[Undertaker]

[Wrap up your fights if you haven't already battle ends today. If your cat is not in critical condition, wounds can be tended to back at camp.]

 

@Mica - Mistlewhisker | @Starphobia - Silentpaw | @Silvershadow13 - Silvershadow | @Naila - Ratflame | @MangofDoom - Starlingcall | @Daragca - Owlthroat | @Rowan - Bristlethorn/Spiderthorn | @otter - Foggymask | @Madelaine - Marigoldpaw | @Killua-DaBoi - Sagewhistle | @FruitBatz - Turtlepaw | @anika - Pondpaw | @gs29513 - Shrewstep | @Snowflake - Shadepaw | @literalcobweb - Mistfall | @squidz - Briarsplash | @wolfie - Gutspaw | @Myling - Willowpaw | @alec - Rookfire

Once she was free of the snakes, the massive feline shook out her pelt, splashing liquid crimson along the grass and bark. She glanced at the pair who helped her out and wrinkled her nose before grunting a quick "Thanks," to the apprentices. It irked her to need aid, but she wasn't petty enough to withhold gratitude when it was given.

Her gaze swept through the woods seeing less and less living rats and snakes and more and more bodies. It seemed like they were about done here and none too soon. The she-cat wasn't feeling her greatest and she could only imagine how the rest of her cats were faring.

"Go see if anyone else needs help, Bristlethorn seems to have a snake stuck on her, and then see if you can find any cobwebs" Dawnstar ordered the Pondpaw and Silentpaw while tearing out what remained snake that Silentpaw had halved. She paid no mind to the pain nor the blood that welled up like a small stream and slid down her leg to pool in the grass. She saw quite a few of her clanmates darting off most likely to see Rookfire.

Dawnstar sank a huge claw into the tail of a fleeing rat and listened to its bones break underneath her other paw. "ShadowClan, finish it up and kill them all." The battle-scarred she-cat raises her voice while flinging the rat corpse to the side. "If you're not dying or dead, search for cobwebs to place on the snake bites. I don't need a trail of blood leading back to our camp." By now everyone should have noticed how the snake bites seemed to be bleeding worse than the rats. Dawnstar hadn't the faintest clue why it was happening, but they'd need to stop the blood and clean up a little before heading back to camp.

Her ears prick and her head snaps towards Hawkbite as he calls away her granddaughter and Newtbelly. Dawnstar hadn't even spotted let alone heard the owl flying nearby, she had been a bit too preoccupied with her snake collar. She was utterly confused as to where the commander was going with two of her better fighters. The leader hissed softly and crushed another half-dead snake beneath her hind paw as she watched the cats disappear out of sight.

She doubted Hawkbite would merely steal the two warriors for no reason. She'd have to wait and see when he came back. As she strolled through the battlefield spotting tufts of fur and frothes of blood painting the greenery, Dawnstar figured the predators would most likely be swarming this neck of the woods for a few days after the fight. Adrenaline kept the large molly moving despite the small rivets of blood that drizzled out of puncture wounds.

Her brown pelt was matted with dry and wet blood, her muzzle and claws soaked in a dark red shade. The leader continued ripping through the stragglers that weren't dead or fleeing as she made her rounds around the area.