Firefly Cove

[Starfall]

Spiderthroat
He/Him || ThunderClan Deputy
Beefed Up Tier III || Just a Scratch || Hulk SMASH
@Cinderspirit @furrensic @dino.

Of course. Of course their only Medicine Cat had to be MIA. Was she okay? Was she alright? Those who go missing are never found again. Whether it be due to their own will, or unwillingly he'd noticed. Except those who were to egotistical, far too egotistical. Swallowing their own pride and crawling back to the Clan.

Springlight wasn't like that though. She took pride in her work, something Spiderthroat hadn't seen in moons. Seasons even. For the first time in a long while, the deputy didn't have to stress and worry about the Ranks getting their jobs done. He didn't have to babysit. Didn't have to always watch, listen, worry. It was a breath of fresh air.

Now all of a sudden it's gone. Vanished. She was young, had a life ahead of her. For Godsakes she just became the official Medicine Cat for them. Now all of a sudden she's vanished? He wouldn't put it past RiverClan. Slimy, creepy, awful, no morals idiots. They'd stoop that low and lower. They'd kiss the Dark forest's Tree roots if they could.

Anger and annoyance overcame the tom, maybe it was the stress. Tossing up moss as he hopped onto a tree stump. Tail lashing, ears pinned to his skull. "Nothing. Where could she be. Did she fall in a tunnel? Do those exist in the territory?"

[furrensic]

SUNFLARE
he/him. 28 moons. golden tabby; ginger and white markings; amber eyes, tattered right ear
[ beefed up T1, just a scratch ]

sunflare is always unbelievably optimistic – he manages to see the bright side of every situation. but this - a missing springlight with tattered herbs, strewn feathers and the sickening stench of blood - makes his blood run cold, usual smile wiped clean off his maw. what could've happened? he wonders, amber gaze landing on bumblestar once the leader gives orders.

"got it!" he nods before turning and disappearing into the undergrowth of the meadow. he keeps his jaws parted lightly in hopes he'll catch the medicine cat's scent, eyes searching for any signs of the molly. or, really anything at all. yet, there's nothing. it's like springlight's vanished into thin air or something. after a bit more searching, he decides to turn back, disappointment clear as day on his features.

"no signs of her!" sunflare reports, a frown threatening to show on his maw.

[ @dino. @Cinderspirit @Starfall ]

[dino.]

Dammit. Stars damn it all! Every hair on Bumblestar's body stood on end as she scoured the clearing alongside her Clanmates. They found nothing. All she came across was a blood trail that ended in a flurry of feathers and scraps of multicolored fur.

No signs of Springlight. No signs of life. Not even a body to take home.

She was gone.

A snarl rumbled in Bumblestar's throat, frustrated and angry and filled with grief all at once. "There's some," she rasped in response to Spiderthroat. Under the old camp, at least the one Jaystride had led she and Wolfpaw out of. "But I don't think she fell in any of 'em. This wasn't a fall, this is just- it was an attack. Owl. All those feathers..." The herbs weren't even salvageable, having been trampled and shredded.

She would have found a way to twist this whole thing around and pin it on RiverClan if they were still lurking near the borders, but she couldn't even do that to have an excuse to wreck them again and make herself feel better. This wasn't planned, or done with purpose. It was a stupid freak accident with an owl, of all things, and now Springlight was gone, leaving ThunderClan at square one for healers again.

She rolled her shoulders and clenched her jaw. "She's gone." The words rasped in the back of her throat. "Let's go back to camp. Keep a lookout for anything on the way back just in case, but don't get your hopes up."

Drizzlecloud wasn't fit for the rank any longer. Springlight was gone. She'd have to find replacements quickly so that ThunderClan wasn't left to scramble for purchase if disaster struck.

[ @Starfall @Cinderspirit @furrensic - thank you very much you three ]

[Rowan]

♡StormPaw♡
Male | 7 Moons | ThunderClan Apprentice | Mentor: Skunk’Ridge | Posts: 17/100
light gray tabby tom with fluffy cloud-like fur and stormy blue eyes. his ears have white fur tufts at the top
Purrks: None
Interaction For: @Rani + @Weekend-Wondering + @Dolomedes [sorry this had taken me a while! I’ve been a bit busy lately!]



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He bent his legs a bit more as the warrior instructed. That felt better anyways. He understood how he could get more movement through this. So Stormy. Remember. Movement is important when fighting!

At first, it just seemed like normal advice from MorningPaw. More confident?—okay, he could do that. But StormPaw just shrunk down more and more as the other tom continued talking. Pathetic?…Annoying? Those weren’t words he’d like to be in relation with. “But I—” His voice cracked and he just let it fade out. His fluffy ears drooped a bit and he kept his gaze on the ground.

Then…the other apprentice started speaking! Hopefully, he’d have some less harsh input to throw out. Specifically input that didn’t probe at and critique StormPaw's every word and move. …

Oh…

Ohhh!

The cat said they agreed with StormPaw? That was good! Another cat believed he was right! He listened to the apprentice, then it seemed he got…harsher? Then he started snapping at RosePaw. Oh. That wasn’t good! He wanted to focus, but here was a small but heated argument. And it was all his fault, wasn’t it? If he could’ve just given one stupid answer, these two wouldn’t be fighting, would they? Good job. You ruined something yet again, StormPaw. Great StarClan, how will you ever be a good warrior?

But then…oh. MudHound intervened! Hopefully, that would be the end of the fight. And the reassurance from her was nice. It put him at peace a bit, and his confidence boosted. And then Hornet said the legs were good! That made him feel a bit better as he puffed his chest out, feeling some dignity return.

StormPaw took a deep breath, letting the tension ease out of his shoulders. He focused on the ground beneath his paws, feeling the cool earth and the stability it offered. He reminded himself that he was here to learn and improve, not to dwell on mistakes. He straightened up, ready to try again, feeling a renewed sense of determination.

They had to attack the hornet now? Oh no. What if he hurt her on accident? Or messed up? He hesitated. Maybe one of his peers should go first?