleap looked miffed at being dismissed so quickly, looking over at Oakpaw at the little jab, frowning. "Thank you, Oakpaw. We wouldn't know what to do without you here, especially if we found these two." There was enough muck near their camp that they could certainly hide their scents and confuse the dogs- she just hoped it wouldn't come to that and that they would be safe from these terrifying creatures. "We can go through the muck for a bit in our territroy- confuse their scents and split up once we get there. Some cats can take the injured one's directly back to our camp, while some go another way to muddy out the scent. Maybe even take it to the thunder path to really confuse them." She might not have been the best hunter or the best fighter in the clan, but she loved planning things out, it was her strength and she preferred to use it as often as she could.
Foxstep looked around when no one else offered to inform Bogstar and let out a small sigh. "I can talk to Bogstar about it when we get back," He offered, because no one else was, and he might as well look useful after being clawed at by a kit.
Speaking of, the kit had yet to stop hiding into Jasminefur, the reassurances from Frogleap falling onto deaf ears because he didn't want to be sent back to the Windclan camp and Ferntooths words only affirmed his fears that he was going to be abandoned there all alone, that he'd be stuck in the Windclan camp with dead cats for the rest of his life and that was terrifying to him because what was he going to do there?
He refused to move, even when the other cats affirmed that they were ready to go, and if anyone was able to see his expression it was a stubborn one. "I don't wanna go back." It was muffled by the Windclan warriors fur, but it was easy to hear how tiny and miserable he sounded. "Just wanna stay here if Bogstars gonna send me back."
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Post by Shadowkit on Apr 27, 2020 13:05:34 GMT -5
Before any of the cats started in on Ferntooth, Jasminefur was quick to smile and nod in agreement as Violetdapple managed to pull Ryekit out from his fur for a moment. "You were very smart. I don't think I would have seen you coming." He was about to stroke the little kit's practically-arched back when suddenly Ferntooth was on the way.
Jasminefur took stock of the cats around him as some of the ShadowClan warriors even seemed disgruntled with the treatment Ferntooth was giving the WindClan cats. He was trying to process what Ferntooth was doing this for, and how the other cats seemed so ready to challenge him. He must always be like this, then, He thought darkly to himself as he imagined poor Oakpaw as his apprentice at six moons. Why pick him as a mentor?Ferntooth's eyes practically blazed as, even having held himself back from skinning the WindClan warrior, his clanmates still challenges and picked the Windclanner's side over their own clanmate's. Did they not have any sense of loyalty? Not a one of them seemed to care that these were strays who were just going to being eating up their resources as the Leaf-bare approached, and it was driving him mad that they were making him out to be the bad cat here. The kit had disrespected him and he wasn't going to put up with that in his own camp.
"It was a threat, you mouse-brain!" He snapped back at Frogleap, though he grew more flustered whilst Frogleap seemed to shift to the WindClan warrior and explain exactly why what Ferntooth had said was wrong. This is absolutely pointless. You are all soft-hearted and they'll get to walk all over us until they're gone. Where did the compotent ShadowClan warriors of old go?Oakpaw listened to the plan, knowing she had no authority whatsoever to make or disprove of a plan, but still wanting to know what they should be doing. She had flicked her ears but given little more attention as Shadeleap tried to counter how Oakpaw had put herself down, with a kind recognition of how good she had done with the cats.
She appreciated that Shadeleap mentioned it was best for the injured cats to go straight back--Rosepelt shouldn't be rolling herself in mud anyways, making the cobwebs gross and ineffectual for the trip back. She nodded absently in agreement. "Maybe I should take them?" She quietly mewed. "O-or maybe a...warrior...I don't know." Her words shifted to mumbles as she quickly lost confidence in whether it was a good idea. Maybe she needed to roll in the mud? She wasn't sure."No," Jasminefur was quick to react and his mew came out a little more forcefully than he meant it to, and he quickly draped his tail over Ryekit's back and gently ran it down his back a few times. He focused on speaking more softly. "No, Bogstar is not going to send you back, Ryekit." He made sure his voice was low in volume--he didn't want Ferntooth to cut into the conversation again, because he knew he was already losing the kit. "He hasn't sent me away, and he healed-" He cut himself off, realizing with a twitch of shame that he hadn't told them about the apprentice yet.
"Rosepelt," He breathed, urging his sister closer as the she-cat was still glaring at Ferntooth. He waited till she drew closer, giving her an apologetic glance that the she-cat didn't understand. "Listen. Back at the ShadowClan camp, Cherrypaw is still alive." Of course his sister would remember the kit heroically saved from foxes by Cherrystar-it cost her a life, and got the little kit named after her.
He looked back down at Ryekit meaningfully, trying to establish eye contact with him. "She is really hurt, and Bogstar made sure the medicine cat used a lot of herbs to help her heal. He didn't send us away, Ryekit. He isn't going to send you away either." He spoke with certainty. "Ferntooth is just...you said it best. A hare-brain." He leaned in closer to the kit to say it, smiling as he did so. "Besides, if anyone even nips at your fur, they'll be answering to me." He had just snapped back at Ferntooth and he would defend the kit from anyone that he had to. He would die before abandoning the apparent last WindClan kit, but he couldn't say this. It was much too scary for the kit to hear right now.
He kept his head bent low and close to the kit, trying not hover over him and look big and scary while he debated whether Bogstar would make him go to the WindClan camp. "Do you trust me, Ryekit?" It was a quiet and gentle mew, though his pelt was prickling with anxiety. The longer they stayed here, the more likely one of these dogs might stroll back into the territory. And after the attack on the camp, he wasn't confident anymore that the dog would be stupid enough to attack them alone.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Apr 27, 2020 16:47:43 GMT -5
Ryekit didn't really respond at the assurance, just a little proud that even Jasminefur wouldn't have been able to see him in the undergrowth, but still beyond scared that he wasn't able to really do anything more than just look up with a slightly-less terrified expression on his features. The last thing that he had wanted was to go back to that camp and he really didn't want to risk having to go back to that place.
He just imagined that big, mean, cat that was talking to him grabbing him by the scruff and not letting him go anywhere else but that nightmare of a place. The only thing that really snapped him out of his own fear was the sharp no from his clanmate, eyes wide as he looked up, because he hadn't fully expected such a firm and quick response. Ryekit wasn't fully sure who was right- but all of the cats seemed upset at him, so...
Jasminefur said that he hand't been sent away- but what if that was because he was useful? Ryekit wasn't useful, Rosepelt wasn't either. Maybe they'd have to go back because they didn't have any real value to a clan that was known to be rather heartless at times. His ears flattened at the thought, but didn't dare argue, not yet because Jasminefur quickly explained that Cherrypaw was alive too, but hurt. Which definitely got rid of his own theory that Bogstar would make them leave because they wouldn't help- he was happy she was alive, even if she needed a lot of help just to live.
Maybe there were more of them, too, that survived and would come back.
He looked away a little, even when Jasminefur assured him that it was just Ferntooth being a hair-brain and that anyone else who tried to hurt him would have to answer to Jasminefur. It made him feel a little safer, but this was all just too much for the little kit and he just didn't answer, not until he was given a direct question: do you trust me? He shifted a little, looking back up, nodding slowly because he definitely trusted Jasminefur- why wouldn't he? He was a warrior and he knew what he was doing, too.
"Yeah, but you don't threaten kits! They don't know any better but to trust cats older than them!" Frogleap snipped back, tilting his chin upwards as if he were looking down on the other tom, furious that he even insinuated that the kit would go back to the camp that they had just come back from. Did he not really think that was enough to terrify a kit who was already traumatized? Seriously.
Shadeleap gave a nod at Oakpaws suggestion. "Definitely. We need someone who will know what's going on if something goes wrong or if they reopen a wound. We should have one more cat, too, just to make sure there's extra support if you stumble across anything," She might as well take over if Ferntooth did nothing but grumble, harass, and overall just make this whole patrol worse than it really should have been. Her eyes cut to Ferntooth, not exactly friendly, but still as neutral as she possibly could in this situation. "Do you have any issues with this?" Because he was still the head of the patrol and if they went on without his approval, they could still possibly get in trouble with Bogstar which wasn't worth it right now.
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Post by Shadowkit on Apr 27, 2020 17:58:26 GMT -5
Jasminefur was trying to get a sense for the reactions of the kit, but it was hard to conclude more than...terrified, uncertain, distrusting. And how couldn't he be? Thinking back to the things that preoccupied Jasminekit, he couldn’t even begin to understand what this was doing in Ryekit's mind. Of course, the kit was never going to forget anything he had seen, and Jasminefur lamented that he couldn't do anything about it--he would give anything to wipe the memories from the kit’s mind.
A wave of relief cooled his anxiety as Ryekit quietly confirmed his trust for the warrior. Ryekit had the right to be scared of a lot right now, but he just needed the kit to be willing to trust that Jasminefur was bringing him to safety. “Good,” he murmured quietly, glancing over to Rosepelt, who was staring at him with wide, concerned eyes. He imagined her mind was burning with questions about Cherrypaw, but he shook his head slightly. This wasn’t the time, in this territory and in front of Ryekit.
He leaned down close to Ryekit, preparing to grab the kit by the scruff. “I’m going to carry you back, Ryekit,” he murmured quietly, then closed his jaws gently around around it. Returning to a standing position, he lifted the kit from the ground without much difficulty. [/ font]
Ferntooth was growing very sick of the troublesome trio lining up against him. He realized none of these cats were going to see any reason, so he just had to hope that Bogstar was going to understand that they needed to take care of their own. Foxstep and Frogleap especially were making it their mission to go against what was strategically sensible, unwilling to face the fact that they cats were never going to be truly loyal to ShadowClan, and feeding twice as many as they already were wasn't going to pay off for them in the future.
Turning his head from the group he focused on Oakpaw and Shadeleap, the latter of which brought it to him after a bit. “It’s fine,” he hissed, even though he clearly had problems with bringing back two more incapable cats. “I suggest they get on the way then. We need to get dirty,” he turned back to the group. “Let’s get going.”
Oakpaw sighed quietly as Shadeleap finished speaking and turned her attention towards getting her cranky ex-mentor's permission for this plan. She knew what the warrior was trying to do, attempting to boost her ego a little and point out her particular strengths in this situation--and she knew that the wounds were better than they had been a couple minutes ago for having some disinfecting herbs applied to them--but Ferntooth had succeeded in bringing her down, and she continued to do it for him once the other cats had pulled his attention away from her.
She swooped back to the herbs she had put down, realizing she had used enough to combine two of the oak leaves. She quickly did so, leaving the empty oak leaf behind and closing her jaws around a couple bundles this time, hoping a couple of the warriors would take them back even though they had to go get dirty. She would have asked Jasminefur, but he was carrying the kit now, and that seemed more important to her.
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Post by Shadowkit on Apr 28, 2020 8:43:14 GMT -5
(Let's skip back to camp)
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Post by sweetclover1 on Apr 29, 2020 8:47:30 GMT -5
And with that, the group split up with Oakpaw and Shadeleap taking the injured cats to the camp in a slightly more straightforward way, going through the thunder path just to throw off any scents that the dogs might have followed, Ryekit letting out a whine every now and then because even being carried hurt and of course he had that kit-like confidence of believing that he'd be able to keep up with fully grown warriors.
Which he couldn't.
By the time they had made it back to camp, and the second group covered in mud, Ryekit was exhausted and had fallen asleep while being carried. The pain and the fear he'd experienced today had finally overcome him and he only woke up when Twistedpath made her way to the group, surprised at there being two more injured Windclan cats but not questioning it- it wasn't the time. Instead, she ushered the two of them into the den where Cherrypaw was and had them in two seperate nests. Which- well. That was were Ryekit woke up and his heart nearly stopped in fear because the smell of Shadowclan was overwhelming and there was a much bigger, scarred, she cat who was sniffing around his pelt.
The little light brown kit let out a startled yelp, whapping the she cat on the nose in warning, but to his surprise... she let out a small chuckle. "Don't worry kit- I'm not gonna hurt ya. You've go some spunk," But the chuckle faded into a stern look. "Dont go doing that to everyone you meet, though. It'll be easier to make friends rather than enemies. Oakpaw did a good job of cleaning out your wounds and giving you the right things, but that doesn't mean you can go around tryin' to fight other cats. Not yet, at least." Poor kit was absolutely terrified and her priority was Rosepelt- but that didn't mean she'd let this kit go unchecked.
She'd have to check the nursery later, see if a queen was willing to look after him until he was ready to be an apprentice, because he couldn't stay here the entire time. She turned over to Oakpaw, a hint of pride in her eyes, despite the fact that she had undoubtedly seen something horrifying today. "You did well. Now- lets look at Rosepelts bite together. Now that you're not traveling and you have all of hour herbs and Windclans- do you want to take a look at that bite on her leg, or would you want to wait until we have to change it?" Neither would be a wrong choice- one might be just a little wasteful, but considering that this was a serious injury she might decide it was worth it. ---
Stormpelt had stayed I busy while the patrol was out- she went hunting, then afterwards, she prowled the camp looking for something to do because honestly she was anxious at letting her clanmates go somewhere so dangerous. So, the moment that the guards announced they were back, she was checking them and relieved to see none of them had new injuries- just two new cats that clearly needed help. So she waited as Bogstar came out, looking over at Ferntooth and the trio of warriors.
"Ferntooth, Frogleap, why don't you let me know what happened- it looks like we have two more cats than we had started with." Because, of course, he wasn't gong to just trust Ferntooth's word after how he'd acted during the meeting this morning and Frogleap was a good choice, until Jasminefur came back from the medicine cats den without a kit in his maw.
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Post by Shadowkit on Apr 29, 2020 14:30:11 GMT -5
The truth was that Jasminefur was still in a fragile place--his sister was alive, and Ryekit had survived too, but they were both injured and it still felt like the whole world had crumbled around him. As Ryekit let out the occasion whine at being carried, and Rosepelt whimpered in pain every now and then despite support from Shadeleap, he felt a dark cloud covering more and more of his mind. What was left? Remnants and fragments of the clan. How were they ever going to reshape it? How was the clan going to live on now?
As they reentered the camp, he ushered his sister towards the medicine-cat's den after Twistedpath had taken notice of them and made her way over. He didn't say anything until he had entered the medicine cat's den and set the little kit down in a nest, managing a sigh of relief as he realized that Ryekit and Rosepelt were back safely. He took a step back, letting Twistedpath take his place in front of the kit.
He stepped back towards his sister, and as she was settled into a nest of her own, her eyes glued on the unawakened Cherrypaw with an agape look of distraught, he nuzzled her meaningfully. "You're okay. Ryekit is okay. Cherrypaw will be too." He knew it was hard to believe. He barely believed it himself. But he could see she was still breathing, and if she had made it this long...well, that had to be a good sign, right? His voice fell to a lower volume and he gazed at his sister lovingly. "And you're okay." He breathed, letting himself revel in the small victory for a few moments.
Oakpaw didn't look okay by any meaning of the word. She had patched the wounds competently and they had rescued two more WindClan cats, but every second now she was trying to avoid thinking of a dog ripping Pinepaw or Maplepaw apart, the way those cats were ripped apart and discarded in the WindClan camp. There isn't an herb in the world that can stop that? How in the name of StarClan can I stop that? She lamented in her mind that she was powerless to cure that sort of wound. If her siblings encountered a dog, they were done, and that was utterly terrifying to her.
"I don't know," Oakpaw tried to pull herself out of her hopeless brooding over the dogs and focus back on the kit as Twistedpath warned the kit about picking fights with other ShadowClan cats. "Ryekit already gave Foxstep a bad day. He didn't even see the kit coming." She tried to have some humor in her voice, but her reserves of positive energy were all drained away, and it came through in a flat tone of voice as she spoke.
Oakpaw wasn't meeting Twistedpath's gaze, so she must have missed the pride that was shining in them. As her mentor starting talking about the bite wound, she managed to get herself to focus in a little more and process what Twistedpath was asking. "Well, I didn't patch them up as well as you could. And I was thinking, Shadeleap helped her walk but she was still having to move that leg, so maybe it's better to rewrap it?" She laid her thought process bare, thinking about the abundance of herbs they had taken from the WindClan camp.
"We couldn't get every single herb, but I think we got plenty, so I think it won't hurt us to, maybe, be a little bit wasteful this time to make sure the wound is patched up better for her." She concluded, finally meeting her mentor's gaze with a questioning gaze for confirmation of whether she had made the 'right' choice.
"I better go," Jasminefur softly mewed to his sibling, nuzzling her once more in appreciation for her presence. "I have to go report to Bogstar, but I'll be back later." He promised. Nothing would keep him from sharing tongues and comfort with his sister, and he needed to see Ryekit again now. He stepped away after his sister bid him farewell, then padded away slowly with a sigh, exiting the den.
"Umm..." Rosepelt quietly let out a mew as she stared at Cherrypaw, not focused in on the conversation the medicine cat was having with her apprentice. She waited until the medicine cat had finished speaking with Oakpaw, not wanting to interrupt, but her pelt was prickling with concern. "Is Cherrypaw...is she okay? Can we wake her up? I want to..." Her voice dripped with anxiety, the same anxiety that was plaguing her brother, though it seemed she more readily voiced it than Jasminefur.
Ferntooth took the first word when Bogstar called upon them. "We found two more of the WindClan cats in their territory," He reported, careful not to use the word that he had been happy to insult the kit with. "The warrior has a badly injured leg, and the kit is scraped up and terrified of everything." His mew was flat, unsympathetic, and he seemed to miss or forget that Bogstar had always been especially soft and sympathetic to kits.
"I don't think the warrior is going to be any use to us for at least a moon," He opined, then continued speaking on. "And the kit has been too busy lashing out at everyone on the patrol to calm down, so I don't imagine he'll be making his apprenticeship in time."
It was a harsh assessment, and Violetdapple stared at him from behind, cross and her eyes burning into his pelt, despite probably being the coolest and most controlled of the patrol. Who in the name of StarClan would want to be around this cat? And why was he becoming unusually cruel? A couple moons ago, she couldn't remember him being this insufferable. Had something changed?
Of course, he had taken Oakpaw abandoning his mentorship very poorly a moon ago. Perhaps it had been the insult that set him over the edge, but some cat needed to do something about the attitude he was showing this morning, because it was starting to rub off on every cat around him and it was going to have poor consequences eventually. It seemed like Jasminefur had been ready for a scrap with him, and the last thing they needed was a fight instigated by Ferntooth and taken up by the WindClan survivor.
Jasminefur exited the medicine cat's den, his ears twitching as he thought he heard something about an apprenticeship. Unsure what the warrior had said exactly as he stood below Bogstar's high perch, he took the initiative to come closer, scanning around him. He didn't open his mouth yet, though, as it seemed that either Violetdapple or Frogleap was going to speak, and he didn't want to cut them off. He felt a small dash of pride for Ryekit as his gaze landed on Foxstep again.
Waiting for Bogstar to call upon him, if he was going to, Jasminefur took a couple steps back, and found himself almost walking back into Stormpelt. When he felt her fur against his back, he spun around and murmured an apology. Recognizing the cat who had been ready to rip his throat out when she first saw him, but had since voiced her support, or at the least, sympathy of the situation he was in, he took in a breath and exhaled it as he spoke. "I found my sister," He mewed quietly to Stormpelt. "She made it." The relief in his voice was clear, and as he sat down on his haunches facing the warrior, he made a decision then and there. "I'm going to ask Bogstar if it is okay to begin hunting for them, if...if it doesn't cause any problems. I know some cats might not want me learning the territory," There was an edge to his voice that spoke to his experience on the patrol with Ferntooth, but realizing Stormpelt wouldn't know exactly what he meant, he let it go with a sigh.
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Post by Shadowkit on May 4, 2020 8:17:13 GMT -5
(Yes very much)
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Post by sweetclover1 on May 4, 2020 9:12:42 GMT -5
She couldn't help the purr of amusement at the mention of this kit getting Foxstep by surprise, the image almost too amusing of this little scrap of fur taking on and actually startling a fully fledged warrior. "Oh really?" She mused as she nudged half of a poppy seed towards the kit, the poor thing was beyond scared and she doubted had slept in awhile. "Eat this, kit. It's just a poppy seed. It'll help you feel better." Of course it was a bit of a stand off between the kit and the medicine cat, who was surprisingly gentle with him, before he looked over at Rosepelt and Jasminefur with obvious fear, before realizing that they would obey Twistedpath and reluctantly lapped it up. It didn't take long for him to become drowsy, to fall asleep because he was already exhausted to begin with.
"Don't put your own work down, it's unproductive especially since you've barely been a medicine cat apprentice for a moon. You've learned a lot and sure a lot more useful than I was during my first moon as a medicine cat apprentice." Twistedpath corrected almost sharply, her tail twitching as she undid the wrapping on her leg, humming a little as she looked at the deep wound.
"That was a good call. There's a reason why we don't let warriors walk around on wrapped wounds, eh? Stuff won't stay still." And just like that, her sharp rebuke and attitude that came with it was gone, studying the wound carefully. "Oakpaw, why don't you go and put the bundles in the back and come back with more Chervil?" She requested before turning her attention to Rosepelt.
"Rosepelt, right? We're doing our best to help Cherrypaw- she's not in great condition right now but she's fighting. We're hoping she'll wake up soon, but we've been trying to keep her resting. The more she sleeps the better she can fight off her wounds. That goes for you, too. Tell me how much pain you're in- we can give you some poppy seeds but not a lot. We need to make sure there aren't any major changes to your wound, and you feeling something different could very well be our first sign if things are getting better or worse." She never said things to make others feel better- she was brutally honest, because she felt as if that practice was best.
Little Ryekit was fast asleep, after all, so she saw no need to soften her words just yet. It was better to let others know about the reality of the situation than lead them with false hope and things go horribly wrong. The Shadowclan medicine cat gave Jasminefur a twitch of her ear- not that she was trying to actually dismiss him, but her focus was solely on her and Oakpaws patients right now. --
"To be fair, he just watched his entire clan be slaughtered, and was only told bad things about Shadowclan. Do you really think that Mallowkit wouldn't do the same? Or any of the other kits here? We've told them plenty of horror stories about Thunderclan and Windclan. " Frogleap interjected immediately with a lash of his tail, still beyond annoyed as he turned to Bogstar with a blank gaze.
"It didn't help that Ferntooth had threatened the kit with bringing him back to the Windclan camp. I'm willing to bet that he'd be less scared and trying to fight everyone if he didn't do that. " Because Frogleap was more than tired of Ferntooth's attitude and, frankly, the young warrior was well aware that he wasn't the only one either. Ferntooth had gotten siginificantly worse after Oakpaw choosing another path, and while he understood that it was a fairly hard truth to swallow, he didn't get how Ferntooth couldn't act just a little more mature.
It was a bit disappointing, honestly.
Bogstar wasn't happy at this little fact, either, turning to the older warrior sharply. "Ferntooth, is that true?" His voice was eerily calm, but his gaze hardened at the comment of Ferntooth threatening a kit, something that he personally would never stand for. Not only did he have a soft spot for the younger cats in his clan- the thought of them growing into the new generation was always exciting and he did his best to nurture each cats talents- but he was a massive stickler for the warriors code. He had punished his clanmates for lesser infractions for this, so Ferntooth would have to tread carefully.
(Sorry this one is a little short, I have to go to work but wanted to get it out!)
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Post by Shadowkit on May 4, 2020 12:24:06 GMT -5
Well, it's the truth. Oakpaw thought defiantly, though she didn't dare push the issue directly to Twistedpath, especially with that sharp tone the medicine cat had adopted. It was a warning not to talk back, at least to her. "Of course, Twistedpath," She mewed obediently, quickly ushering the oak leaves of herbs two at a time to the stores in back. She reminded herself to unpack them when they weren't dealing with injured cats, and then swept up a fair amount of Chervil, trotting back to Twistedpath and laying the herb down at her mentor's paws. Rosepelt's face grew crestfallen as the medicine cat described how Cherrypaw was doing--the instructions about her own pain barely made it in one ear and out of the other as her gaze drifted to the apprentice and her face seemed to go blank, her eyes focusing on the wound around her eye.
"Cherrypaw, please...." She murmured quietly, quickly pulling herself to her paws from where she rested despite the two medicine cats who were hovering over her. In spite of their efforts to get to work on her leg especially, she hobbled over to the apprentice's side and leaned down, pressing her nose gently to the apprentice's muzzle. Despite her desperation to see the apprentice okay, she heard Twistedpath, and didn't want to stir Cherrypaw if it meant she couldn't recover as much as she needed to. "Please. We can't lose another WindClan cat." She whispered, more to herself and the unconscious cat lying in front of her."C-come on, Rosepelt!" Oakpaw mewed urgently as soon as the she-cat was done mumbling to the apprentice. "We just moved you through the whole of the territory. You need to lay down and stop moving!" There was a certainty to her mew, as Oakpaw knew they had already aggravated the wound with all of their movement and Twistedpath needed to get to work on it now.Rosepelt gazed down anxiously at Cherrypaw as the medicine cat's apprentice urged her to return to the nest she had been guided to. As she heard Oakpaw speak, Rosepelt grew more attuned to the burning sensation in her leg especially, and she gave an exasperated sigh. Lingering over the apprentice for another couple moments, she willed StarClan to give Cherrypaw a safe recovery, then turned back and returned to her nest, lying down and stretching her leg out so it was close to the two healers."The kit was disrespectful and and personally insulted me," Ferntooth was quick to respond with an evasive non-answer as Bogstar turned on him with a particular sort of ire. He realized very quickly that he had stepped on a particularly fesity rat, and it re-occurred to the warrior that the leader had always displayed a particular fondness to the younger members of the clan...of the forest.
A kit of any clan was to be helped when they were in distress--Bogstar was going to take that to the extreme, wasn't he? Sheltering, feeding and protecting the kit--Bogstar would justify it as part of the Warrior Code, even if it cost their own warriors the food that they needed to sustain themselves. Ferntooth knew that he was caught in a bad place at the moment, and he felt the nearing punishment that Bogstar would put on him if he didn't find a way out of this. "It was just to get cooperation, nothing I really would follow through with," Ferntooth hastily claimed, something of a half-truth from what his behavior out on the WindClan moors had suggested.Jasminefur gave a quiet sigh, shifting his gaze away from Stormpelt as the she-cat seemed focused elsewhere--probably the growing tension in the middle of the camp, as Frogleap basically called out Ferntooth's cruelty out on the moorlands. Jasminefur didn't feel a bit of sympathy as Ferntooth seemed to grow visibly wary and stiff, getting a sense of the place this was putting him in.
"Ferntooth said that he had your ear, and with one word from him, you'd send Ryekit back to camp all alone," Jasminefur's voice called out from where he stood, indignant at Ferntooth's avoidance and with disdain littering the tone of his mew. Violetdapple, and other cats' gaze turned upon him as he spoke up. "He terrorized the little kit," The WindClan warrior mewed bitterly, staring up at Bogstar, his gaze filled with something that was in between a request and a challenge--not demanding something from the leader, yet Jasminefur felt that the ShadowClan warrior's behavior had been absolutely inexcusable. His mew echoed the emotions he was feeling.
(Thanks for getting one up! I've missed this one)
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Post by Shadowkit on May 6, 2020 14:45:30 GMT -5
(Oops Well stay safe in your work!)
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