Nettlescratch peered out from their little shady cove within the bushes that lined the clearing, spotting the patrol’s return.
Yet.. it wasn’t like they’d hoped. So much blood — so much. Nettlescratch was horrified. They had never seen such brutality before. Oh, no. Oh no. Those otters.. they were a force to be reckoned with. Especially if they could beat the likes of Bumblestar! Mouth agape for a moment, they snapped back to reality and shook their head. Over and over and over and over and over. This had to be a dream. It had to! They’d won. Thunderclan had won. They couldn’t have lost against some pesky otters!
Nettlescratch tried to wake up from this terrible nightmare, but they failed, as you cannot wake up from real life.
Oh, they felt sick now. All this violence had gotten to their head. Their paws felt numb. Their face felt much more prickly than usual. They didn’t feel.. very good, to put it simply. Claws flexing in and out, Nettlescratch tried to steady themself. If anything else happened, they’d probably pass out at this rate. But it would be a lot better than watching this.
To Nettlescratch’s dismay, they were wrong. They suddenly noticed something, something terrible.
Where was Dragonflycliff?
Full panic set in within them. Where was their best friend? She’d told them she’d be okay! She was supposed to be okay! She was fine. Totally. Absolutely. Maybe just.. lagging behind a bit? Or maybe she was.. in the medicine cat den already. That was probably more likely, from what they’d seen happen to the other patrol cats. Maybe Dragonflycliff was just quickly getting a few little scratches fixed up. No, wait.. that wasn’t how the den worked.
Anyway, they’d have to check. To make sure Dragonflycliff was absolutely okay, which she definitely was. No lying there! Nettlescratch was right. Definitely.
Shakily padding to the medicine cat den, trying their best to block out the scene they were still partially witnessing in their mind, Nettlescratch slowly shuffled inside.
closed.
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scorpionpaw thunderclan apprentice | he/him | the rebel
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the smell in the air was overwhelming. scorpionpaw had never had his senses flooded like this. it was chaos and blood and anger and fear. he had emerged from the apprentice's den to an awful scene. was this how all battles would be? how awful. he didn't know any of the returning patrol members well, but of course he recognized the leader and deputy, as well as some of the others. other cats were flooding the warriors, offering support and concern. scorpionpaw wasn't good with comfort. instead, he stood stiffly off to the side and out of the way, a grim expression frozen on his face.
What She blinked, eyes opening. She'd been having an afternoon nap, to be honest. Sure that Dad was about to arrive back in glory, and maybe teach them all some fun otter combat tricks. There was commotion. Beetlepaw was scrambling away. There was a smell, too. A smell that drowned out all other smells. It knocked her sick. It were as though she'd smelt it before. She didn't know when, but it was like it was... Speaking to a memory? Somewhere deep within. A memory she couldn't remember. This terrible, dreadful smell. Was it... No. No. She only had once guess, and she didn't like it at all. Briarberry.
She got to her paws the instant it hit her. Though, she was nowhere near as fast as Beetlepaw. She sort of stumbled her way out the den, eyes still adjusting to the light. Beetlepaw had stopped now and - oh, no, he was going again. Slower this time though. And dad - ... She'd never seen so much blood in her life. She felt even sicker. Time stopped, as Butterfly appealingly said something to Beetlepaw. She couldn't make out what.
There was only one thing she could do: join her siblings. It was a slow walk. Like she didn't know how to move. Like she wasn't meant to be moving. And she said nothing. She just sat herself next to Wasppaw, and stared at the scene. Total silence. Not a common thing for her.
Halfpaw stood in shock and horror, eyes wide and ears pinned as he watched the mess around him
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Mantispaw looked back as tears dropped down her face. She couldn't breathe. The metallic smell of blood was horrible. But she didn't care. Spiderpop was hurt. And all of her siblings saw too. Nothing could make this better now.
Her head flashed as she heard Beetle yell. "Beetle!" She scrambled after him. The stench was horrible the closer she got. "W-we can't fix anything. B-but Wolfh-hawk and Hollowpaw can." She sniffled. "D-dad will survive. H-he just will."
She had only been ack for a little while, and mostly.. Well, sadly she had avoided her siblings, while she got used to being back, and when she wanted to talk, she found out they were away training. Well. She would go see them as soon as possible. But for now...
Dragonfly had been sleeping, the warm sun soaking into her dark pelt. Hm. Her ear flicked. What was with all the commotion? Lifting her head, the kit elegantly swept her sunrise coloured eyes across the gathered cats. Hiding her slight irritation, she stood, fur flowing all around her, bouncing curls and silky colours. She looked around mildly, tail now curled up slightly, next to her, in the grass.
Then she smelt it. Metallic, dark, and sick. 'Blood.' But who's? Oh. The otters. Dragonflykit padded over, fighting hard to keep an elegant and sophisticated expression on her face. Then she saw him. Spiderthroat. No. No no no. This wasn't supposed to happen. He was supposed to be leader, not die! The cream speckled kit padded forward, next to hers siblings. "Father.." She whispered. "Don't you die, Spiderthroat. You haven't yet become what you were meant to be, Father.. Don't leave like Brairberry." Dragonfly took a pawsteps forward, sure and steady, though inside, she was now panicking.
Silver Tongue T1
Turning to her siblings, all she said was, "He'll be okay."'I hope.' She thought silently, before flicking her ears, turning around to sit down next to them, tail elegantly placed by her paws. She couldn't show how scared she was, how angry she was. Her siblings were freaking out- She would be the calm one, the one they could look to, and be calmed. But also, she was freaking out how they would react to her just casually showing up out of the blue. She had tried to talk to them.. But never found the courage, or the time, since they were busy now.
- Wolfhawk -
- He/They - 14 Moons - ThunderClan Medicine Cat -
- A large dark brown tom with a darker back and lighter underbelly, a missing hind leg -
Wolf is not out as demi yet !!
tw; panic attack, self-hate, blood
He smelt blood before Bumblestar's voice. Wolfhawk had expected injuries, but not like dragonfly's. And not like everyone else. The brown tripod had emerged from his den, prepared to heal a slightly bloody and bruised patrol.
Not an absolute bloodbath.
Wolfhawk couldn't grasp it. Bumblestar choked out a few words before passing out. The patrol members were gravely wounded. Dragonflycliff had her leg ripped out. Where was sunsomeone? And-
Mudhound.
No.
His heart skipped a beat at the sight of his former mentor. Battered up. One of their legs looked wrong. Blood all over. Wolfhawk wanted to close his eyes shut. He needed to wake up, and hope that this was all some nightmare his mind was making. He wanted to scream, scream and cry and yell about how cruel it was. But they couldn't. It felt like a lump was stuck in his throat. He couldn't breathe.
He couldn't do anything. He was useless. He always has been. Hollow was already taking the reins. Maybe the tripod should leave. Go crawl up in a corner and cry.
But somewhere, in the back of his mind, a voice spoke.
Get up.
It wasn't a voice of someone he loved. He was telling himself that.
Get up you useless cat. Go help them. Your clan needs you. Bumble needs you. Mud needs you. Hollow needs you.
And so he did.
Wolfhawk was still panicking, his heart racing and blood roaring in his ears, but he made his way over, three legs shaky. Hollows already sent out a patrol, and they were already back with herbs. That was good.
"Get bumble in the den. It looks like she might have died. EVERYONE ELSE, LISTEN UP!" He called out. "If yer not hurt and just standing there, Make yerself useful or get goin. Brackenclaw, Risinstorm, Maplehaze, Sparrowpelt, Reddove, Treetiger! Get yer butts over here, now! Yer helpin me n hollows!" the tripod ordered, narrowing his green eyes. Some extra paws would be useful.
He diverted his attention back to his fellow medic and those who were injured by the otters. He hobbled over. "Hollow, we got an extra set of paws, choose who you want and i'll take the others," he informed the younger medic, puffing his fur out.
"Dragonflycliff is in our den," he told the deputy. "ALRIGHT LETS GET YOU LOT INTO THE DEN. AND CAN SOMEONE EXPLAINED WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?" he called out, hoping that all the cats would be able to hear them.
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[Sparrowpelt]
ThunderClan Warrior
Killer Aptitude T3 | Just A Scratch | Hulk SMASH
Sparrowpelt's fur bristled at the scent of blood and it only grew worse at the sight of the patrol when they barely made it back without collapsing. The large tabby was already rushing over to Wolfhawk before he was even summoned, ready to escort anyone -- given his large size and overall strength -- or use his experience with Drizzlecloud to good use. Of course, he was rusty with that, but it'd only take a few minutes of getting back into that mindset before he'd get the hang of it.
There was another name that caught his attention as Wolfhawk called: Treetiger. His golden gaze shot towards the Bengal who was already making her way over with nothing but horror in her eyes. Oddly enough, that turned into curiousity and something indescribable. Enough. He torn away from the thoughts and focused on Hollowpaw and Wolfhawk, giving each a curt nod. He was ready to go.
It was one cautious pawstep after the next as she stared with morbid curiousity of the scene limping in. Her eyes glued to the wounds and blood. Oh stars, the blood. It made her drool, made her crave more. Dragonflycliff looked dead, Bumblestar looked like she was on her death bed. She didn't care for either of them. Honestly, Bumblestar was better off dead in her mind, the only redeeming thing she had going was the permission she'd received recently to kill.
Next, Mudhound. Unfortunate. Her friend didn't like him, but she thought he was already. Finally, Spider- wait. Her breath caught in her throat as she stared at her former mentor. "Spiderthroat..." Curiosity turned to horror and her pawsteps carried her closer and closer. Truth be told, despite their relationship never being too strong nor holding in recent moons, Treetiger had always felt an attachment to the deputy. Something about him just called out to her.
She kept moving, until, a familiar voice rang out, calling for her.
Ohhh, it was delightful. Each moment that passed, each moment that chaos continued, it was growing stronger. Its host wasn't reacting when its claws dug into her shoulders, hugging her tightly as her mind registered the scene at paw. It reeled, demanding comfort, demanding guidance.
It could "provide" that.
Until...
They'd look over, green gaze and invisible red honing in on Wolfhawk. What could he want?! Spiderthroat needed them! SPIDERTHROAT NEEDED THEM. Ignoring every fiber that screamed at her to help him NOW, Treetiger found her paws leading her to the medics. Maybe.. maybe they needed help. Maybe she'd find a way to help.
"Spiderthroat. Tell me how to help him," her statement was simple, straight to the point. The horrified feeling succumbing to determination and a weird protective feeling she hadn't felt in a long time. Her friend was clinging to her pelt, driving her forward. It was trying to shove her to her former mentor. It made her want to scream at the medics to make them think faster.
It wasn't their fault.
She couldn't control the expression on her face.
She couldn't stop the movements that'd come the moment she was released to help.
Sting crept out of the apprentices den, blinking in the sunlight as the yelling interrupted his dozing. His ears pinned back, the smell of cat blood was unfamiliar and wrong in the air.
For once, Sting didn’t have anything to say. He didn’t have any family involved in the patrol, any friends, but he still couldn’t help the way his stomach lurched at the sight of his clanmates injured, battered, maybe dying.
He couldn’t help. He knew he couldn’t help. He couldn’t add anything useful to the situation, but he couldn’t help the curiosity that tugged him forwards to get a better look…
Oh, stars.
He stared out at the carnage of the patrol with wide yellow eyes and flattened ears before he made up his mind and slunk back into the apprentices den, the forms of his bloodied clanmates impressed into his mind’s eye like a cursed woodcut.
Sting hoped sleep would reclaim him soon, and that the fact that it was still daytime would chase away the threatening nightmares.
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- Wolfhawk -
- He/They - 14 Moons - ThunderClan Medicine Cat -
- A large dark brown tom with a darker back and lighter underbelly, a missing hind leg -
Wolf is not out as demi yet !!
tw; panic attack, self-hate, blood
He smelt blood before Bumblestar's voice. Wolfhawk had expected injuries, but not like dragonfly's. And not like everyone else. The brown tripod had emerged from his den, prepared to heal a slightly bloody and bruised patrol.
Not an absolute bloodbath.
Wolfhawk couldn't grasp it. Bumblestar choked out a few words before passing out. The patrol members were gravely wounded. Dragonflycliff had her leg ripped out. Where was sunsomeone? And-
Mudhound.
No.
His heart skipped a beat at the sight of his former mentor. Battered up. One of their legs looked wrong. Blood all over. Wolfhawk wanted to close his eyes shut. He needed to wake up, and hope that this was all some nightmare his mind was making. He wanted to scream, scream and cry and yell about how cruel it was. But they couldn't. It felt like a lump was stuck in his throat. He couldn't breathe.
He couldn't do anything. He was useless. He always has been. Hollow was already taking the reins. Maybe the tripod should leave. Go crawl up in a corner and cry.
But somewhere, in the back of his mind, a voice spoke.
Get up.
It wasn't a voice of someone he loved. He was telling himself that.
Get up you useless cat. Go help them. Your clan needs you. Bumble needs you. Mud needs you. Hollow needs you.
And so he did.
Wolfhawk was still panicking, his heart racing and blood roaring in his ears, but he made his way over, three legs shaky. Hollows already sent out a patrol, and they were already back with herbs. That was good.
"Get bumble in the den. It looks like she might have died. EVERYONE ELSE, LISTEN UP!" He called out. "If yer not hurt and just standing there, Make yerself useful or get goin. Brackenclaw, Risinstorm, Maplehaze, Sparrowpelt, Reddove, Treetiger! Get yer butts over here, now! Yer helpin me n hollows!" the tripod ordered, narrowing his green eyes. Some extra paws would be useful.
He diverted his attention back to his fellow medic and those who were injured by the otters. He hobbled over. "Hollow, we got an extra set of paws, choose who you want and i'll take the others," he informed the younger medic, puffing his fur out.
"Dragonflycliff is in our den," he told the deputy. "ALRIGHT LETS GET YOU LOT INTO THE DEN. AND CAN SOMEONE EXPLAINED WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?" he called out, hoping that all the cats would be able to hear them.
Reddove
He, Him\Warrior\24 moons\Thunderclan
"Just believe in myself won't rely on others."
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It was as unholy and terrifying as anything could've been.
Reddove had never gotten face to face with otters, but given how often Riverclan was said to deal with the water mutts Reddove assumed the predators were just like Riverclan. Sleek and stupid. Couldn't do any more damage than the average warrior, maybe even the size of a cat.
But he was wrong. Gullible in his ways, and wrong.
His fur bristled, watching the patrol get dragged in, barely functioning, deeply wounded. His snout wrinkled profusely and he wanted to kill something. Maybe snap at the next cat he saw, cuff them by the ears. Something, anything. He should've been on that patrol, he should've been helping his clan like he was supposed to, he should've been dead or severely mutilated. It was a price he was willing to pay amongst everything. He had so much to protect, and yet he couldn't do anything but stare as Bumblestar died. There was no arguing with what was in front of him. Bumblestar was dying.
His brow furrowed. After scooping the situation and inferring there was nothing his paws could do, he wasn't about to sit around and willingly watch cats die. So, he turned to sink back into the warriors den. A place that was almost as conflicting as his own mental duties, but Wolfhawk stopped him.
His short spiked tail shot up in alert as the call met marbled ears. He evenly walking up to the medic, frowning intensely, angrily. However, he wasn't angry at anycat else but himself.
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