OtterSlash
She/Her
Honed Skill Purrk : Not Used
Shadow Fiend Purrk : Perm Active
Agatha Kitty Purrk : Perm Active
The warrior heard Ginger tell her to quit, so quit she did. Retreating to back where she now was sitting next to him, licking her paw and then it swiped her ear as she sat there. Her eyes what she called flew over the scene. Looking, no glaring at everyone and everything. Awaiting for something to catch her eye. She was pretty much over FallowNose for now. She let her eyes rest as she saw Crowstorm or whatever their name was act stupid and other nonsense.
OtterSlash was a nosey cat. She wanted to hear everything said from both parties. Looking over at TwilightStar and then over at her warriors. Some of them looked messed up, eat that WindClan. Looking at her own side, they seemed in rough shape. Only herself and a few others we're smart enough to dodge the other cats instead of fight. What she didn't see was kittens. Which was very good. She also noted of the missing warriors, hopefully they lead the kits to somewhere safe.
"Ginger let me know if you need anything."
She said towards her leader. Staring at him, and then back at the Windclan leader, looking for any sudden movements or insane words that could from her mouth. Her eyes only blinking when they couldn't stay open for any longer. And even when they opened again swiftly as they held their gaze on the one eyed leader.
Upon stopping, Snowpaw nodded. She allowed herself to plop down into a sitting position, her little legs aching from all the moving she had done as of late. So much had happened and she had gotten so little rest. All she wanted to do was just... lay down and sleep for a few moons. But Snowpaw knew she couldn't do that. She needed to stay awake and keep helping hurties however she could. Especially now, there'd be so many hurties that needed help. Snowpaw hadn't even seen Stonepaw as she left with the nice she-cat, was he even there to help? Even from this far away, Snowpaw swore she could smell the scent of blood in the air. The scent bombarded her nostrils, making the she-cat grimace. It wasn't fair. Stupid, stupid, stupid!
The nice she-cat speaking again had the apprentice snapping from her thoughts, turning toward her and blinking. Larkwing. Laaaarkwing. That was her name. Although Snowpaw preferred calling her the nice she-cat, Larkwing was a pretty name. Her head tilted to the side as she looked up at Larkwing, icy blue eyes shining. Hm. She didn't know if she could say the name right, or remember it for that matter, but she could certainly try! Maybe if she said it in her head a whole bunch, she could remember it! Larkwing, Larkwing, Larkwing. Larkwing. Larkwing, Larkwing. Yeah, she could remember it! Hopefully. Names weren't her strong suit after all.
"L-Larkwing... meet S-S-Snowpaw!"she squeaked out in response, letting a smile pull at her lips despite the icky feelings she felt inside. Snowpaw didn't want to make Larkwing worry about her. If Snowpaw smiled, everything would be okay, right? Yeah. Just keep smiling and then nobody will be upset.
After a while, the sounds of battle seemed to quiet down. She looked into the territory with a squint. Was it safe to go back now? Had the fighting stopped? Her ears perked as she strained to listen, to hear any sign that there was still chaos. It was all quiet, though. At least from their location, she could no longer hear anything. The scent of blood still hung in the air, though, and Snowpaw was almost positive it'd stick to her nose for moons. Regardless, she turned to Larkwing, tail flicking.
"Snowpaw and Larkwing go b-back," she started, shuffling her paws, "Snowpaw need to h-help hurties. L-Lots of hurties. S-Snowpaw know herbs to h-help."
Without waiting for a response, Snowpaw leapt to her paws and began on her way back. It was quiet, so it was safe, right? Snowpaw didn't need to fight now. Just follow the smell of blood and she'd find the hurties. Her paws beat against the ground as she carried herself back through where Larkwing had led her, retracing their steps the best she could. She had to help the hurties. Had to stop the smell of blood hanging in the air. Had to keep hurties from becoming icky and infected and everything.
She had to help. Snowpaw had to be helpful. Maybe if she helped good enough, Stonepaw wouldn't be mad at her anymore. Maybe Daypaw would come back and so would Otterkit and Cloudpapa and maybe even Fawnmama. She wanted to help hurties just like Fawnmama had. She wanted to be helpful, to do something. Snowpaw just... wanted to help. She was little, and she couldn't talk very well, and her memory of cat's names wasn't very good, but she knew she could help! She knew it. She... she wanted to know it.
Finally hearing voices, Snowpaw burst back into the clearing in time to hear Gingercat tell the Rivercats to stop fighting. She looked around, trying to take in the scene. Even from where she stood, she could tell that there would be a lot of hurties to tend to. Icy blue eyes scoured the area, searching for any familiar faces. Where was Stonepaw? She saw Gingercat, so she knew he was okay. What about the nice she-cat from earlier? Uh... Fizzlesomething? Or Nightbarkorsomethingorother? Or the kit that she had helped? Were they all okay? Wahh, worry filled Snowpaw, ears flattening against her head.
Oh!! Snowpaw perked up as she spotted the tom she had talked to before. Uhmmm... well, she didn't remember his name still, but that was okay! She knew his face and that's what mattered right now! So, Snowpaw weaved through the crowd of cats toward him. Once she was close enough, the apprentice came to a stop and looked up at the nice tom.
*-Larkwing-*
She/her | 16 moons A sleek dilute tortie she-cat with green eyes
Snowpaw... that's a cute name, certainly it's fitting for a cat as white as snow is. Larkwing was glad she could help even just this one cat, if maybe not by a whole lot. The respite the two of them took was short lived, however, as the sounds of fighting quickly died off from Rugged Range. What was happening? Surely no one else had died? Was Gingerfrost dead? Had RiverClan already lost its next leader?Anxiety swelled in the tortoiseshells stomach and her claws flexed with that pent up nervousness. Snowpaw seemed to have some worries of her own, because she stood up and declared she was heading back to Rugged Range to help with the wounded before immediately bounding off in that direction. Tired as she was, Larkwing wasn't going to let the apprentice go off alone so she pushed herself back to her feet and dashed off after her. There was no trouble on the way back, not that the molly really expected there to be, all the fighting was in one spot, not spread a far way away.
Pushing her way back into the clearing, Larkwing's eyes followed Snowpaw first, making sure she got to where she was going safely. Once assured of that, she began surveying the rest of the area.
Twilightstar was here now, she seemed to have recalled her clan, something having apparently happened to make her change her mind. What that detail was, Larkwing didn't know, but she felt her haunches raise when she saw the old leader. How many lived did Twilightstar have left? Whatever, it didn't matter, all that mattered was that those wretched moorland beasts were supposed to be leaving. Larkwing was bitter about this attack, bitter that she hadn't been able to participate and bitter that it had happened in the first place. She wanted to be useful to her clan, and while protecting an apprentice may be useful, it didn't feel useful enough.
Still, she didn't see anyone dead, so that was a good thing. There were plenty of injured cats, though, so perhaps Snowpaw made the right call in wanting to return back so soon. Looking around more, she spotted Gingerfrost and... Pebblesplash! A surge of anger washed over her upon seeing her injured friend and the younger cat rushed up to stand a few paces away, unsure if she was allowed to get any closer with Gingerfrost still eyeing the WindClan leader and deputy.
"Pebblesplash..?" Larkwing felt herself saying, though she didn't remember giving herself permission to actually say the name aloud. She'd already said it now, though, so she couldn't very well take it back now. Nervously, Larkwing looked to her injured friend, she wanted to help. But would the older molly even want her help? Surely she was capable enough to deny such offers, Larkwing didn't doubt her ability to take care of herself, but she wanted to help...
Twilightstar's eye darted towards the warrior that came running at her, obviously intending to her harm, but she didn't need to meet him in battle as Leechscar pounced on him. The leader curled her lips exposing her fangs in irritation as she heard the slander that exited Crowstorm's maw. Was RiverClan blaming her for this?! Livid, the leader sucked in a breath of air and leaped down from the boulder, forcing herself to keep an eye on her clanmates as they slowly untangled themselves from the fight and joined her. Her gaze caught sight of Puddleburr's deceased body lying off to the side.
Twilightstar's expression remained cold and cool while rage gleamed in her single green eye. Her tail lashed sharply to and from behind her while she swallowed her temper. As Gingerfrost's voice called out a stop to his clan, Twilightstar's eye was drawn to him as he attempted to calm his idiotic warriors down. And they wonder why WindClan attacked them.
Her whiskers twitched at the hint of respect she caught in his tone. It calmed her internal vexation just a tad. But Twilightstar couldn't help but scowl deeply at how causally Gingerfrost referred to what Beanstar had done to her. The leader raised her voice to be heard not just by Gingerfrost but by RiverClan itself.
"There was a skirmish at our borders between our patrols. I came to take responsibility for a fault that was WindClan's in hopes of avoiding any escalation. He didn't give me a chance to speak, he surprised me, leaped straight over the border, and attacked. He bit anything he could his maw on and then proceeded to tear apart my stomach. When all was said and done, he went back home and left me there to bleed out and die." A low hiss left the leader's maw as she regaled them with her horrific experience.
"Don't worry, I'm looking for your pity or sympathy I don't even want an apology, not that any of you care about that. I didn't start this, your leader did when he decided to throw you all into this war by murdering me so cruelly. Yes, he may have been one cat, but he was from your clan. All it takes is one cat or a few fools, one death or one too many, to bring about suffering to the entire clan. Your Clan may not deserve it, hell its not even fair, but that's how clan life works. Actions have consequences and those consequences don't care how innocent you are. Clans share in the joy and the pain of everything. My Clan wanted revenge and rightfully so. You'd be lying if you told me you wouldn't want the same if the roles were reversed." Hypocritical fishes. Don't hate the player hate the game.
Twilightstar's eye locked onto Gingerfrost as spoke this time, directing her words to him. "I don't want war I've spent seasons since dealing with ShadowClan trying to keep my clan in order, bowing my head, taking responsibility for my clanmates when necessary to avoid it. All to keep my clanmates' claws clean and hearts unburdened by the weight of war. But Beanstar taught me in the most savage way possible that no matter how much I try it's useless. War is inevitable when it comes to the clans. I simply wanted to repay Beanstar for the lesson it's a disappointment he's already dead. If I could have settled this simply between the two of us as leaders, keeping our clans out of it I swear to you that I would have. Yet I doubt RiverClan would have allowed it if I came calling for your former leader's life, clans are raised on honor, loyalty, and all that. But if you and RiverClan want to blame me and WindClan for all of this, I encourage you to do so."
It sucked, Twilightstar knew from personal experience having to deal with your predecessors' mess, but Gingerfrost should have stepped up when Pikestar stepped down instead of allowing Beanstar to lead. Perhaps they could have avoided all of this. Gingerfrost seemed like a reasonable fella at first glance, but Twilightstar wasn't expecting much from him. He had his flaws like everyone else, the biggest to her was his refusal to take responsibility for his clan that he was meant to lead moons ago.
"Recover, get back on your paws, and receive your name and lives. Then come for us if you want. But keep in mind that we will be ready and I will make you pay for Beanstar's sins." Twilightstar warned.
A life for a life, right? Twilightstar glanced away from Gingerfrost eyeing the dead body. The death of a clanmate was a loss in itself. It was funny how RiverClan wept and wailed about how slimy and terrible she and WindClan were for simply righting a wrong RiverClan started, yet somehow it would be WindClan who'd be grieving the death of a warrior yet she saw no RiverClan cats dead.... still they were somehow the bad guys.
[Open - This is directed at RiverClan but didn't want to use your mention without permission ]
@Estelle
】【Sedgestorm: The Moon, Reversed
RiverClan, he/him】【
Sedgestorm whirled as he heard the words that came out of Twilightstar's maw. He'd been willing to give her the benefit of doubt, that Fallownose had taken it upon himself to attack on her behalf without actually consulting her but yet, just like driving ShadowClan from their own home seasons ago, she wanted to spin this as entirely their fault.
He would admit that the raids were something the Clan as a whole partook in, but how could you foster a system that drilled in the ideal that the leader's word was law, and then fault them when they did exactly that?
He did not move from Kestrelpaw's side, but he did snarl at Twilightstar, anger rising as she shared a mournful look about Puddleburr. "You should shoulder some blame yourself. Not for Beanface, but for what has happened today. That dead body I see you glancing at. Your Clan decided to come after us today. Your Clan stomped through our territory and even after seeing that we were displaced, decided to attack. On this day in particular we defended ourselves.
What else do you expect from a Clan that has been cornered? If this was about honour, you would have saved it for when we were on equal footing. You cannot pretend to have the moral high ground when you too stoop to low levels. Beanstalk might have taken one of your lives unjustly, but the actions of your leadership decisions cost the life of one of your own today."
Many of her own, in fact.
She had to admit, that less of her Clanmates would have been lost had she chosen quite literally any other way of punishing ShadowClan. And to have burned down their only refuge, killing two kits and a queen in the process after ShadowClan had housed them in that exact barn.
Everytime someone tried to use the morality stand, their point always became weak. There was no such thing as an absolute system of right and wrong, only choices of varying degrees of emotion.
[ @Moonraven ]
//you don't have to reply, just so she sees him being.... whatever you want to call this\\
He turned away, returning himself to the needs of his clanmates over his need to be heard when he saw Nightspark, with a clearly passed out Winterpaw barely clinging to life. "Nightspark!"
He barked, trying to catch his attention as he abandoned his spot beside Kestrelpaw, trusting Snowpaw to come get him if they worsened and beelined for the Lionheart. Why was it apprentices? Why is it so many apprentices that seemed to get the worst of the injuries?
He skidded to a halt near the higher ranking warrior and began checking over the apprentice. "N-nightspark, if you could, I need some cobwebs or moss. Bring extras, please. I'm sorry to ask this of you when you also need help. I promise I'll get to you next."
Assuming another half dead apprentice didn't fall at his paws.
Where was Stonepaw amongst all this?
Why wasn't he here?
He was supposed to helping the Medicine Cat to relieve excess burden, not suddenly shouldering the responsibility without a warning. There were too many lives at stake for that.
The large warrior took a second to look around as he trying to stop the bleeding with his paws until he had something better. "Marigoldleap!" He called for the former Medicine Cat. "Could you lend me a paw?"
He felt... ashamed that he hadn't thought to ask for her help sooner. Perhaps had he not been running his mouth before, he'd have had more time to think clearly. Stars, he usually wasnt one to bark at leader's, and the one time he let his emotions go was when he was needed elsewhere.
He could hear muffled talking this time. Something about "StarClan welcoming his soul"? Was he dead? No, he wasn't dead. He had just heard the cats around him. He could just about wake up before getting sucked back into his horrifying nightmares. The bodies of his sisters flashed in front of him again, knowing that turning around would allow him to see his own body in their destroyed state. Never would this happen! Never, not ever! "Whoever's doing this, he yelled, sounding as if he was crying at the same time, "Leave me alone!". He seemed to have control over what he did and what he did not do. The bodies faded as he felt like he was falling. As he looked around this red tinted horror, he saw spikes beneath him. He was, however, not moving any closer. It was all his dream. "You're not fine" he could hear as it faded.
His chest started to look like he was actually breathing, in slow, deep breaths, but breathing nonetheless. He was alive! And now he actually looked like it. That meant he was not sent to StarClan, but he still had his whole life ahead of him!
[ @WhiteDawn - @Abyssopelagic - @Catherine ]
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"Hey kid, you ok?" Purred Bubblecloud, Bubblecloud never wanted this battle to happen, and always thought battles should only happen when it was neccesarry. "Do you need help?" @umbreon_22
"hello?" she mewed to the unconscious cat
"Bubble!" Redwolf called "C'mon". With one last glance at the young cat, she swiped a tongue over the young toms ear, and followed her mate.
Last edited by _Snowstorm_; September 5th, 2023 at 12:22 PM.
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Nightspark
RiverClan Lionheart Purrks: Just a scratch (permanently active), Rapid Recovery (permanently active)
He lowered his guard, Twilighstar had stopped the fight with her orders, the massive Lionheart had a sigh of relief as he looked around in the camp, there was wounded, yes, but nothing that could be too bad, his heart pounced in his chest when he saw the state of Kestrelpaw, she was in a pretty bad shape. But he knew she would be probably treated.
He turned the head when Sedgestorm called him to get herbs, cobwebs and moss, he nodded and responded "On it. Just take the body of Winterpaw for bur...", the scream of the apprentice behind him surprised him, he turned the head toward the downed apprentice, in fact he was breathing, good. He turned back to Sedgestorm "Just take him with the rest of the wounded. Actually you could group them up it will be maybe easier for you to check on them. Check the others first, I will take my turn last.", he then went toward the medicine den, seeming unfazed by his apparent deep wounds, he wasn't even limping, but the good thing is that they already clotted.
@umbreon_22 @Abyssopelagic (next post will be Nightspark bringing back the herbs! Check him in last, Nightspark will prioritize the others before him.)
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"I am ash... I am embers... My flames once danced bright. My flames now fade... But it returns from the depths... The fire devours me whole... It's the birth of something greater..."
The warrior stared blankly at the Windclan leader. She tried to stay angry, but her clan needed her. She was nothing compared to who she used to be. She was going to let this go... for now. Breaking her gaze, the molly's eyes moved towards Sedgestorm as he spoke to Twilightstar. She remembered that dreadful day. Her poor mother. Sure she had come back, but that wasn't the point.
Marigoldleap didn't want to get angry once again, so she moved away to get distracted. She saw a few hurt clanmates who had fought bravely. They may have been down, but they still did pretty good. Hearing her name, her gaze moved back to Sedgestorm. Of course! She had just talked about injuries. Her clanmates needed her help and she was going to help them.
She moved over to him. "I'm here!", she meowed. This had to get her mind off of things and she was grateful for the chance to do so. She didn't need to get worked up on a cat that wasn't even worth it.
Firestorm’s brief satisfaction from landing a blow on the older warrior was interrupted by a pained howl when teeth sank into her front leg. Before she was able to properly react, the RiverClan tom got off of her and put some distance between the two of them.
Pale green eyes carefully, watching, she realized that the tom was waiting for her to make a move. Gosh, why hadn’t anyone told her that battle would be this exhausting? She would’ve just stayed at camp and told stories of her overwhelming greatness to the kits in the nursery as their parents were off fighting. Unfortunately, she didn’t choose that option. Here she was, on a battlefield in some random part of RiverClan territory, head swimming and feeling the urge to vomit.
Shaking the daze out of her head, she attempted to focus herself. ’Just one strike… That’s all I need and then I’m done’ the orange tabby thought to herself. If she wanted to properly show off, she was going to have to ignore the other sounds, smells, and cats dancing around in her vision to avoid being overwhelmed. Taking a deep breath and biting back the pain, she moved forward as quickly as she could, bringing down a clawed paw towards the top of Sedgestorm’s head. This of course put her in a vulnerable position and left her open to a proper counter and/or a follow-up.
That didn't matter to her right now though. She could do this. She was the great Firestorm after all. So what if this cat was absolutely humongous? He also appeared to be quite a bit older than her, but she could do this! Then she'd go brag to everyone about how amazing she was and how she was the coolest in the whole clan for her contribution to the battle,.
Having just managed to land a light blow to the huge warrior’s head, momentarily stunning him for a moment, Firestorm hightailed it out of there. Was that a little ungraceful? Yes, but she wasn’t about to get caught up in something she stood no chance of winning.
Not long after she escaped from her less-than-appealing situation, Twilighstar’s voice rang throughout the battlefield. ”WindClan! Stand Down for now.” the leader called. Were they done? Was all of the fighting and loud noises finally going to stop? She sure hoped so, anyway. The migraine that she had pushed away was coming back with a vengeance, so much so that she could hardly see straight. Gosh, she hated RiverClan territory. 0/10, she’d never come here again.
The pain from where she had been bitten by Sedgestorm was beginning to throb uncomfortably now that the adrenaline was wearing off. The bleeding stopped for the most part, but that did absolutely nothing for how much it hurt. With a great deal of staggering, the orange tabby limped through the hoard of cats, she was looking for one of the medicine cats - preferably Cowtuft. She could just imagine what Lightningpaw would say about her current appearance. She was covered in scratches, bleeding from one of her legs, and her fur was a wild mess at the moment. Just where could that giant ball of fluff be?
Distracted, the young warrior wasn’t watching where she was going and stepped into a puddle of mud. Caught off guard, she fell forward. One of her back legs had gotten stuck which caused her to lose her balance and yank on it as she was falling.
Pop!
Firestorm let out a pained yelp as she felt a pop in her leg and promptly collapsed in the mud, unable to brace her fall. Oh, this was great. She just had to go and get herself hurt while looking for help and was covered in this gross, sticky mud. Firestorm “the great” found herself in a not-so-great position.
After laying in the mud for a moment, trying to calm her breathing, the green-eyed feline decided that she couldn’t just lay there. With all these cats around it was a matter of time before her small frame got trampled, or pushed so far into the mud she’d be unable to get out. ”Stupid fish faces and their stupid mud with their stupid smelly breath and stupid stupidness!” she growled in a pained breath, rolling to the side. It was officially official. RiverClan was the worst. She didn’t even care if her mother crawled up out of her grave and ordered her to, she’d never be come back here.
After a lot of struggling and saying some unsavory words about the fish lovers, Firestorm finally managed to dislodge her left ankle from its trap. ”Great mother in StarClan this hurts,” she whined, cautiously rising to her feet. Gingerly putting her foot down, she let out a howl of discomfort. ”Piece of rabbit dung crow food-eating gorse butt!” She shouted. Whoops, that was a bit louder than she planned for it to be. That was so inelegant. Embarrassed, she glanced around briefly. Hopefully none of her clanmates would bring it up later. Now… where were those medicine cats?
Scanning her surroundings through tear-filled eyes, she saw the familiar shape of Lightningpaw. The medicine cat apprentice appeared to be dragging another cat somewhere. Were they dead? She hoped not. Letting out a groan when she realized that she’d have to talk to the annoying little apprentice, she began to (very slowly) limp over to the calico. ”Spots. Help. Please.” She gasped out through gritted teeth. Oh what a sight she must be, matted previously orange fur covered from ear to toe in mud, wounds along her front legs bleeding and limping forward like something out of an eldritch horror movie. She was not in the mood for the younger cat's shenanigans. Her head hurt, she felt like she was going to vomit somewhere, and the pain in her leg was excruciating. She didn’t like the idea of asking Lightningpaw for help, but she felt like she’d collapse at any moment. Thank StarClan where she had gotten stuck at wasn’t too far way from the blue-eyed feline, she didn’t know if she’d make it if the walk was any longer.What she did know, however, was if this little furball said anything about what she looked like right now, she swore to her mother in StarClan that she would kick her all the way to camp and fling rabbit droppings at her.
[ @Alchemist Kitsune whatever pp perms you need to inspect her, have at it! Just imagine she’d be very uncooperative and probably hissing and snarling about the pain]
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