Surprised by his young apprentice careening out of her nest into the open, Raggedear almost fell backwards trying to avoid her from running into him. He huffed in feigned annoyance as she echoed his words. "Yes, a tour." He repeated, but his warm gaze gave him away. He nodded in appreciation to her thanks, whiskers twitching with amusement at her excitement. 'Good, she's eager to learn- even if it's not combat or hunting right away.'
The large warrior took a moment to stare down at the cat before him, noting how only a moon ago she was a kit safe in the nursery. Could he really train something so small to fight? He shook his head to himself, chuckling quietly. Every kit was always too excited to be a warrior. Besides, it was for the good of the Clan in the long run. His eyes darted down to her legs, narrowing as he studied how little she was still. Raggedear was rather tall, would she be able to keep up?
Dismissing his worrying thoughts with a flick of his tail, the tom once again met Dapplepaw's eyes with warmth in his own. "Yes, let's." He purred, briefly touching his nose to her head. "I'll start by showing you the borders." With that, Raggedear spun around, heading towards the camp entrace.
[ @chrysanthemum.petals | They'll head to Herondive Hollow ! Feel free to make a reply there c: ]
every step and prance to herondive hollow on raggedear's heels, dapplepaw fixated on that glimmer of warmth in her mentor's eyes despite her clumsiness, her tardiness, before they left. already, her chest tightened with a sense of adoration for the tomcat that she guessed would only deepen throughout her apprenticeship. he seemed so patient, so wise - she thanked starclan quietly for letting him be appointed to her. for the first time in a long time, dapplepaw truly felt seen - and the curiosity that guided her paws from the first day she learned how to use them festered and lurched with a yearning to learn, learn, learn.
while her mind remained caught on that warmth, her eyes, however, wandered in broad glances around the territory. the towering trees, the soft, leaf-laden earth beneath her paws - the absolute bluster of scents attacking her senses from every direction. her fur almost bristled with a thrill she reveled. she had to cast broader, stronger strides than she was used to to keep up with her mentor - but honestly, the outlet only helped her keep her excitement at bay. an excitement that slowly, slowly decayed into a creeping uncertainty as the forest darkened and dimmed, until the soft earth began to sink under her paws as forest floor gave way to swamp.
"are we here?" dapplepaw said, trying her best to keep her voice from thinning as she inched closer to raggedear's side.
(omg so sorry for the delay - i was traveling the past two days and just settled in!!)
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A small orange cat walked into the open. His ribs could be seen under his skin. His eyes were filled with terror, but he still stepped forward into the open, shaking.
His fur was soggy and stuck to his body. He was bleeding on his back leg. He slightly lifted his head and was frightened by Daddlepaw and Raggedear. He took a step back, shaking even more.
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It was hard to not admit it.
Thorns was lost.
She looked around haphazardly, looking for someone, ANYONE.
Her eyes filled with panic, tail swishing slowly between her legs.
@Undertaker do with this what you will, please don’t kill nettle though
It was hard to not admit it.
Thorns was lost.
She looked around haphazardly, looking for someone, ANYONE.
Her eyes filled with panic, tail swishing slowly between her legs.
@Undertaker do with this what you will, please don’t kill nettle though
[Dawn doesn't normally kill kits on sight, so you're good]
She had thought she'd only find these hairballs near the outskirts. It looked like she could find them at the borders too. Grumbling some chosen words, the queen of mean padded towards ThunderClan's border and peered down at the hairball. She ducked her head to sniff at the cat, smelt like ThunderClan.
"Hey, hairball. What are you doing out here, huh?" She looked around the same age as Fogpaw when he first showed up in ShadowClan. She should check on the furball, it's been a while since she's chatted with him. Dawnstar did owe him for keeping Slytiger out of her fur.
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[Dawn doesn't normally kill kits on sight, so you're good]
She had thought she'd only find these hairballs near the outskirts. It looked like she could find them at the borders too. Grumbling some chosen words, the queen of mean padded towards ThunderClan's border and peered down at the hairball. She ducked her head to sniff at the cat, smelt like ThunderClan.
"Hey, hairball. What are you doing out here, huh?" She looked around the same age as Fogpaw when he first showed up in ShadowClan. She should check on the furball, it's been a while since she's chatted with him. Dawnstar did owe him for keeping Slytiger out of her fur.
nettlekit she-cat – she/her - 5 moons
Nettlekit jumped back, quivering.
She wasn’t exactly.. a ‘talker’, so she didn’t respond.
Raggedear’s whiskers twitched in amusement at his apprentice’s growing excitement as they explored the territory. Ears swiveling in her direction as she asked if they were here, the tom nodded as grass gave way to marsh, stopping just before a harsh scent line. ”Yes, we’re here. Now tell me,” He turned around to look pointedly at Dapplepaw. ”What can you smell?” He opened his jaws slightly, taking in the scent himself, but stopping himself from making a face at the ShadowClan stink.
Of course, Dapplepaw would most likely have no way of knowing what ShadowClan’s scent was like, but Raggedear was hopeful that she’d recognize a border. After all, they had three more to go, and she needed to learn the different scents of the Clans so she could recognize other cats.
However, Raggedear picked up another smell. ’Intruder!’ He thought, before he quickly stepped in front of Dapplepaw to shield her as a small, injured orange cat came out of the brush. ”Who are you?” He growled, hackles raised. ”Why are you on ThunderClan territory?”
[ @chrysanthemum.petals | @Fireblaze - hello !! Not sure if you’re trying to have ur cat join as an outsider, but I’m not sure TC Is accepting outsiders atm, I would check with @/Starfall and @/dino. ! Ragged will most likely have to chase ur character off the territory ][
If anyone who saw the hornet fly out of camp was asked if Redhawk had sustained an injury to her paw, their answer would likely be know. Faster than she had moved in a long time the hornet was sprinting out of camp, awkwardly bolting on three legs. Every once in awhile her twisted front paw would hit the ground but the pain only fueled her to keep going.
She knew Swanpaw was near her, and likely would be able to pull ahead of her given that Red knew she was not as fast on three legs as she had been on four. Gritting her teeth the hornet veered around a bramble thicket and made a b-line for the border as she followed Elkpaw's scent train. No, no, no! He was going to ShadowClan's border? She readied herself to cross the log-bridge when she caught sight of her apprentice - with a hulking ShadowClan tom nearby.
Wasting no time she sprang, both claws outstretched as she aimed to shred the pelt of the tom who had done this to her apprentice. She had lost Foxpaw, Cr- Thrushkit had turned out to be a traitor - she would not lose Elkpaw. "G-Get back to camp, SSS-Swanpaw!" she yowled as she closed in on her target. But her jump was miscalculated and instead of landing on the tom she landed just a bit before them. Both paws hit the ground, her twisted one immediately giving way, and sent her face-first into the dirt. A sharp pain shot down her back as Red let out a yelp, trying to scramble back and get her footing before this ShadowClan monster could attack her.
Stars alive! Even on three legs, Redhawk was so fast! The hornet was moving awkwardly, however, the young apprentice made sure to keep up with her. Perhaps, she would’ve been able to overtake the older she-cat, however, she didn’t yet know her way through the territory, and even if she were to follow the scent of her brother’s trail she would risk getting lost.
Following the hornet closely, they nearly went barreling into the thicket – narrowly avoiding a face-full of brambles. Goodness, that was so close! What would Redhawk have said if she got stuck and ended up not being able to help with her brother? Oh no, she was starting to fall behind she had to hurr– Oh.
Stopping dead in her tracks, she saw her brother, bloodied and bruised – leg at an awkward angle. The sight made her sick to her stomach, but the hulking form of an unfamiliar tom scared her witless. Redhawk it seemed, didn’t hesitate. The injured warrior sprang into action immediately, yelling to her to get back to camp. Get back to camp? And leave the two of them with that thing? No! One, she didn’t know her way back to camp so that was out of the question, and two, Redhawk missed! Redhawk did one of her things and fell right on her face, tumbling to the ground the second her twisted paw made contact with the hard surface.
Almost instinctively, Swanpaw scrambled in front of Redhawk in an effort to shield her from a potential blow. Craning her neck, the slightly undersized apprentice let out a loud “eep”, and backed closer to her companion with her ears flattened and her tail tucked behind her legs. ”G-g-g-g-go a-w-w-way!” They stammered, voice coming out unnaturally high as they fought the tremor in their lip. They figured that if she were able to provide Redhawk with just enough time, the hornet would be able to rescue her brother and get out of here. That’s all she could think about (besides the fact that she thought she was going to die). She had to get her brother home safely, Mommy and Daddy would understand, right? It was her duty to protect her older brother, as rambunctious as he was.
Trembling, and by some miracle standing, she raised her voice a little. ”P-p-put-t m-m-my broth-th-th-ther d-down and l-leave u-u-uss a-alone!’ Well… That wasn’t intimidating at all. She squeaked at the beginning of her demand (request) and held her eyes squinted. Oh goodness, she hoped that the other two would be okay.
A small thought came into her mind and she shut their eyes tightly to not show the tears welling within them. ”E-eat m-m-me ins-stead m-mister. J-j-just l-let them g-g-g-g-goWAAAAHHHH” Then she started crying. It was stressful stuff, bargaining for the lives of others at the cost of your own. What would Mommy and Daddy do when they found out their daughter was eaten by some strange cat in order to save their son? Would they come to avenge her? Would they be proud of her for doing something helpful? She didn’t know, but the thought scared her so bad that she couldn’t even put it into words.
[ @dino. @Mica @taillow umm… let me know if I interrupted your plans, so I can edit]
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It couldn't have been much longer than just a few hours that he was out. Regardless, when Elkpaw stirred as something began to drag him upwards, his tongue felt swollen, his head pounded, and his mouth was dry. Just like before, he couldn't move. The smell of the other cat surrounded him, too similar to his attacker's, to the point he couldn't tell if they were the same cat or different. He didn't want to stick around to find out... but his effort to move was merely a whimper and a jolt of his broken leg.
...Redhawk? And- Swanpaw. He had to be hallucinating. He lifted his head, vision blurring as an unfocused eye, the other swollen shut, shifted up to catch sight of them. Branches scraped against his back as he let his head fall back against the ground a second time. Another hoarse, cracked whimper of, "Red," slipped out.
Maybe this other cat wouldn't kill him (or maybe he would, take care of the agony that flared across his cut and battered body). Maybe Redhawk and Swanpaw would be allowed to take him back and he could see Mama and Papa again.
Where were his Mama and Papa? Why weren't they here?
Hillstrider
ShadowClan
he/him | 19 moons
[Big fluffy orange tabby with yellow eyes]
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It hadn't been too long before ThunderClan scents found their way to Hillstrider's nose, making the tom leap up and pad a few steps away so he could get their attention. He opened his mouth to call out, to tell whatever patrol--er, more like a mentor and apprentice, if the two scents were any indication--that he wasn't a threat, but he didn't have the chance.
A small red warrior had barely come into view before leaping at Hillstrider, making the big warrior yelp in surprise. "WAIT WAIT WAIT--", wincing back in a decidedly un-cool manner as she sprung, only to faceplant a tail-length away. Hillstrider squeaked, turning his attention to the apprentice--Swanpaw, the warrior had said--who had scrambled in front of the warrior to protect her. Hillstrider's head swam with confusion as she stammered, begging him to go away, or to... eat her instead...?
The orange tom gaped at them, repeatedly glancing at both of them in turn. What the heck? This was not how he expected this to go! Oh stars and now she was crying!! Hillstrider desperately looked to the red warrior for help in calming her down. Stressed out kids weren't his vibe, yo!!!
"I'm not going to eat you!!" He cried, looking almost as distressed as Swanpaw. "Listen--" another sob from her "--c'mon, just--" stars, someone help him!!
"Woah woah woah," he began, voice a little louder than he meant it to be. "Hang on just a sec, yeah?" He looked to Swanpaw. "That's your brother? Aw dude, sorry you had to see him like this. He's alive though!!" Hillstrider twisted right as the little dude cracked open an eye, staring at everyone blearily. "Yo little dude! You're finally awake!" Hillstrider padded over to him, gently nudging him so he was less hidden by the brush.
Looking to the ThunderClanners, who seemed less likely to kill him than to hurt themselves, Hillstrider decided now was the best time to explain, since they weren't currently trying to murk his ass. "I came across him while on a patrol, see?" He gestured over to the ShadowClan side of the border, blood staining the log bridge that connected the two sides of the ravine. "I noticed a bunch of blood on the ShadowClan side. Looks like this little dude strayed too far into the territory and was met by someone... less friendly than me." Who would brutalize an apprentice as young as this one was a mystery Hillstrider intended to solve. It was no good to go around hurting little kids! "I think his broken leg came from falling down into the ravine." He gestured with a paw to the blood stains on the rocky floor below. "I climbed up with him to get him over to your side." Another gesture to the ThunderClan side of the ravine, where scuffle marks indicated someone climbing out. He held up a bloody paw, scraped raw from climbing with an extra weight. "See? I didn't hurt the lil guy. Promise. You oughta take him back to your camp, though. He needs medical attention."
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