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Ah. So they were here.
Fawnpaw lifted her head, her paws carrying herself a little forwards to the group of cats. The apprentice scrunched her nose up, jerking back at a disgusting stench. ”What.. why does it smell like that?” she mewed in alarm , ears stretching back instantly.
As the feline took a few hesitant steps forwards to look around the place curiously, Fawnpaw abruptly stopped to take a quick breath.It smells and it’s my first time here. My luck is terrible.Giving a wary glance to her patrol-mates, Fawnpaw sniffed awkwardly. ”I don’t think I should go any further.” the cat murmured.
[ I’m assuming this patrol takes place after the otter stuff, I can edit it if not !! ]
It didn't take long to get there when they left.
And Fawnpaw immediately seemed unsure about going forward.
Right.
That obviously makes sense.
They'd been warned about the otters already.
And the smell.
It... was familiar, it smelled of blood.
Not... fresh, but not too old.
She glanced at Fawnpaw. "Probably... not." Raccoonsun spoke.
She then looked toward Owlstar, a bit unsure.
She hadn't expected anything short of war. And yet, the smell still made her spine curve.
While the rest of the patrol slowed to a cautious stop, Owlstar pressed forward, brow furrowed as she looked to the water. Red. Red as all be. She could see the occasional shiny back of an otter or their odd chatter, only serving to make the scene more disturbing.
Owlstar flicked an ear, breathing in what she could. Thunderclan had been here, and they'd gotten their pelts handed to them. Her one eyed gaze narrowed, landing on what she thought might've been a body... But. No. Just a leg. Owlstar grit her teeth, her striped tail giving a lash.
Of course, since it was impossible for her to be normal, Owlstar briefly wondered if she could drag the dismembered body part to Riverclan's side of the border just to look at it, but that thought was quickly dismissed. She looked over her shoulder to her patrol mates, her face worked up in an unreadable expression. "Stay back." she ordered, her ears beginning to pin. "Mark whatever ya can without gettin' too close. Cain't fall inta the water if ya ain't close ta it." her gaze focused onto Racconsun. "Teach doe o'er there how ta mark, eh? I gotta null somethin's o'er..." her voice trailed, refocusing on the crimson stained scar before her.
Spiderthroat watched as they all gathered. He himself slowly, cautiously, carefully climbing down the Stormcrest himself. He still ached. He hurt. But he needed to see this through. Ignoring the rather stupid question that Rainstalk had asked, considering the calico quite literally said he'd explain how these otters worked, he pressed towards the exit of the clearing. Motioning with his tail that they follow.
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A quick explanation. All the tail attacks, the dreaded water barreling. All of it. Making sure they listened , intently as the walked towards Smallpines. A wound or two opening, bleeding, just from walking. It was fine. He was fine. He needed to make sure this patrol didn't get caught up in the schemes. They just needed to survey, that's all.
"Stay away from the water. Above all else, against everything I'd just said. Don't let them sway you into the water. We're just scouting, and trying to see if they're capable of getting too close to camp, or if we can secure this area so they can't go beyond...maybe find Sunstreak too but I'm not worried about him and his body." he wheezed. He looked haggard.
As he slunk closer, he heard a faint couple of voices. Instantly his head shot up. If Sunstreak was alive, he didn't care, he'd kill the stupid tom with his own bare paws in front of this entire patrol. He was too tired to deal with it. But, to his surprise, it was...it was a potential saving grace. Never thought he'd think that about some RiverClanners but. It was worth a shot.
"Behave. Don't speak out of line, and follow my lead." the deputy instructed. Keeping direct eye contact with each and every one of this patrol as he spoke. Than, and only than, once he felt as though they would listen did he begin to gingerly walk towards the Patrol. Lead by none other than Owlstar.
"Bit of an otter crisis it seems. You wouldn't happen to know how to deal with one of these...or five...would you?" he asked, his voice airy as if he were attempting to make a joke. But it held no humor. Nothing more than a tired, exhaustion that reached the depths of his soul. "I." a pause. "I would appreciate it, if you could lend a paw. Payment due of course, since to us, this isn't something we find normal."
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⤷ mumbleflight had been curiously quiet on the walk to smallpines, simply just thinking. he didn't care much for the thought of himself dying- watching so many others die when you were a child did that to you. however, he didn't want to see any of his patrolmates die. spiderthroat was bleeding rather heavily, he noted, critical eye on the deputy. this whole situation had to be taking a toll on the poor tomcat, and mumble decided that if everyone got out of this alive he'd check in on spiderthroat later on. question for later though.
as they arrived at smallpines, the scent of blood overwhelmed. this was where it had happened, then. right. mumbleflight stopped his brain from thinking further than that and tuned into what spiderthroat was saying. ..stay away from the water.. right then! sounded easy enough. onwards! before he could continue on, though, his slightly open mouth caught the scent of riverclanners- seemingly right after the deputy had. he followed along with spiderthroat, watching him as if he was going to fall over at any moment. the warrior stood to the left and slightly behind spiderthroat, just in case he needed support at any point.
mumbleflight, did, though, raise an eyebrow when the deputy asked the riverclan patrol for help. riverclan? we're asking riverclan? the same clan who's.. if he remembers correctly.. disgraced healer stirred up trouble with thunderclan only a few moons back? his ear flickered for a second. okay. whatever, whatever spiderthroat said. but there was an apprentice on that patrol, and he wasn't about to let her, whatever clan she belonged to, get pulled into this senseless violence. so mumbleflight stood quiet, steely, waiting for further orders but also ready to protect at any moment.
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blood splattered across the area. the metallic scent of it hung in the air. he did not need to be told twice to stay away from the water, going out like that would not be ✨flashy✨.
hmm. a riverclan patrol, led by none other than owlstar herself. what a shocker! he kept his eyes on the water but otherwise stood still and silent.
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Spiderthroat watched as they all gathered. He himself slowly, cautiously, carefully climbing down the Stormcrest himself. He still ached. He hurt. But he needed to see this through. Ignoring the rather stupid question that Rainstalk had asked, considering the calico quite literally said he'd explain how these otters worked, he pressed towards the exit of the clearing. Motioning with his tail that they follow.
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A quick explanation. All the tail attacks, the dreaded water barreling. All of it. Making sure they listened , intently as the walked towards Smallpines. A wound or two opening, bleeding, just from walking. It was fine. He was fine. He needed to make sure this patrol didn't get caught up in the schemes. They just needed to survey, that's all.
"Stay away from the water. Above all else, against everything I'd just said. Don't let them sway you into the water. We're just scouting, and trying to see if they're capable of getting too close to camp, or if we can secure this area so they can't go beyond...maybe find Sunstreak too but I'm not worried about him and his body." he wheezed. He looked haggard.
As he slunk closer, he heard a faint couple of voices. Instantly his head shot up. If Sunstreak was alive, he didn't care, he'd kill the stupid tom with his own bare paws in front of this entire patrol. He was too tired to deal with it. But, to his surprise, it was...it was a potential saving grace. Never thought he'd think that about some RiverClanners but. It was worth a shot.
"Behave. Don't speak out of line, and follow my lead." the deputy instructed. Keeping direct eye contact with each and every one of this patrol as he spoke. Than, and only than, once he felt as though they would listen did he begin to gingerly walk towards the Patrol. Lead by none other than Owlstar.
"Bit of an otter crisis it seems. You wouldn't happen to know how to deal with one of these...or five...would you?" he asked, his voice airy as if he were attempting to make a joke. But it held no humor. Nothing more than a tired, exhaustion that reached the depths of his soul. "I." a pause. "I would appreciate it, if you could lend a paw. Payment due of course, since to us, this isn't something we find normal."
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"My pulse is clear, rushing through my ears."
Owlstar looked up, one eye skipping over the water like a stone. She didn't back up, she didn't blink, she just stared at the very disoriented deputy infront of her. With him in such a condition, she was wondering why somecat else wasn't leading the patrol, somecat like Bumblestar. Why... Wasn't she here?
If Spiderthroat was beat up like all hell Bumblestar had to be in some sort of limbo. Her brows furrowed, lashing her tail in a way of telling her clanmates to back up. She didn't interject as the tom spoke. Given the bloodied state of himself and Smallpines she could tell he wasn't bluffing, not in the slightest. Owlstar nodded, eyes slightly narrowed as she waded in thought.
Owlstar didn't know how to fight otters. She'd seen what they could do though. The leader marked the fading scents before turning to Racconsun and Fawnpaw. Seems like their border patrol would be a tad bit late. Surely Sunheart wouldn't mind, yes? "Racconsun, Fawnpaw. Firstly, I want both a ya ta get these cats, burn it inta yer brains. Floodsight, er Floodpaw, Seabreeze, Stagheart, Heroneye, Salamaderpaw, Irisfrost, Sedgedream, n' Caveclaw. Get 'em quick too. Tell Berryshine 'bout what's goin' on."
Her eye briefly flicked between the two of them before turning back to the patrol that had gathered. "Al'ight, I'll help ya, eh? Long as ya keep yer promises." Owlstar wasn't one to do charity work, not when she had so much to loose. But, it was clear this problem wasn't being handled, not properly. The otters were still here, and while not in her territory, they weren't being disposed of.
The head hornet followed the deputy out of the camp, immediately he was on edge he knew the danger that was high, he seen what damage the otters could do, several cats near dead, One dead, and all were bound to gain new scars. Maybe this patrol would have new scars too, likely.
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The white and tabby tom stood just behind the deputy listening to his warnings, Dont get close to the water, check that. Not like risingstorm was planning on getting near the beast main avantage. Secondly the hornet understood the risk of not wanting the otters near camp, it is possible a whole camp could take them, but not without injuries, but that's why they were scouting to make sure that the clan woudnt be put into danger. Risingstorm stayed on alert, his ears flicking around towards each sound, including the voices- Wait Voices. Immediately the tom stood up straight and locked his eyes onto the riverclan patrol.
Risingstorm studied them before glazing over at spiderthroat as he spoke, alight the hornet would stay quiet, so his eyes returned to the patrol as he listened. To be fair riverclan probably has delt with otters before, so hopefully they could put bad blood aside. SO far the hornet waited wonder what comes next.
Acornfall listened closely as Spiderthroat provided insight and details from the previous patrol’s experience, trying to visualize the battle. The scent hit his nose before he knew it, and his eyes narrowed grimly. The blood was still fresh. A severed leg lay flung on the ground. So much anguish and death…this. This is what he wanted to fight against. Not for glory, but for his clan. For his children and family. Then, more voices. Another scent.
The brown tabby stayed near Hickorysmoke, like him he didn’t trust the otters not to try a sneak attack. Based on the scene and Spiderthroat’s report, these demons were ruthless and barbaric. Asking for help from RiverClan…made sense. RiverClan would have more experience and know-how for combat like this. Their help would be invaluable. Good thing Nightwhisper isn’t here. He mused with a soft chuckle. Aye, his friend would not be pleased. But Acornfall didn’t bear the same grudges. And honestly, whatever edge they got in this fight was welcome. Anything to ensure they all made it home…with their limbs.
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After Raccoonsun and Fawnpaw had come back into camp calling her and others for to head out for... otters, Caveclaw had been on her feet quickly.
And now here they were, having arrived at Smallpines.
Caveclaw walked over, silently.
She kept a slight eye on the ThunderClan cats, but obviously now wasn't the time for scorn.
Salamanderpaw is eager to respond to these summons even if she's not thrilled about where they'll lead her. She does not like Smallpines and she does not like what lies beyond Riverclan's side of it. This isn't something she makes any effort to keep secret, face screwed up in disapproval at the sight of Thunderclan cats dotting the far bank. She's petty enough that the torn-up state of their neck of the woods soothes her knee-jerk hostility (ha! hahaha!!!)...but only for a moment. After that it just makes her hackles stick up.
Begrudgingly, Salamanderpaw pinches her tongue between her teeth and sticks close to Caveclaw. She will not point her stink-eye at the Thunderclan patrol. She won't say anything so long as she only has nothing nice to say. She will mind her manners and remember her place...okay. Okaaay. Maybe she's having a hard time not giving any dirty looks, but those losers clearly have bigger problems than what her face is up to.
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