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~ TWISTEDPAW OF WINDCLAN - AFAB SHE/HER ~ Small, skinny black she-cat with a light gray belly and tail-tip, a crooked jaw, a mangled tail, and one blind eye. @wolfie @KataroAndTheHeather @Undertaker @Moonraven @Rani @MangofDoom @Poprock @Kieran :3 @/anyone else involved |
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Dewsong Pulled Back, Wincing As Badgersnap Looked On In Utter Disbalife. This Cat Had Helped Heal Her Dreadful Wounds, And Before Her Death, His Exile. The Slim Body Of Dewsong Slipped Away From The Crowd, And To The Territory.
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Bravebird She/her | 41 moons | Beefed Up T3 • One with the Warren So it would be exile then. Bravebird had flattened her ears against her head when Twilightstar spoke of Peachfrost and how her sister would remain in exile. It tore at her heart like claws, but her leader's word was law and she would follow it dutifully. From where she sat she simply ducked her head and let her gaze fall to Leafspot, waiting a moment before she would eventually get up and, with Driftingsoul's help, move their fallen Clanmate. |
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Maplekit stared at Twistedpaw for a few more moments, before she nodded at the she-cat. Look--Maplekit isn't all that evil and mean. She could feel the apprentice's emotions, especially since tears were streaming down the poor apprentice's cheek. But, she has lost all sense of emotions. |
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The longer Fleckstorm listened, the more they considered the former. How could Cowtuft not have known? Or at the very least, suspected? He had fooled them all. Icy blue eyes drifted to Littleshock as their Clanmate spoke out, and Fleckstorm was inclined to agree. Exile was too kind a fate, too merciful for the damage Cowtuft had done. Seven cats, two of which were children... they couldn't recall the last time seven had even been downed in a fight before. Treacherous, truly. They slunk close to Littleshock, attention locked onto Cowtuft as the cat waited to leave - tempted to give him an escort, but not wanting to become the eighth of his victims. "I'm in agreement," they said in a silky smooth voice. "Fair is fair. He killed seven of us, and I for one am not so certain he won't do it again once he has far less eyes on him. A game would be something to make of it. Settling our hearts and ensuring a proper fate for a killer in the process." |
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https://warriorcatsonline.com/forums...ictureid=44821 [/QUOTE]Sunnyspark smiled as the she-cat` wrapped her tail around her. "Thanks its so much warmer!" No Problem! I Hate Seeing Others Struggling In This Harsh Season. Bird Purred, This Cat Carried A Comforting Scent For Dewsong. |
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Scalescar was devastated of Twilightstar words, cowtuft was a noble medicine cat this was outrageous.
Nightpaw felt hidden alone and scared with the commotion Crookedpaw watched silently |
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https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachmen...601aac99e932d& *-Lichenpaw-* 106/100 she/her || 11moons small and scruffy calico with one blinding eye There are punishments worse than death, Lichenpaw knows, and to lose your home, your status as not only medicine cat but a clan cat in general is... it's worse than just being killed here and now. Lichenpaw can't even begin to imagine the feeling of isolation, of fear and regret and sorrow and guilt... she feels sick. This can't be happening, Cowtuft (she'd refuse to call him anything else. He is and always has been 'Cowtuft' to her. Simple as that.) isn't about to lose his home and his friends over a mistake. A mistake that could've been easily prevented, yes, should have been easily prevented, but a mistake nonetheless. |
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~ WOLFFANG OF WINDCLAN - AMAB HE/HIM - BEEFED UP TIER 1 ~
Large, muscular, dappled gray tom with light cream-gray fluff on the front of his neck and chest; amber eyes. Like most serious situations in WindClan, it seemed the situation was devolving into a monster fire. It didn't take long for Wolffang to get the confirmation he needed that Cowtuft, indeed, had brought deathberries into the camp. The warrior's fury only tripled. Long, sharp claws dug into the earth, frost crackling and water springing up to soak his paw pads. But they were numb, so he didn't notice. His single ear flattened, and a low growl rumbled in his throat. How could anyone - especially a medicine cat - do something so featherbrained? Yes, there was no sympathy left for Cowtuft. Now he understood why Bravebird had stared at him like that. This wasn't a case of a medicine cat failing to notice supplies poisoned by a traitor; this was a case of a medicine cat who had hidden poison from his Clanmates, for what reason Wolffang didn't know, and allowed it to spread to his stores. Seven WindClan cats had died. Seven. And now that Wolffang knew Cowtuft was truly responsible, he wanted to rip all that fluff off his oversized body. Though Wolffang knew to keep a check on his rage. Fallownose, apparently, didn't. He respected the deputy, he did. But killing Cowtuft? Execution is a method only used for cats who are intentionally dangerous to the Clan. Cowtuft won't be once he's out of WindClan. Still, Wolffang couldn't help flexing his claws. He deserves nothing less than exile. Before the dappled gray tom could voice his opinions, multiple other cats did, fighting against exile. And there was one in particular who caught his attention. Twistedpaw. The Ashfeather look-alike, potential reincarnation. She'd bolted across the clearing to stand protectively before Cowtuft, terrified but holding her head high, defending him. Wolffang had to admire the strength of her morale. It was something he'd never seen in Ashfeather. She deserves this second chance, to be strong. To be herself. But all the same, this faith was misplaced. Twistedpaw shared Ashfeather's unfortunate... softness. Too defensive of the guilty. Wolffang's amber eyes narrowed. This is more than a "mistake." Seven cats died because Cowtuft brought poison into his den and let it taint the herbs. His personality doesn't matter. Actions do. Twilightstar had had good reason for demoting Wolffang back in the day. He had made mistakes. Failed to be present for his Clan. But even then, amid his emotional turmoil, he had never, ever done anything this vile. Are there things I should've been punished for? Yes. But I never would've poisoned seven of my Clanmates like this. It was a truly despicable crime, accidental it may be. One of the Clan's youngest members, Maplekit, rebuked Twistedpaw for her words. Wolffang couldn't help respecting her - well, until she called for demotion. He had, but that was before he knew the truth. Leechscar also went against the apprentice's claim. Wolffang's eyebrows rose. Leechscar had always been so protective of Ashfeather; he'd expected the unruly warrior to try defending her. But then he reminded himself that Leechscar was strict and smart with a healthy dose of disrespectful and rude. He wouldn't try to back Twistedpaw up, no matter what she said or thought. What if Leopardsong was defending him? he wondered with a jolt. Cowtuft, I mean. Would I humiliate her in front of the whole Clan? He shook himself. I'd still say what I thought was best. But I wouldn't insult her. The argument would be against her words, not her. Intrusive thought aside, Wolffang wasn't quite sure what to make of the rest of Leechscar's statement. Would death really be more merciful? He'd be... wherever StarClan would send him. If he was exiled, he'd live with the shame of it, unable to contact his kin, friends, and Clanmates. But death - regardless of whether Cowtuft went to StarClan or the Dark Forest - wasn't a mercy. Getting forced off the real world, no matter how dire the circumstances, was more of a punishment than exile. More cats spoke, including Deadmoon. Wolffang glanced at his brown tabby sister and nodded. She was clever. Then Twilightstar responded to the whole situation, refuting claims of treason and arriving at the conclusion of exile. Wolffang nodded in agreement. Some cats reacted in shock, gasping despite their calls to throw him out or even kill him. Unless those were the ones who'd called for demotion? Then there were others offering to escort Cowtuft to the Outskirts. Cowtuft himself looked like he was breaking down, but he seemed to accept his punishment. I see there's some honor left in him. Humility, more like it. He should feel ashamed for what he'd done. The warrior Littleshock stepped forward, malicious intent dripping from her voice as she asked Twilightstar for permission to hunt him down. Wolffang glared at her. The longing, so clear in her voice, made his blood boil. "We're warriors, not rogues," he growled, though Softsong beat him to a more thorough tongue-lashing. Wolffang knew how to deal those. He'd overseen more failed patrols than most other cats had in a long lifetime. He still wasn't quite sure how to feel about that. Another voice exploded, and Wolffang turned, shock rippling through him. It was Twistedpaw again, absolutely exploding on everybody. It was the last thing he'd expected from her, that's for sure. But, once more, her spirit was misplaced. What connection does she have with him? he wondered. An unwanted trickle of sympathy slithered into his frustration and displeasure. Did he help her through some tough times? Or is she simply defending someone she views as innocent? From what he knew about the meek apprentice, he doubted she'd do this for a random cat. But who knew? Then another apprentice - Lichenpaw - sprang forward and also began to explode on Littleshock and everyone else. Wolffang waited for the voices to die down, then lifted his head, yowling in a commanding and authoritative tone. "WindClan, listen! The punishment is fair as it is. When I called for demotion, it was because I thought someone else had poisoned Cowtuft's herb stores and he'd failed to realize it. Now that I've learned it was Cowtuft's fault for the poison being here in the first place - and his negligence in the deaths of seven of us, including two kits - I have no sympathy. Exile is only deserved. Cowtuft will be unable to return home, and once his parting is announced at the Gathering, I'm sure no Clan will take in someone so careless. However, execution is too harsh a punishment, as I do believe death is worse than living. Did Cowtuft intentionally make his Clanmates fall ill? No. Execution would be for an intentioned murderer, not a careless one. And to even think of hunting him for sport would make us no better than a band of lawless rogues. The warrior code says not to kill if not required, and in this case, it isn't required. With Cowtuft out of the medicine den - and our Clan - he is no threat to us. Let him wander away from his home and all that he's known as punishment for the seven innocent lives lost due to his carelessness." Wolffang, still with a confident but not cocky, authoritative air, stalked over to Twistedpaw, who glared up at him with mismatched eyes. ~ TWISTEDPAW OF WINDCLAN - AFAB SHE/HER ~ Small, skinny black she-cat with a light gray belly and tail-tip, a crooked jaw, a mangled tail, and one blind eye. Everyone felt like an enemy. An enemy who would haul Cowtuft away just as they had her mother. Though one cat deserved it and the other didn't. One cat had been driven mad, and the other had made a mistake. That didn't stop the cats surrounding her from being willing to exile them both. Twistedpaw had never felt this passionate, this enraged, but she had to protect her Cowtuft. The only cat besides her mother who felt like family. True family. The first cat who trotted up was Maplekit. Twistedpaw turned toward her, but with no impulse to attack. A kit couldn't take someone as big as Cowtuft away. For a moment, Twistedpaw imagined herself in a garden of yellow flowers, leaning against that massive, fluffy body for support as her mangled tail rocked her from side to side, paws lifted above the ground to fashion yellow petals together. Now that would never happen. It will, she told herself firmly, embracing the denial. It has to. Because I won't let them take him. Maplekit spoke words that were supposed to be comforting, but they fell on deaf ears. Twistedpaw shook her head, tensing her crooked jaw as an afterthought so it didn't flop as much. "I don't care," she meowed stubbornly. "Cowtuft has to be here. He can't be kicked out." Then another apprentice came forward. Lichenpaw. Twistedpaw knew the names, but she'd never talked to most of these cats before. Yet Lichenpaw stood by Twistedpaw's shoulder, defending Cowtuft. Tears of relief streamed down the black she-cat's cheeks. Someone was helping her. Surely there'd be more. Some cats were shocked when he was exiled. They can help us! Hope began to blossom in her chest. We can make flower crowns, and I can do the paw signs, and we'll be happy. A familiar, authoritative voice rumbled over the crowd. Twistedpaw's heart sank. Wolffang. She respected and trusted the large, muscular warrior, she really did. But now he was calling for Cowtuft's exile, too. And heading her way. Twistedpaw immediately took a defensive stance. Cowtuft was bigger than Wolffang, but Wolffang was a strong, buff guy. He could take Cowtuft away. A growl rumbled from Twistedpaw's throat, slightly distorted like the rest of the noises that came out of her throat, nose, or mouth. It was a sound she'd never heard before. I've never used it until now, she realized with a jolt. Wolffang looked down at Twistedpaw, his amber eyes narrowed. "Twistedpaw," he meowed. "Move aside." He wasn't concerned about Lichenpaw, as the other she-cat only seemed to be there to defend against Littleshock. Twistedpaw shook her head fervently. "No," she growled. No way was she moving aside. Wolffang suppressed a sigh. This wasn't going to be easy. "Twistedpaw, I know you care about him. But Twilightstar has sentenced Cowtuft to exile, and he must be taken away." He paused for a moment, then added, "You can go with the cats escorting him away. But he can't stay here." His voice was firm but not harsh. Twistedpaw shook her head again. "No. He's staying here. I'm staying here." He couldn't help noticing that her stutter had gone. He took a deep breath. Then he meowed, "You can't. Twistedpaw, come on." The dappled gray tom leaned forward and opened his jaws, about to gently grab the apprentice's scruff and move her out of the way. Twistedpaw saw those gaping jaws, the gleaming teeth. They didn't move with the harshness that Willowsky's had, the intent to harm. She knew now that regular cats didn't punish their young that way. But it still sent shock through her - not because of the past, but because she knew that grip was meant to move her aside. She didn't think; she reacted. "NO!!!" she shrieked, flashing a clawed paw at Wolffang's face. Wolffang hadn't been expecting it. He'd thought Twistedpaw would duck away, not outright attack. That was why the blow landed on his cheek. He jerked his head back as a sting bloomed across his face, barely managing to wield off the impulsive reaction to swipe back. Something warm and sticky soaked his fur, and a metallic scent wormed its way into his nose. A dark red droplet dripped to the ground. He was bleeding. Twistedpaw glared at Wolffang, panting and trembling. Emotions, so many emotions, had forced her into overdrive. She hardly registered the blood staining his cheek, dripping on the ground, clinging to her claws. She just had to get them all away. And it had worked, for the time being, as Wolffang had taken a step back and looked rather shocked, as if he wasn't quite sure what to do with himself. Wolffang, in fact, was so shocked he couldn't react - other than resisting the instinct to launch a counterstrike. It was completely out of the blue. And it presented a whole other problem: How to get the furious apprentice away from Cowtuft without hurting her. After everything he'd done to Ashfeather, the last thing he wanted to do was cause Twistedpaw pain. @Undertaker @gs29513 @Moonraven @tallulah @Poprock @KataroAndTheHeather @FrostyGalaxy @wolfie @/anyone else involved |
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Fogpaw got in between Wolffang and TwistedPaw, "Twistedpaw calm down and please think reasonably, I know Cowtuft's exile is hard to take but you must understand as Twilightstar said he may have not purposely poisoned them but he overlooked the poisoned herbs and didn't tell nobody about them and then gave them to the clan and I know it hurts to just have him exiled but until we find the one responsible for this, this is what has to be done." She said calmly "So please" she says trying to give her a comforting hug, "Just take a deep breath and relax, everything will be okay, alright?" |
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