Reden and Dawnmist 1x1 rp

Owlwing was glad that she understood wht he said. Many young cats would just shrug it off without a thought. When he caught the scent of unknown cats, he was quick to get into a defensive pose, hiding Morningpaw behind him as he stared down the three cats before he blinked in realization. Taking in everything before him, he looked to Morningpaw. Go get cobwebs and start trying to stop the bleeding. I'll go get herbs." He ordered, he then looked to Duskpaw. "Lay her down somewhere safe, no moving her once she is laid so make sure it's a safe place." Without another word, Owlwing raced into the woods in search of the required herbs. He would easily be able to find the cats later. He's mind raced as he ran, trying to think of what happened. He couldn't help but wonder if the omen Morningpaw had recieved was regarding this. He quickly search for herbs that he knew would likely grow in the area, marigold for bleeding, willow bark and poppy seeds for pain, stinging nettle for the broken bone and to stop infection. He gathered what he needed into a large laurel leaf and raced after the scent of the cats, hoping he wasn't too late. "How's the bleeding?" He asked Morningpaw as he placed everything down. He looked to the three other cats. "All of you, out, including Duskpaw, we need room." He barked harshly, turning his attention back to Frostpaw. "Duskpaw, get us a sturdy stick." He called.

Henry nodded. "Very well. I hop that we will be able to meet again. You will always be welcomed within our group." He told the black tom before leaving, a swish of his tail instructing Mara to Follow. He now knew that the mysterious cat was staying outside of the twoleg place and acquainted with the clan cats. Henry narrowed his eyes, wondering what would cause a clan cat to enter such a place. Especially where there were aggressive dogs. "Mara, I want you to search around and get as much information as you can regarding those cats."

Owlwing gave the poppy seeds to Frostpaw and then instructed her to bite down on the stick as he worked on her wounds. He kept his gaze on the pale cat as he worked away, seeming to be completely unaware of his surroundings and only focused on treatment. Occasionally, he would request a certain herbs from Morningpaw, providing her with instructions when needed. He did not however, allow the she-cat to actively take part. It was in an unknown environment and a life of death situation, he could not allow the risk of a mistake, everything have to be done perfectly. He found a great aid however in her preparing materials for him, surprised by how responsive she was being despite the patient being her sister. After a while, Owlwing was finished. He stepped away from Frostpaw and took the stick that now laid in front of her. "I will go gather some chamomile for when she wakes up. Some ragwort as well..." Owlwing told her, standing up and exiting the den. He looked up to the sky. It was far to late to continue their journey. "Clean yourself off in the river. We will be staying there for tonight. Duskpaw, when Morningpaw gets back, go out and catch some prey. I will return shortly." He instructed before once again disappearing into the forest.

Owlwing returned as Duskpaw left, giving the younger cat a nod of acknowledgement as he returned to the fox den. "Take this." He instructed her, providing her with some thyme he had found. He walked around the den, unbothered by the blood that still stained his coat, taking note of the surrounding area. "Frostpaw will have to stay here." He eventually said, breaking the silence. While many would welcome her and Duskpaw back, there were many that saw them as traitors. Have Frostpaw come back due to injury would not be something many would accept. Once a cat leaves the clan, it was often difficult for them to returned, especially when considering that her training had been left unfinished. "I'll return here at night to tend to her wounds. We will not speak to Moonstar of this for now." He added. While Moonstar was usually kind and generous, he knew she may not feel comfortable with Owlwing using his time and resources to tend to a cat that left the clan, especially when considering that Morningpaw was still young, and not ready to take over his duties if something were to happen. He signed and glanced to the den, he wondered how they had gotten into that situation.

"Not a word to anyone." He affirmed. The less that they discussed the two siblings, the better. Silvermist would be hard set on saving them, it would cause a rift in the clan. As much as Owlwing would love to have everything back how it was, what was done is done. Owlwing was the first to pick his portion. He grabbed the largest mouse, deciding it would be best to split his prey with Frostpaw whenever she was ready to eat. The other two still needed to grow, they needed to eat their fill. The tom sat down in front of the den and began to eat without hesistation, though when Duskpaw mentioned telling them what happened, Owlwing shook his head. "it's best that we don't know." He told Duskpaw. He stopped eating and crossed his paws, glancing between the two cats before speaking again. "You aren't of Isletclan anymore. What you do and what happens to you is none of our concern." He told Duskpaw, though his tone was more gentle than expected. He looked to Morningpaw. "You are a medicine cat, you can't let your feelings and emotions get involved when treating someone. Especially when it's your friends and family." The tom told her, knowing that she may not like what he was saying. "Duskpaw, assuming that there is no danger to the clan, you keep what happened to yourself. There is nothing we can do besides treat your wounds, whatever happened will not change that. You cannot have one paw within the clan and another out here. Until Frostpaw is healed, I will continue to help you. However, once she is healed, you are to never request the aid of Isletclan again." The tom then continued to eat. He was sure that the two siblings found what he said to be offensive, but he could not allow Duskpaw to convince Morningpaw to leave the clan as well.

Owlwing watched the two in silence, feeling a tinge of guilt, but he was glad the two cats seemed to understand his reasoning. As much as it seemed to be cruel, at the end of the day, it was to make everything much easier on them. He suspected it was foul play, but knowing for sure would only cause Morningpaw to try to protect them. He shook his head to remove the thoughts, now wasn't the time to worry about such things. "I'll be sure to teach you and Frostpaw somethings that will be useful." He told Duskpaw, finishing his portion of the mouse before standing. His ear twitched as he heard Frostpaw shift in the den. He picked up what remained and disappeared into the darkness. After a while, he returned, glancing to Morningpaw and Duskpaw. "You two should probably go talk in the den. I'm sure it will comfort Frostpaw to hear your voices. I'll go clean off and gather more moss." He told them, glancing back to the den as he spoke. Frostpaw was still not fully aware due to the poppy seeds, but she needed emotional comfort right now. The worse of it was over.

Owlwing was already outside the den, several herbs neatly bundled in front of him. He glanced up when he saw Morningpaw and Duskpaw. "I'll help frostpaw." He said, slipping past the two to go help the smaller cat. He emerged again, supporting a drousy Frostpaw out to a sunny spot in the grass. He placed a small mouse in front of her, along with some herbs to eat as he began to inspect her wouds. As much as he would perfer to have her stay put, he knew that she would regret it if she couldn't see Morningpaw off. The tom placed a mixture of chewed herbs on her wound. "Duskpaw, come here, look at what I'm doing." He ordered. "Dock leaves to go in her nest. Marigold gets chewed and applied to the wound, it helps prevent infection. I just gave her one poppy seed, she's too small for two to be given regularly, and stinging nettle for her to chew on." He pointed to each herb that he had laid out. "Do this every morning, I'll come at night and take care of her then." He glanced from Duskpaw and back to Frostpaw, who, despite her worn out state, had been paying key attention to what the medicine cat was saying. "After we eat we will be leaving. I'll place these in the den for you." He told the three siblings, figuring that they would want time for themselves.

Frostpaw watched Owlwing closes, and turned her head to watch him disappear into the den before looking to her siblings. "Owlwing said that it's not that bad." She told her siblings, her voice seeming far away as she poked at the prey that had been placed in front of her. She recalled what she had been told so far. The bite on her flank was what she had been referring to, it was deep, but Owlwing was confident in her recovery. Her tail however had been left as a stump, the length of that of a rabbit's. She swallowed hard, still numb from both the shock and medication. Her brain felt fuzzy and her body seemed as if it wasn't her own. A tail though was better than a foot or leg, she could adapt without it. She glanced to her sibling again before she started to eat in silence.

Frostpaw glanced up at the mention of their father, she too was curious as to how he and Aspenpaw have been. She glanced at the ground in front of her, recalling that day with guilt panging at her heart. She had promised to protect Duskpaw when they left, yet it was her decision to follow Azreal that got them in this situation. She looked up to Morningpaw, resting her head on her paws, wanting to hear what she had to say. "And Aspenpaw too." She added, not wanting to miss a single detail. She was curious if Aspenpaw was a warrior yet. She could imagine him, sitting in front of everyone, his chest puffed out and goofy grin on his face. She had to prevent herself from laughing at the image. Her ears twisted back as she heard Owlwing exit the den, however, the tom stopped and said nothing. She felt relief fill her body, glad that the medicine cat wasn't rushing Morningpaw to leave. She could vaguely sense him staring at them, but based on her siblings, she assumed it was a look of boredom, not irritation. She placed all of her attention back to Morningpaw, not wanting to miss a single word.

Frostpaw was quiet for a while after what Duskpaw said, but she soon spoke up. "I perfer living as a loner." She admitted to her siblings, ignoring the narrowed gaze of Owlwing from behind her. Perhaps it was due to the poppy seeds, but she felt inclined to admit her feelings. She liked living out in the forest without the clan. She missed her family dearly, but part of her felt like this was right, like it was how she was suppose to be. "I miss you, Aspenpaw and father...and you as well Owlwing." She paused, trying to think of what to say, but the fuzziness of her brain made it difficult to find the right words. "But I feel like this is how I was meant to live. I don't feel like I have to act a certain way, and I have time to just sit and think." She glanced up to Morningpaw, worried that her sister would feel betrayed or hurt by her words. Of course, if Duskpaw wanted to rejoin the clan, she would want to go with him, but if this was how the rest of her life was going to be, she would be content. She still prayed to starclan, and thanked them for every piece or prey and slip of water, but she was beginning to think clan life was not the life for her.

"Just make sure you stay out of trouble then." Owlwing responded, his expression was neutral, seeming to be unsurprised by Frostpaw's words. He waited until Frostpaw nodded in response before he spoke again. "Morningpaw, we best be leaving soon, or the clan will grow concerned. We have to clean our pelts before we can enter Isletclan territory." He told his apprentice, standing up. He nodded his head in farewell to the two outsiders. "I'll be at the river." He added before trotting away, intent to thoroughly clean his pelt.

Frostpaw nodded in agreement. "We will. It's not far from here anyways, if Owlwing finds us, we can jsut say that we were trying to find him." She told her sister. The she-cat glanced to Duskpaw, "I promise I will try to recover quickly." She told him, a spark of determination in her eyes despite her dazed expression. She loved her siblings dearly, and did not want to miss out on the chance to see them again. She felt guilty that Aspenpaw was not with the right now. The tom would have a fit if he knew. "I hope I get to call you and Aspenpaw different names by then." She added with a tired purr, resting her head down on the cool ground as she walked her sister leave. She closed her eyes completely, enjoying the sound of the bugs and birds, and the feeling of the cool greenleaf breeze on her pelt. Despite her pain and worry for her future, she was glad to have seen her sister again.


Owlwing sat by the river, his pelt dripping with water as he dried himself off. He glanced up Morningpaw but said nothing, deciding that they could talk while they walked. He waited patiently by the water's edge, watching out for any dangers while Morningpaw rid herself of any scents that would be noticed by their clanmates. "We will grab herbs on our way back." He told her, knowing that would help hide the scent even more.

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Frostpaw found herself beginning to fall asleep, basking in the warm sunlight, listening to the sound of Duskpaw beside her. She felt so tired, something Owlwing had warned her about. She couldn't help but allow herself to relax, trusting that Duskpaw would protect her. He was the one that saved her after all, somehow. She thought back to his heroism, it made her so proud, he acted like a true warrior. As she drowsily recalled the event, images of what happened flashed through her mind. White teeth, red blood, the dark figure of her brother racing towards her. Her eyes shot opened and she released a shocked gasp, finding herself coughing as she struggled to breath in air. "Duskpaw!" She shouted, desperately looking around. When her gaze landed on the black cat, she stared for a moment, regaining herself and realizing what she had just done. "I'm sorry." She mewed, nearly a whisper. She looked down at her paws with a guilty expression. "C-Could I go back in the den now?" She requested, now feeling exposed as she laid in the grass.

Owlwing walked with urgency, much faster than when they had first departed. "I'll tell you what you will tell anyone that asks." He barked, his amber eyes looking fierce. The tenderness that they had held previously was now gone, instead it was replaced with harsh determination. Lying to Moonstar could be easily seen as a crime. However, he had to withhold his tongue until Frostpaw was in the clear. Though if she ever did find out, trading goods would become more difficult. "We went to moonstone, stayed there for the night, you saw the same vision as before, but the pale fish was tail-less. We wanted to gather herbs on our way back so we crossed the river. I was able to catch us prey while we were gathering." He told her strictly, taking the time to glance back at her. "You got that?" He added, waiting for her response before shifting his gaze back to the path ahead. "We can start gathering herbs as soon as we cross the border. Anything you can find, but we keep moving." They had to make it clear that there was a good reason for their late arrival, he was sure Moonstar wouldn't question anything, but Silvermist was his main concern.

Frostpaw laid down, quietly thanking her brother as he placed in her the nest. She glanced around the den, pulling moss closer to her body with her fore paw before laying her head down once again. She glanced to the light that flooded from the entrance, feeling some comfort when she could make out part of Duskpaw's figure. She released a heavy sigh, forcing herself to close her eyes. She pushed away the thoughts that tried to invade her mind, instead focusing on memories of hunting for fish in the river. She soon felt herself fall asleep, vivid images of silver fish darting around her in crystal clear water flooding her dreams.

Owlwing was glad that the younger cat was being so receptive. They were able to gather a wide range of herbs, many of them ones that he wanted more of anyways. As they came closer to camp, the cat turned to look at Morningpaw once again. "Don't forget what I said." He told her, starting to make his way towards the entrance of the dam.

When the two entered, Aspenpaw was near the entrance, bundles of prey in his mouth from his hunt. He glanced back to look at Morningpaw, and quickly placed down his prey at the fresh-kill pile. The tom rushed over to Morningpaw, purring in greeting. "Morningpaw! You're back!" He mewed, side stepping to get out of Owlwing's way, the brown tom not slowing down his stride to the medicine cat den. "Yikes, he's in a nasty mood." Aspenpaw whispered. Despite his apparent distaste for the medicine cat, his blue eyes were filled with concern. "What happened? Oh, I guess I can't really ask you." He signed, remembering when he and Redpaw asked Owlwing a few moons ago, getting the scolding of a life time. "Medicine cat stuff...I can at least carry those herbs for you, you look exhausted."

Aspenpaw nodded and watched her go, his tail dropping with a thud. He glanced around the clearing, looking to see if Redpaw was near. He sighed and picked up a mouse, remembering that Redpaw was still out hunting. He began to eat in silence, but he felt excitement again when Morningpaw came back out. He quickly grabbed the half eaten mouse and trotted over, sitting down beside her to continue his meal.

Silvermist's eyes lit up at the sight of his kits. The tom turned and looked to Redpaw. "Why don't you go join them?" He suggested with a smile. "I'll be back in a moment." He explained. The silver cat gave Morningpaw and Aspenpaw a smile as he passed them, making his way to Moonstar's den. He paused when he saw Owlwing by the Willow tree, seeming to be waiting for their leader. At first he felt worry, but soon it was changed to pride. "Is it about Morningpaw?" He asked quickly, getting a snort in response.

"Quit being nosey." Owlwing responded, his earing flattening as the silver cat laughed. He was quiet for a moment. "It could be." He added teasingly, giving his friend a small grin.

Silvermist smiled even more. He felt some sadness. The three apprentices all seemed like kits to him still, but it seemed as though they had all grown up so quickly. "Did she get her name last night?" He asked.

Owlwing shook his head. "No, we were there for a different reason." He lied, looking up at the willow tree. "I will try to take her there tomorrow. She will have to fast, so we will not be able to go tonight." He explained, getting a nod from the tom as he spoke. "But I do have a name already picked...It suits her." He added.

Aspenpaw released a loud sigh. "Nothing, it was so boring." He complained, looking to Redpaw for his agreement. "Briarshine had let us into the nursery though. The kits are super cute but so small." He told his sister, using hid paws to indicate the size of the kittens. "I can't believe that they will be as big as us one day." He added, taking another bite from his mouse. It was nice that they didn't have to worry much about prey or Forestclan, especially right now, but it was starting to get boring. He purred slightly, thinking of when the kits are older. He would for sure seek over and play with them whenever he got the chance. "Do you think we would get to mentor them?" He asked out loud, trying to count in his head the age difference.

Owlwing gave the grey cat a polite nod. "Glad to be back." He responded, silently thanking Starclan that he was not asked anything regarding their journey. "I would like to to..." He paused and glanced behind him, seeing Silvermist listening intently with his fluffy tail high in the air. Owlwing rolled his eyes, the warrior was acting like a kit. He looked back to their leader, ignoring the tom and allowing him to listen to his words, sensing the excitement radiating from Silvermist as he spoke. It made him smile slightly, but he forced himself to revert to a more proper expression. "I know that it is very soon, but I would like to take her again tomorrow. I feel that I have taught her all that I can. She is young, but she is wise beyond her age. I am proud to have been her mentor." Owlwing told the she-cat, giving Silvermist another small glance, more warm than before. He was glad that despite what had happened, he could provide his pseudo-brother some happiness.

Aspenpaw nodded proudly at his sister's words. "I will be the best warrior this forest has every seen." He boasted, hopping up and getting into a playful, fighting stance, challenging Redpaw to attack him. "Just the other day, I won against father!" He told his sister. He found it odd how small his father seemed now, it was like he was all fluff. Aspenpaw was already decently larger. "Do you think I'm bigger than Duskpaw? Since he has fur like father, maybe he's just all fur too?" The dark tabby suggested, seeming to like the idea of being the largest in the family. When he becomes leader, he would want to be a fierce protector that everyone respected, and surely being a huge cat would help with that.

"Ah Moonstar," Silvermist interrupted, stepping in front of Owlwing, earning a playful grumble from the brown tabby. "I wanted to also recommend Redpaw. I know he is a year younger than Morningpaw and Aspenpaw, but you wouldn't know it when you see them together." The silver tabby paused as he thought for a moment, a look of guilt on his face. "Even when I was being neglectful, he strived to continue his training and was able to keep up with Aspenpaw. I think that despite me failing to act as his mentor throughout his apprenticeship, he has shown dedication to both himself and the clan. I think that the moon difference would not be noticed by anyone." He further explained.