Raise The Tide

[Idiotic.Bean101]

art by @/snowflake.
Ravenfire-She/Her
14 Moons
PURRKS
Dreamwalker-Inactive
Shadow Fiend-Inactive


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Ravenfire winced as Flintclaw crashed into otters.
And next thing she knew, he was telling her to get to the tree line, while keeping them back himself.
Which wasn't looking good for him.
He expects her to just leave him?

[Perms from namen_roodles]
He's an idiot if he thinks that's something she would let happen.
So, The sun-rusted cat jumps forward and grabs Flintclaw by the scruff, and yanks him away from the otters. Some more minor scrapes may have been caused by this, but nothing worse than what could've happened.

Spiderthroat said he would grab Sunstreak at some point, she can't remember exactly when he said it, but she knows she vaguely heard it.
Which is good, she can't carry two cats at once.
Especially when she's already not even as big as Flintclaw is.

Ravenfire then drags the older warrior with her to the tree line, trying her best to hold him there despite her dizziness.
She can tell he'll probably want to go back in, help others.
But it'll be no help if more cats die in the process.


@namen_roodles - @Songtail

[namen_roodles]

FLINTCLAW
Thunderclan warrior | 22 moons | Massive dark tabby tom with pale blue eyes and a thick scar across his chest.
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What did the deputy say? He couldn't just go! Ravenfire was behind him. She was out of danger. He just needed to back off far enough, then otters were starting to move back and forth, like they were growing hesitant of moving so far from the water. Bumblestar was up... somewhere. Sunstreak, for all the giant tabby cared, could get dragged into the water... or back to the woodline. Whatever. Maybe he'd catch him on his way-

So much screaming. Mudhound, at first. He could see the events in the corner of his eye as his exhausted limbs continued to bat away any attempted attacks from the otters that he could. The hornet... They were going to drown! Another one dragged into the water. That made three, now. He needed to go! Violetfreckle was running towards them.

Hissing and spitting, the tom made to break for the water. He was locked in. No one needed to die-

"Agh!" Flintclaw felt himself jerked back by his scruff. Another otter? No, too small. Yet another small injury was numb to him. Ravenfire could've ripped his scruff clean off and he probably wouldn't have felt it. Was he numb to everything except for has damned chest? Even the jerking motion was painful. Everything screamed at him, and he wasn't sure if it was screaming for him to fight or run. Maybe both. He needed to run and fight. Every other thought was blocked out of his mind, to a point where he needed to use every bit of his willpower not to lash out at the warrior dragging him to the treeline.

"L'GO!" Spit and blood came out more than words. His heart pounded. No, no, no! She was floating away! Who? Was that Violetfreckle? Otters going wild playing, fighting, chittering... Bumblestar jumping on Mudhound... Sunstreak on the ground... Dragonflycliff covered in cobwebs and reeds.

The world was speeding up again.

Flintclaw felt dizzy. His breath came in rasping gasps that shot furious, fiery pains through him with each attempt. His left foreleg wasn't taking weight anymore. He couldn't win this. They were losing.

Thunderclan had lost.

It burned. It stung. How could they lose like this? To fail so spectacularly... He was powerless to do anything. He couldn't even fight anymore. Fall back. The order had been to fall back. Who else would die just trying to get away?

Didn't Spiderthroat tell him to take care of Ravenfire? And here she was, dragging him away. Dragging him back to his senses. He caught his own paws underneath him. Shaking and dizzy. There was still adrenaline, but he was growing numb to it. About as numb as he was growing to his own paws. He felt cold, water still forcing his fur against his skin. He was woozy... He pushed up against Ravenfire, making her aware that she could let go. He was coming with her. "Go... J'st... Go!" Flintclaw croaked. It was all he could get out. The pain and pressure in his chest... It was unbearable...

@Idiotic.Bean101 @Songtail

[Hex]

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮
Tigerpelt
A medium, short-furred, ginger tom with ivy green eyes.
He/Him - 28 Moons - Thunderclan Warrior - Straight

Tags : @sturgeonwind ; Dragonflycliff , @Starfall ; Spiderthroat , @Dino ; Bumblestar , @Rani ; Mudhound

Fall back! Fall back! They were falling back. Tigerpelt's ears perked up at his named being called by Spiderthroat and not a second later, he was at Dragonflycliff's side. He felt sick, the blood..everywhere. He felt lightheaded but pushed through as he tucked his head under her body, lifting her up on his back with a grunt. Ah his shoulder, it was..painful but he had to get her back to camp. He couldn't let this clan down, nor his fellow warriors. "Don't worry, I got ya," he meows huskily, quickly rushing towards the camp, his eyes focused forward, but his ears pinned back as he listen behind, hoping that they all get back safely. Dear Starclan, keep them safe.

[Rani]

Mudhound
Thunderclan Hornet | They/them | 40 Moons
Bilingual T3 | Flock Together T3 | Rapid Recovery | Killer Aptitude T3

There was nothing as Mudhound was saved by familiar paws and hauled onto the bank. Nothing as she died in the attempt. Nothing as kin forsook her own mate for Mudhounds sake, dragged her away from the water that'd rendered her thus.
Perhaps it was for the best, the tripod wouldve never allowed this had they been awake.


Waking to know what their weakness against the otters had wrought might just kill Mudhound where the river failed however.


As is they were nothing right now. Not living nor dead, blind deaf and helpless as a kitten, for a moment blissfully unaware of the agony wracking their body. Not that drowning was a kind death, no the otters wouldve been more merciful had ripped out their throat. But that horrible passing had already come, and for a moment the hornet was able to rest in the peace between life and death.




One push. Two, three. On and on the leader pressed on their siblings chest and for one long horrible moment it seemed as if it was too little, too late, and the larger cat would never rouse again.

But luck wasnt gone completely yet, and soon despite the sharp 'crack!' below the leaders paws and a horrible seizing motion from the limp body Mudhound convulsed, expelling a torrent of water.


It was horrible hacking coughs, borderline vomiting as endless streams of bloody inhaled water fled the tripods lungs. And then? The miraculous, if strained, sound of gasping as Mudhound breathed again.


They couldnt rise, too weak, too injured, stunned from the brush with death but wide golden eyes cracked open, blurredly scanning the area and alighting on their sister, a relieved almost silently weak purr at the sight of her alive. The hornet didnt see Violetfreckles body, probably for the best, as in their state it'd only take one little thing to send them off again.

No, mind hazy with everything it was a miracle Mudhound seemed to realize they were still in danger, reaching up a paw to lightly push at their sister in a silent bid for them to go. Of course, in their state they werent moving without ample help as a single attempt to get up revealed how weak they were, so even if their back leg wasnt twisted and warped going on their own wasnt an option.


They had Bumblestar however, and together the two would have, relying on eachother , made it nearly to the treeline and safe if not for....

"Ot-er!!!"

@dino.

[Starfall]

Spiderthroat
He/Him || ThunderClan Deputy
Beefed Up Tier III || Just a Scratch || Hulk SMASH
@dino. @Rani @Hex @namen_roodles @Songtail @Idiotic.Bean101 @vellichor @sturgeonwind
(Hello Songtail ! Your last post was of Sunstreak being unconcious so Spider is acting upon that! Please be sure to read what your patrol mates are posting /w\ )

(That being said. Spiderthroat is going for Sunstreak, and afterwards Violetfreckles body.)

It was all going to Hell quickly. Violetfreckle. Bumblestar and Mudhound. The three of them. He couldn't get to the corpse that slowly made it's way down the river.

As he was running down to the chaos that was happening by the riverbed, Tigerpelt ran up towards Dragonflycliff. Good. Hopefully they would survive. He didn't believe in StarClan or whatever other Gods that existed out there. But in that moment, Spiderthroat prayed.

His paws thundered against the ground. Slowing only as he passed Bumblestar and an unconcious Mudhound. "I'll bring her home." it was quick. he didn't pause to say it. But he hoped the leader had heard it. It was a promise, a promise that she would have a body to mourn over, and a promise that she wouldn't be loosing a deputy yet.

Sunstreak was still passed out after doing virtually nothing to aide in this battle. After lying through his teeth and potentially costing his patrolmates their lives.

A deadweight that he wouldn't mind cutting off.

Just than. An idea formed. He couldn't outswim the otters. There was no way. But, if they had something to fight over. To eat, to rip , and pick apart. That would grab their attention long enough for the Calico to grab the deceased warrior's body.

Just barely dodging any lasting bites, hissing and wincing at the scratches that littered his limbs as he tore past the otters. More and more wounds being added to his body as he ran past. Earning a good distraction for Flintclaw and Ravenfire to fully get up the hill. Most otter eyes on him. Seeing as he was actively running towards a potential demise.

Not his.

He only had a few moments. Only a few seconds to do what he was planning. Leaning down, Spiderthroat got close to Sunstreak's ear. "You'll do one useful thing at least during this patrol. Funny how it's going to be your death." he gruffed out. Blood still spackled at the edges of his maw.

To those at the Tree line, it looked like nothing more than Spider attempting to assist a fallen, unconcious clanmate. But in reality, Spiderthroat was attempting to dislocate a back leg. Can't run from an otter if your leg doesn't work.

Sunstreak's back leg should now be dislocated or something very close!

With a good rock, and a sudden and quick jerk. He had assumed the job was done. The deputy would be amazed if he didn't wake up from that. In an attempt to make himself look humane, he attempted to 'help' move Sunstreak...as long as the warrior didn't wriggle or move that is. Aiming to maybe move him towards shore if allowed.

Even if Sunstreak had allowed it, however, an otter came and tossed the deputy to the side with a decently heavy tail blow. Knocking the wind out of him. Truth be told, he perfered that. The otters would hopefully lock onto the sad excuse of a warrior instead of him.

Scrambling to roll back onto his stomach and front legs, Spiderthroat let out a howl as sharp teeth hooked onto his back leg just as he went to lunge forwards. Violetfreckle was getting further and further away, and he was getting more and more frustrated.

Angry chittering coming from both him and the otter, the deputy opted to kick it square in the nose. Earning him nothing more than a few seconds grace to scramble forwards. He couldn't out swim the slimy jerks but he could outrun...for now. He couldn't push it. He'd lost way too much blood, and was actively loosing too much blood.

Most of the otters were on Sunstreak. Two were on him. Following as he got closer and closer to the corpse. A gamble. A hiss, and a hup Spiderthroat sideran into the water. No jump, that would take time away from his attempted assist.

The few moments passed by like stretched out minutes it felt like. Quick scrambling. Stones cutting the bottoms of his paw pads as he went to quickly duck beneath the tabby. He couldn't safely haul her with his teeth. That was too slow and he was far too weak. He wasn't even confident in his ability to hold her up on his own legs. But he had to attempt. If Bumblestar broke now, shattered now. Their clanmates could be in even more peril.

Body securely on his back Spiderthroat wasted no time doing his best to make it back onto shore. Using any and every ounce of his strength he could to pull himself as far as he could. The otters were right there. He could feel their whiskers tickling his paw pads. Uncanny, fear, monstorus. He hadn't felt this in moons. Seasons even. He didn't have time to dwell on it. Only thing pumping through him right now was the insuverable need to survive.

The moment paws hit sand, the calico spared no time in booking it. Kicking up sand behind him in a weak attempt to blind the otters. Hopefully it had worked. Hopefully it was enough. Whistling wheezes came from the tom as he ran. The treeline getting closer and closer, refusing to look behind him or feel hope of any sort until he got at least further into the tree lines.

At this point in time Flintclaw and Ravenfire should have made it. If Sunstreak survived he'd be impressed. "KEEP MOVING INTO THE TREES." he wheezed, his voice was hoarse. "DON'T REST YET."

His adrenaline was wearing off. His legs were shaking, both due to fear, weakness and ultimate blood loss.

Finally, once his paws touched grass. Once the gentle shade of the trees covered him, did he finally turn around to see the carnage. An otter had a leg. Sunstreak was...well he didn't know yet. He couldn't see.

He couldn't rest yet. They still had to get home.