Smallpines

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Floodsight
✦ RiverClan | 21 moons | Mind Reader ; Beefed Up T1 ; empty slot

It only took one moment. Just one. One moment for everything around her to come crashing down. It felt like history was repeating itself. They've greatly underestimated the otter's strength and her clanmates...they're..they. She watched Mudsmoke get pulled under from a distance. Before she could utter a single word, a slight dizzy spell had hit her when she saw red begun to rise and spread outwards with the thrashing waters. 'Oh stars...no...' It wasn't something she'd seen since kithood. Since she was...

Floodsight barely had enough time to turn around before seeing another one drag their deputy into the depths. Then Jayfrost. One by one. Gone. 'Calm down, Floodsight. Think! What to do...Mudsmoke is g-gone. Dusklion and Jayfrost might still be alive. But Larkwing...' Before she could let another dazed warrior fall to the same fate, she grabbed onto Larkwing's scuff and attempted to pull her away from the banks. Away from another potential death. "Catfishwhisker, fall back!"

They could fight, but she'd rather not lose another clanmate to some unplanned attack. 'Think. Come on, think!' The silver molly usual calm face slowly appeared in a frown. Worry scrunched up in her brows. What can they do? They're close to the borders... but their clanmates are.

Her dim blue eyes scaled by the bankside, trying to catch a glimpse of at least one of them. She could pull them up if she were fast. Could she, really?

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[Dark]

Fishfreckle

Go With the Flow | Silver Tongue (T1) [Perm] | Mind Reader [Perm]
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Fishfreckle was out in the territory. Why? Well, he saw Dusklion gathering a patrol of cats for something or other and she took Larkwing along with her, so naturally he was curious. It was his duty to ensure that she didn’t get them into any trouble. It was for the future of the clan! Dusklion was set to be the leader of the clan one day, and then Larkwing had experience as a leader so she was invaluable. It definitely had nothing to do with wanting to make sure Larkwing was safe, nope, not at all.

He was a few steps behind, as he didn’t want it to be obvious that he was following them. Silently, the blue-grey tabby padded through the territory while tracking their scents. He should have left earlier, bu the didn’t want to make it overly obvious that he was following. He knew that had he been caught Dusklion or Larkwing would have sent him back to camp – possibly even escorting him back. It irritated him. How much those two she-cats worried about him at times, but it was endearing in a way. He guessed that that’s what made them good candidates for leaders. Their caring nature though would be their downfall if they weren’t careful. Hell, in a way, it had already led to Larkwing’s. She had been unable to handle the pressure of the clan acting out against her and was unable to get them in line which led to her disappearance. He was curious about what happened but he wouldn’t ask. She would tell him when she was ready.

Gosh… why was their territory so large? All of this walking was frustrating as hell. Like c’mon! He had little legs and they were walking so fast! Dammit! He really should’ve left earlier. This was a pain in the–

Wait a minute… that was Dusklion’s voice. She was yelling to get away from the banks?? Fishfreckle wasn’t too familiar with this stretch of territory, but what the hell could have the deputy of RiverClan so frantic about the very thing that gave the clan its name?

Suddenly anxious, Fishfreckle charged forward as if his tail was on fire. Dusklion – the future of the clan was in danger. But more importantly (the selfish part of him thought so at least), Larkwing may be in danger. If something happened to her, he would kill her. Future of RiverClan be damned, if Larkwing got hurt, he would kill Dusklion.

At long last the small framed tom finally caught up to the group. Panicked, he scanned the surroundings in search of either the dark grey deputy or the tortoiseshell warrior that made him feel weird inside. There was some kind of beasts all over the bank and then– there she was! His eyes widened in horror as he found Larkwing just in time to watch her go careening off the side of the river bank and into the water.

”LARKWING!!” He yelled as he watched the pretty tortoiseshell go under. His heart sunk in his chest and his paws grew leaden. She… no… Larkwing was a strong girl, she’d make it out of this, right…? Right?? RIGHT???

He didn’t know what led him to do it, but he ignored the swimming feeling in his head, ignored the weakness in his limbs from his encounter with starvation, he ignored it all and lept into the frigid water. He had to save her. He had to. Fishfreckle was acting irrationally — as he had long since decided that he wouldn’t die for the clan in its current state. This was different though. This wasn’t the clan, this was Larkwing. She was… she was different. He didn’t know what it was, but every fiber of his being screamed for him to find her — to rescue the former leader.

He had to get to her – he had to save her. For the first time in his life, he felt the desire to protect something other than the clan. For the first time in his life, he disregarded his own safety for someone else. For the first time in his life, he felt genuine fear for the sake of another. Larkwing was in danger. Screw the clan’s future, their future was in danger. He didn’t know when it started nor why, but at some point, the small she-cat had grown so important that the idea of a RiverClan without her just didn’t seem worth it. It felt as though a RiverClan without her wouldn’t be RiverClan at all.

"LARKWING!"

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