Midnightpath had been seated outside of the warriors den when she had caught the sharp scent of blood–her lips curled into a silent snarl before her eyes opened, and she was up on her paws within an instant. The smell led her to one of the cats that she was most familiar with, and on him she caught the scent of fox, as well.
She paused before him, eyeing the deputy nearby for a moment, but she didn’t say a word until Hawkbite had finished speaking, not wanting to come off as impolite. “Hawkbite,” She dipped her head, eyes shifting over his bloodied figure, unable to contain the concern within her gaze. “...Is there anything that I could help with, by chance?”
Though her rper is feeling half deceased at the given time, Sleepysunrise lifted an eye from where she stood guard within her corner overseeing camp to catch on to the news a bloodied Hawkbite was delivering, bright eyes glancing in minute gesture towards the medic's den at the mention of her kit-sitter and forever queen; the bit of news prompting her ever closer as some others did. It sounded to her like she ought to sit better guard, not doze off as she sometimes did during the night and her unofficial shift. She blinked slowly, her distance from the rest clear but her willingness to aid in what was needed clear as her eyes locked onto Mistlewhisker and Hawkbite in an unrelenting, unblinking stare.
Hawkbite. A child. Blood. Shrewstep was rousted from his spot by these three things, making his way over to the enforcer captain and the gathering crowd with haste. Rookfire was already on the scene (when was he not, he seemed everywhere all the time) and Sleepysunrise was in the vicintity, along with a few other warriors. Evidently, they were similarly concerned about the fact that a kit had been running about outside of camp, and been attacked. This was not an ideal scenario, and while Shrewstep was not as invested as if he had progeny running about, kits were never ones who should be risked. As such he made his way over to take a seat nearer to the action, next to Midnightpath. A silent offer of as much assistance as he could lend to the wall patching, albeit not any great strength. Well, maybe being closer to kit level would help right about now. He might be able to figure out how they were getting out of camp.
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rookfire vaguely noticed hawkbite, nightshiver and some kit return to camp in less than pleasant condition but had decided to not interfere to follow them into the medicine den, he wasnt bloody stupid after all. yet, when the commander resurfaced from dawnstars den, no doubt having taken the tunnel leading from the medicine den into dawnstars chambers, rookfire got to his paws before half a thought passed through his mind. the thick herby smell did little to coat the stench of blood coming off of him, no wonder, he looked like he had taken a bath in it in all honesty.
without alerting the older feline of his presence, rookfire took his place next to his superior, ready and willing to help however possible, perhaps gather more volunteers or take over in organisation if need be. a look of distain had briefly made its way onto rookfires face, displaying his displeasure with the situation outwardly before it shifted back into careful neutrality. fishkit escaping had severely injured not only their permanent queen, who rook valued and came to like which made this more personal for one, but affected hawkbite enough to have been in need of medical attention. he wasnt really one to deny everyone the opportunity of treatment, but at a point like this, where cats far more valuable for the clan had gotten seriously hurt, he wondered if it was worth the trouble.
this wasnt his choice though, and since it lay in the past it wasnt worth spending his thoughts and time on. for now, the enforcer wrapped his striped tail around himself and eyed the other cats in the clearing, waiting.
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Hawkbite's blood splattered body exited Dawnstar's den. It was quite the sight. The Commanders muzzle, chest and a majority of his shoulders and underbelly was covered in blood. Fox, blood, and herb scents wafted from him. He really needed to get cleaned up. This was going to give him a headache.
Dawn was breaking over the camp, so he was certain Mistlewhisker was out and about by now. It didn't take long for the Commander to spot her and approach. "Mistle!" Hawkbite called to his girlfriend, greeting her briefly and letting her process the state he was in.
"Dawnstar asked to find a couple warrior or apprentices and patch up the walls some. Fishkit escaped and was attacked by a fox. Nightshiver was injured severely too. They're both in the medicine cat den for now," Hawkbite casted a glance over to the den, rolling his shoulders which had started to ache. "Perhaps, we need someone to sit guard there to make sure Fishkit doesn't get out again when she's feeling up to it," he scowled before looking back up at Mistlewhisker.
"I'm going to get cleaned up but can help if needed after I check on Nightshiver's kittens," Hawkbite offered, although he knew Dawnstar had told him to get some rest. He'd fatigue himself, though. He didn't care.
Watching Hawkbite come so bloodied out of the leader's den has him immediately rising to his paws in alarm. Was it wrong of him to eavesdrop? Yes. But he wasn't going to eavesdrop if he was going to insert himself into the situation. Padding over to the Deputy and the Commander to listen to the commotion, he immediately pipes up once he's finished speaking. Hopefully he didn't come off too eager. Ugh. Doesn't look like he's the only one, though.
"I'll do what I can to help as well. Just say the word. And please... Get yourself looked at."
The last part is said a bit more quietly than his offer. Was he a little embarrassed by showing such obvious concern? Maybe.
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ShadowClan Deputy
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[Large black cat with a half white muzzle and a pale green eye] Purrks: Killer Aptitude T3, Shadow Fiend, Mind Reader
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Mistlewhisker looked up as she heard the first half of her name called, irritation at the informality evident in the twitch of her ear. Honestly, what was with those around her calling her by her prefix?? Any thoughts of that disappeared as she spotted and scented the blood covering Hawkbite's fur. Her eye glinted with curiosity while simultaneously hardening into the stare of a Deputy. Fishkit escaped and caused problems? A fox? Nightshiver injured? Mistlewhisker nodded curtly to Hawkbite, noticing the cats already gathering and offering their assistance.
Mistlewhisker looked to Midnightpath and Darkice. "Go around the entrance and the wall surrounding the open space of the clearing. Leave no gaps." Nothing, not even a hole the size of a paw. She thought it fit to put two cats on those since it make up the majority of the wall.
"Bitternpaw. Check the nursery walls for signs of breakage and reinforce them, regardless if here are holes." It was about time to ensure the dens were prepared for the colder weather anyway.
"Rookfire," Mistlewhisker glanced at the other Enforcer, "Behind the warrior's den. Make sure there are no breaks in the walls behind there. Reinforce the den as well."
"Shrewstep. Elder's Den. Same as the other two." It was often the most neglected den, but one of the most important to keep sealed and warm.
And finally... "Sleepysunrise. Check between the cedars behind the medicine and leader's dens. There's a cliff face there, but ensure there's no pathway up a kit or apprentice could take." It wouldn't hurt to have extra eyes on that.
As the gathered cats split up for their jobs, Mistlewhisker turned to Hawkbite. Her one-eyed gaze grew dark. "Clean yourself up and see Mossfreckle before Nightshiver's kits. That is an order." An uncharacteristic fierceness overtook the Deputy's voice, tail lashing behind her. She had promised to see Hawkbite as an equal, but she would not let him neglect any possible injuries. She would not let him end up like Silverlark.
"Dismissed." She directed to everyone.
[For these just post a post in the assigned thread (Estelle you can just do yours in the Grimpeak for simplicity's sake) of your character patching up any holes and reinforcing the walls/dens <3]
The Commander watched as Mistlewhisker got to work then blinked gratefully towards the deputy. Dawnstar's orders would be seen through like this. However, he would defy the latest order she'd given, flicking his tail in the process. Mossfreckle had already dismissed him and Hawkbite didn't feel like wasting herbs on himself. No emotion rang through his tone as he slowly disassociated from the situation. Even the light from the fight was dying in his eyes as they seemed to shift in front of the deputy.
"Thank you, but I'm fine. If any of this is my blood, it's very little of it. That fox bled out on me. Mossfreckle has two half-dead cats to worry about, little scraps aren't worth the time."
Then, he'd excuse himself, heading towards the camp entrance to seek a puddle, if not to seek the stream or marshes to rinse the blood off himself. However, the Commander didn't walk with the same prideful stride he typically did. It was dragged; his tail was low, his paws dragged on the ground a little, and his ears were flat. Whether this was out of annoyance for his daughter or because he was tired was hard to say.
Midnightkit ★ Non-Binary - They/Them (Afab) ★ Shadowclan Kit ★ 10 Moons ★ Straight [Activity Post] Midnightkit squeezed themselves out of the nursery and stepped into the clearing. They went to a silent and empty spot near-ish the entrance before laying down to take a nap.
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White she-kit with very pale, barely visible bengal spots and mint eyes.
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Icekit wandered out of the Nursery, not going too far and lingering near the comfort of the den. She wasn't sure if she could even call it a comfortable place. It was... Very rowdy and full of obnoxious kits. She didn't like it. Especially the creepy black-furred kit who was always sitting in the corner.
Her eyes widened slightly as a flying thing with pretty wings fluttered by. She remembered her time with Palepaw. It was... A butterfly? A butterfly, yes! She padded towards the flying butterfly, attempting to follow it with her gaze.
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Frosty blue hues flicked up to the green ones of ShadowClan´s Enforcer Commander, Hawkbite. ´´I believe that Tuftedtusk is out hunting,´´ Pondpaw replied, dipping her head respectfully to her Clanmate. ´´However, I do not know for sure.´´
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Soulfur
(Black and white tom, blue eyes)
16 moons, ShadowClan Warrior, He/him
Soulfur looked around the clearing and placed the robin he had caught in the prey pile and went to sit by the warrior's den. He didn't go in in case he bothered any of the warriors that were in there. Soulfur sat down a few fox-lengths away from the warrior's den and started to clean himself.
"No." Her expression darkens into something a little more grim than the flat, neutral stare she'd been holding onto prior. Swantooth does not like where this conversation has headed because she does not like discussing herself. So, in light retribution, where Swantooth has decided that Tigerleaf has gone low (egad, how dare she ask a very normal question that appropriately fits the topic of conversation!) she will go lower.
"Why, are you interested? Tigerleaf...I had no idea." Now they can both be uncomfortable.
With her orders being given, Midnightpath was quick to tend to her duties. Despite the worry that gnawed away at her gut, she pressed on. With a simple, respectful nod of her head, she was on her way to the entrance of camp. Despite the fact that she hated getting her paws–or any part of her, really–dirty, she gathered up clumps of mud, sticks, and rocks to reinforce the entrance to camp. With narrowed eyes and a set frown, she nosed at the wall, slowly making her way from the entrance, all the way around the clearing and back to the entrance again. Nosing and sniffing as she went, using her paws to find smaller holes and weak spots that could be missed by the naked eye alone.
With herself and Darkice going about to reinforce the wall, surely they’d both be able to get all of the weak points that could have been forgotten or lost entirely if there were only one warrior tending to the task. Eventually, once the little buzz of perfectionism had faded away to leave a sense of satisfaction, Midnightpath hummed softly and nodded. All’s good here.
[ closed, mid is just patching up the walls and making sure all is well. ]
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