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Heroneye hesitated at the medicine cat's question. How was she meant to answer that, exactly? She could say fairly definitively that "good" was not the right response, but she figured she'd gotten out alright, all things considered. "About as well as can be expected," she replied after a brief pause, keeping still to allow Berryshine to work. She tried to keep her tone light, but that also went about as well as could be expected.
After another moment of hesitation, she added, "The otter hit me in the head with its tail, and I still have a headache from that. I... don't suppose you've anything that might help with that?" she finished cautiously. She hated to take up more time from Berryshine than was absolutely necessary, especially since it wasn't an exterior wound that could be observed and patched up with cobwebs and so on, but her head really was killing her. Heroneye really just wanted to get back to normal as quickly as she could, if she could help it.
Her ears pricked as she sensed movement next to her. Salamanderpaw had apparently finished her chat with that ThunderClanner. She didn't know what had transpired, and frankly, keeping her head up was enough effort without worrying about whether anyone was quarreling. Any lingering resentment between the two Clans was overshadowed by what they had accomplished, as far as she was concerned. For the moment, anyway.
She blinked at the apprentice's comment, a bit taken aback by her forwardness. She didn't think she'd been particularly skilled compared to her battle partners, but she was too tired to come up with a way to shirk the compliment. "Thank you, Salamanderpaw. You fought like a warrior yourself." Her comment was earnest, too; though it was clear that the otter's attacks had weakened the apprentice over the course of the battle, no cat could deny that she'd put every iota of energy she had into fighting and surviving until the bitter end.
The brief lapse in patients had her able to swiftly run to and fro, collecting a little more of each thing she needed: cobwebs, marigold, moss, dandelion... thank StarClan each of those was plentiful around here. She ran back to her camp setup, not realzing she was holding her breath until more shapes began to approach.
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— STAGHEART —
very large, muscular, & scarred light brown tabby tom with stark blue eyes and a torn ear; killer aptitude t3 | just a scratch | dreamwalker
[ riverclan warrior | tomcat | 59 moons | gruff & battle-hardened, heart o’ gold; loyal to a fault ]
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Thank StarClan... it'd worked. Stagheart let out a gusty sigh of relief, finally releasing the slippery otter when the darned thing went still. Shakily he got to his paws, taking a moment to catch his breath. Blood dribbled from gashes along his pelt and that initial bite to his leg, but he was standing. He was alright. He'd manage... at least until he got home.
Between ragged breaths, Stagheart met Seabreeze's gaze, giving a nod. Mumbleflight, despite being a squirrel, had fought bravely. Even if he had gotten tossed around like a kit in a storm here or there. Both RiverClanners were also beaten up, not doing too well themselves, but at least were awake to do this.
"Y-Yeah... right. Good work," he grunted, slinking over to nudge Mumbleflight. Out cold. Inhaling deeply and preparing himself, Stagheart did his best to slide his shoulder under the ThunderClanner's body, helping half-carry, half-drag the warrior towards Berryshine.
"H-Hey, Berry." It was a rare moment of the large tabby's voice wavering from his exhaustion. "He's pretty beaten up... could ya look at 'im?" Stagheart could wait, for now. He was fatigued, but still standing. He began to idly tend to his wounds by cleaning them, sinking to his haunches. He kept an eye on Seabreeze as well, hoping his Clanmate was doing alright.
Oh... oh. Here came the second wave.
Stagheart and Seabreeze were stumbling over, and Berryshine had to choke back a dismayed noise. They both were in rough shape... as was the ThunderClanner hung limply between them. At first glance, with all that blood and deadweight, he looked dead.
But once the warriors lowered him to the ground, she could see that he wasn't. Just... terribly banged up. A shaky sigh escaped her as she looked everyone over, signaling for Seabreeze to sit down as well. Her eyes fixed on Stagheart, trembling.
He didn't say much, just touched his nose to ears. For just a moment, she closed her eyes, allowing the affection to soothe her. It was rare from the stoic tom, and she knew he was indirectly telling her he was alright. The question had all been in her eyes.
Mumbleflight was the worst off, right... but first... she pressed a quick wad of moss to the worst of his wounds, using some of the leftover poultice from her last patient and smearing it on that nasty bite of his. The other majority of the gashes weren't bleeding as much.
"Stagheart, if... i-if you're alright... could you get me some more cobwebs a-and moss, please?" The murmur was quiet, not wanting others to hear. She could only carry so much, after all, and there were so many injuries... besides, the silent question had been in his eyes, too. How can I help? He'd make her wait to treat him till the others were seen. So she'd use him in the meantime, as long as that leg was dealt with.
Okay, now Mumbleflight... oh stars. Deep breaths, Berry. Using the nearby tree she'd been harvesting moss from (thank goodness they were so close to the river that made this stuff bountiful), the medicine cat stemmed the bleeding as best as she could for the cuts and slashes that covered both Mumbleflight's and Seabreeze's pelts. Poor Mumbleflight was out, but at least Seab was awake. She made eye contact with him, pawing over some dandelion leaves for him to chew on. "F-For the pain," she assured quietly.
The ThunderClanner was going to have a heck of a headache when he woke up, but she'd do the best she could. The mixture of marigold and horsetail as a poultice spread between the two cats, and she did her best to bind the cobwebs as steadily as possible. It wasn't as good of a job as she could've done back home, in her den with all the supplies she had available — but it'd have to do for now.
"G-Go and rest... I'll watch over him," Berryshine meowed to Seabreeze, giving him a touch on his shoulder with her tail. A silent thanks for bringing the warrior here, and an assurance that he should stop for a moment. They all needed to, after that...
Acornfall raised a brow at Caveclaw teasingly at Berryshine’s “same leg” remark. “Fond of that leg, eh?” He teased with a throaty chuckle. The brown tabby worked on trying to clean his paws from the otter blood while the medic tended to Caveclaw’s leg as best she could. Honestly, he didn’t mind waiting. His expedited healing ability didn’t come with extra pain tolerance. Though at this point, so much of him hurt he wasn’t certain he’d recognize feeling more pain.
Yeah! That’s the ticket! But he started to feel this confidence slip away as Berryshine turned her attention to him. He exhaled a breath when she said she’d have to remove what was left. Figured. Acornfall obediently chewed and swallowed the herb, quickly so he didn’t have to taste it much (eating grass was just weird to him regardless), and sat in a sturdy crouch so Berryshine could work and he could hold still as best as possible. He couldn’t have been prepared for how…disturbing this felt though. Pain sure, but feeling her scraping out his eye socket and not seeing it was…bizarre to say the least.
Everytime she apologized, Acornfall only waved his tail weakly to let her know it was fine. Well…it hurt and all. But he knew she was doing her best. He unsheathed his claws to dig them into the ground for support, doing his best to control the instinct to jerk away as he gritted his teeth against the pain. When she was finally finished, he let his wobbly legs give out to lay down. “Y-Yeah…fine.” He mewed with a soft, breathy laugh. A short one though, laughing hurt. “Just feel a bit…off center here…” Acornfall usually had a strong stomach, but even he felt nauseous after all of that. “S’okay if I rest my legs a bit before headin’ back?” Though even as he spoke, he knew he’d be keeping the rest short.
The tabby tom was eager to return home to his kits and mate.
art by @/Marigoldwhisper Caveclaw-She/They
35 Moons PURRKS
Kitty Softpaws T2-Inactive
Killer Aptitude T1-Inactive LionHeart
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Berryshine gave the response Caveclaw about expected. 'The same leg?'
It was.
Every time.
Annoying as it was, she's pretty sure the cursed thing has taken more damahe this time, sure looks like it. And feels like it.
She only 'hmph'd' at Acornfall's comment about it.
The lykoi winced a little as Berry stopped the bleeding.
Definitely worse than usual.
It's kind of annoying that there even is a 'usual'.
As instructed, Caveclaw chewed the herbs given to her.
After this, Berry moved on.
Caveclaw waited now, though with nothing else to do as she waited, she simply got a look at her clanmates' injuries.
Stagheart, rough shape.
Owlstar, very rough shape.
Heroneye, rough shape.
Salamanderpaw, also rough shape.
Had it been her, Berryshine probably would've blacked out. So Acornfall gained much respect in her eyes by toughing it out with little to no major reactions, only being woozy as he settled after the procedure.
"Y-Yes, of course... I was hoping you'd rest a moment anyway," the medic assured, her gaze soft and sympathetic. If he'd need help getting comfortable, Berryshine would do whatever she could to squash some of the grass around them for a nicer place to rest than the hard ground.
Caveclaw should be fine with him, Berryshine though to herself. Despite all her misgivings with ThunderClan due to their past, the medicine cat was always one to give the benefit of the doubt — and in this case, Acornfall seemed like an okay guy. So she dipped her head to both him and the Lionheart before moving on.
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WE'LL BUILD A FIRE IN YOUR EYES
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SALAMANDERPAW . 13 MOONS . SHE/HER . RIVERCLAN
Hickorysmoke is forgiven, in the end, for calling her a kid—but only because he has the good sense to throw in a compliment for her. Even ifshe has to bite back another prideful retort about how not a hornet, you idiot, never a hornet—keep your fake-y lionhearts to yourself, THAT'S what I fight like! Salamanderpaw feels bad for wanting to bite his head off over something as small as that, and it's a bizarre thing to feel. Sorry. For a Thunderclanner. For her nasty temper.
She's glad when they leave. Less glad that she realizes she still didn't get the familiar cream-and-tabby one's name, and that feels far more important now than it did before.
There'll be time. She shuts her eyes. That peculiar distance, the gap, is closing little by little. Pain refuses to be ignored. The buzzing in her skull is giving way to a tired, yawning emptiness. Berryshine is saying something.
"Hwha. Uh?" She mumbles, eyes back open now. There's moss on her. Yellow in her wounds. The worst of it will have been the minor skin avulsion on the side of her neck. Not so nasty as it might've been had the otter manage to tear that chunk of skin away completely, but it certainly gave it a good shot. The more adrenaline trickles away, the more Salamanderpaw is forced to realize just how painful it is to turn her head. How what's left of her now-missing ear throbs persistantly. So do tall her various little scrapes and nicks and dings, but now that she's been seen for now, she decides she'll keep her complaints down.
"M'okay I think. Stupid otter...took my dang ear." Okay except for that one. "'N I don't know—th'other cat's name. Thunderclanner with the stripes..."
She's petering off for a yawn which fizzles into a wince. Maybe names don't matter right now. In fact, it's annoying she even cares. Riverclan matters way more.
"But. Never mind. Thank you Berryshine. Glad you're here." Salamanderpaw mumbles, inching out of the way once work has been done on her. It is surely a sentiment they all share, have shared, will continue to share, but that doesn't mean cats shouldn't remember to say it out loud.
Salamanderpaw keeps a lingering eye on any Thunderclanners dragging their feet and decides to ease herself down into a loaf by Heroneye in the meantime, who has also earned some sleepy appreciation: "You kicked that thing's ass to...smithereens, Heroneye. You're so cool."
That's about the best she can do right now, but she means it.
Oh, stars. Salamanderpaw had taken quite the beating. Seeing the tenacious young 'paw in such a state unnerved Berry, and her eyes softened as she looked her over once more. That chunk in her neck and that missing ear... she'd want to look over that again, once they were back home. For now, she'd keep moving on after applying that poultice and some cobwebs where needed, binding up the worst of the bleeding and staving off infection.
But her thanks... the medic paused when she heard it, meeting the tired apprentice's eyes. Her own shone with mutual gratitude. Hearing that, 'I'm glad you're here...' it meant a lot to her. "A-And I'm glad I could help," she mewed back softly.
And, yes... now more yellow was in her wounds. But at least it would help her.
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Floodpaw(sight)
demoted until May 20th ✦ RiverClan Warrior | 29 moons | Mind Reader ; Killer Aptitude T3 ; empty slot
She made her way over, limping as the pain in her foreleg got to her. The adrenaline from the fight wore off, and the excruciating pain settled and burned into her body. Despite being in multiple fights, the pain and bleeding never cease to surprise her. It wasn't something Floodpaw could get used to.
Her stormy eyes gaze around and there they were. Her clanmates. On the other side of the battle, safe and sound- or at the very least, it seemed like her clanmates had made it out alive. Good. That was incredible... Floodpaw could feel a slight sting of tears in her eyes. It was finally over and her clan...they were still here. The ThunderClanner disappeared as fast as they appeared, but it wasn't really on her mind, the silver she-cat only wanted to get back to her clan and get on their way home. She made her way slowly to Berries, and gave the medic a soft, tired smile.
"Hey- little one, glad you're here-" Floodpaw barely managed to choke out. The pain in her chest rose every time she spoke and her raspy voice was hardly audible. They were busy and the silver she-cat could wait her turn. As she did, the silver cat gave herself a quick evaluation. Nothing too bad, or...nothing she couldn't handle. A bite, and chunk of fur and flesh bled over the same shoulder scar she got from the coyotes moons ago. Another deep claw mark on her hind leg...and the pain in her chest every time she breathed. Floodpaw paused for a moment. Was that critical? Hopefully not.
Hearing Floodsight's— er, Floodpaw's voice croaking out the same sentiment as Salamanderpaw wrenched Berry's heart in her chest. She exhaled shakily, looking over the trusty warrior and carrying herbs in her jaws. The medicine cat set them down to properly inspect Floodpaw's pelt, pressing moss to the worst of the bleeds first and getting to work from there.
"I-I'm glad you're alright... those otters were terrifying," she admitted, a bit of a waver in her tone. She was all the more sure that StarClan had truly never destined herself to be an ordinary warrior. She held deep respect for her battling Clanmates.
As herbs were chewed and poultices were applied, Berryshine offered some more dandelion leaves to Floodpaw to mitigate the pain. But as she worked, she noticed that Floodpaw was breathing strangely, as if it was painful. She pulled back after pressing some cobwebs to the warrior's hind leg, eyes soft in concern.
"A-Are you in more pain, Floodpaw? Your breathing sounds... off."
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Originally Posted by Marigoldwhisper
`~Owlstar
She, Her\Leader\53 moons\Riverclan
"My pulse is clear, rushing through my ears."
Maybe it was childish, but Owlstar was a bit disappointed she wasn't able to haul away that scarred otter herself. It looked haughty, worthy enough to have its head showcased on a pike, but Owlstar didn't protest, merely nodded, trying desperately to meet the eyes of a cat she couldn't really see.
Owlstar, nauseous from swallowing back down her own insides, listened rather groggily to the deputy. Oh. Maybe it was noticable in her expression, maybe not, but the leader was surprised. Given their track record with Thunderclan, she'd expected much much less from them, as they likely did for her clan as well. The tabby blinked, maybe even grinned (her jaw did not appreciate that gesture).
She hobbled away from Spiderthroat without another word. It hurt to talk, in all truth. How was she supposed to yowl at meetings if she couldn't speak? Hopefully nothing had been terribly shredded, but her throat was closing up with the abundance of hurt. Finally giving up on trying to keep her blood inside her, gosh it was spilling out anyways, she spat out the metallic taste, wading in the dark lines of her limited vision.
She scanned the cats gathered amongst her, flocking to Berryshine for assistance as she squinted tirelessly. She counted off her cats... Irisfrost wasn't there. Did she even show up? An odd sound strangled from her, a sound she didn't recognize. Oh. Right. Her growl was quickly cut short with the sharp knives it drove into her senses. Owlstar was in the mood to kill. Irisfrost would hear it for her, oh stars she would hear it.
Blinking back rage, Owlstar wiggled over to Berryshine, offering the brown molly a torn smile. Owlstar didn't mind being mangled, but when it came to whether or not she lived, stars, she minded it pretty harshly. "Hey... Squirt." her words were thick, almost sleepy. She didn't say anything else, it hurt to. But she'd wait. As long as her legs could carry her, she'd wait until she was tended too.
[To add INSULT to INJURY] - Misaligned jaw (chipped teeth, spliced gums, internal bleeding)
- Clawed eye/face (bad/lame eye spliced/torn in half. Scar stretches across lame eye to the base of her left ear)
- Torn throat (a chunk of her fur and flesh is missing near where her vocal cords would be, large gash)
- Internal bleeding (yes, again. From otter tail, blood running from her forehead around where her tuft of fur/hair would be. broken skin)
- Scared flank (near the base of her tail and between her legs)
Now... thank the stars they were all alive. She just had to check in to see how her leader was faring, and—oH MY STARS ABOVE.
Berryshine's eyes looked like mini green moons once she saw the state of her leader. A mew of distress escaped the younger she-cat's throat of its own volition, rushing over on paws that didn't feel quick enough. If she didn't know better, the leader looking like she was bad enough off to lose a life—
Wait. She didn't have an extra life.
Great StarClan—
Trembling, the moss was already on the worst of the bleeders before Berryshine could full process what she was doing. "S-Stagheart... help me out, would you?" With a grunt, she felt her adoptive father brush her pelt before copying her, pushing down the moss on the wounds she couldn't tend to all at once.
The medic was in a bit of a panicked haze regardless of the words of those around her; no, no, she couldn't let Owlstar die. No way. She hadn't gotten there in time for Stormstar... she'd been dead when brought into camp. But Owlstar wasn't dead yet. There was time. There was a way. There was—
"H-Hey, Owlstar... s-stay awake for me, okay?" She whispered hoarsely, not surprised if the mottled brown she-cat's head was bobbing from exhaustion and blood loss. Her nickname for Berry had sounded sleepy, like she was moments from zonking out. With all she'd done from the battle, no one could blame her. But Berryshine was terrified that if that single good eye of hers closed, it wouldn't open again. And she'd never forgive herself for it.
There were enough herbs to treat the leader, thank the stars. But it wasn't enough time nor supply for Berryshine to feel entirely good about it. She'd have to help Owlstar back to her den, and then give her a proper lookover there... if she could even make it back to camp right now. She looked utterly exhausted, and had no doubt lost lots of blood.
Every dab of moss, every press of leaves and poultices, every wince was met with a soft "sorry" as Berryshine worked in a panicked yet focused haze. She moved faster than usual, a sort of urgency in her healing, one that betrayed her desperation to not lose another leader. Not so soon, not like this... and not on her watch, when she actually had the ability to do something about it.
The large gashes, such as the one on her throat, worried Berryshine the most. Gulping, she did her best to bind it up so as not to keep the raw wound open and vulnerable after applying the concoction of marigold and horsetail to it. And... was that blood down her chin? Was Owlstar bleeding, internally?
At a point, Berryshine's paws ached from all she'd done; it was the best she could, and she wished it could've been more. Finally, she stepped back, gesturing for Stagheart to help support Owlstar on one side. The leader wasn't faring well, and having the stocky tabby tom be her buttress didn't seem like such a bad idea.
"H-Hey, Owlstar... we're going to get you back to camp, a-and then I'm going to properly look you over again, o-okay...? Y-You should stay in my den overnight." No way did she want the vulnerable she-cat out of her sight in this condition, especially with no extra life from StarClan. Thankfully, she was stable for now... Berryshine would just have to monitor that internal bleeding as well as consider aligning that jaw. Everything else was patched, but would need to be redressed every day to stay sanitary and effective. Her mind spun with ideas, faster than usual, as she worriedly checked her over.
"A-Are you... are you feeling, alright...?" Obviously not, but Berryshine was more so talking about any internal pain or something she might've missed. Her shoulders trembled where she stood.
[ -2 moss, -2 cobweb, -2 marigold ]
( someone bap me if there are mistakes, this one took awhile to write LOL )
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Floodpaw(sight) ✦ RiverClan Warrior | 30 moons | Mind Reader ; Killer Aptitude T3 ; empty slot
She nodded along with the medic's words, the pain was making her head feel a little dizzy but she fought it off. The otters must've knocked her around more than she'd like to admit. Moreover, Floodpaw had been a little more reckless than usual(because her roleplayer was busy and just chucked her character at the otters nonsensically). Floodpaw could only reply with her raspy, winded voice. "Yes- terrifying, but gone now. They- cough- they won't be terrorizing our border no more."
"B-breathing? Ah-" Was it that obvious? The silver warrior recomposed herself and spoke after finish chewing up the dandelion. "There's pain... in my chest. When I cough or breath too deeply."
"Just got knocked around a bit, that's all. That's- not too big of an issue, r-right?" Floodpaw spoke, a little hesitantly. As much as she wanted to get better, the silver cat feared the worse- feared that this might be a real issue. Yes it hurts like hell, but it couldn't be that bad, could it?
FLINTCLAW
Thunderclan Deputy | 23 moons | Massive, scarred dark tabby tom with pale blue eyes.
Killer Aptitude T1 | Just a scratch
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Darkwater mumbled something as he approached. 'Pretty..." The dark deputy's ear twitched at that. He was just going to ignore that one. He did give a quick, curt reply to his question, though. "I'll tell you when I have more experience." He rasped. Then Mothflame was there. He watched the other patrols gather and leave, a single twitch of irritation moving the tip of his tail. It wasn't long before Mothflame's question kicked Flintclaw back into action.
The deputy was more than done waiting for Hootwing. His tail lashed. "HOOTWING HURRY UP!" He snarled, lip curled in disdain. He was not a fan of being kept waiting. Seemed to him that the tom didn't care much for his rank. Flintclaw could fix that if he didn't catch up soon. "let's go." He rasped to the other two, trying to hold his temper since at least they had made it in a timely fashion. The deputy swept his tail in a gestured for the others to follow before heading out.
He made his way out to Smallpines, catching the scent of riverclan as they approached the slightly neglected border. His tail twitched as he looked around, eyes narrowed. He wasn't going anywhere near that water, even if the otters were long gone. There was hardly anything left of the battles but the caw of crows as they flitted around. "Let's go. Stay close by, stay away from the water, and shout if you run into any issues." Flintclaw said, moving up to start marking the border. Those crows... could sure make a decent bit of fresh-kill.
[Please ensure you are not reacting to the event/healing still ongoing. This patrol is set in the future]
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"I gotta try my hardest to prove I'm more than just a mistake!"
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he nods, following the deputy out of camp, upon seeing Smallpines, the smell was...oh starclan "Is that what otter smell's like alive?" he gagged, he could smell bits of stale scent and blood- so much blood. thank starclan he never went to the battle...he probably would have died- he nods "No need to tell me twice!" he meows, yeah no, he was n o t going by the water, nope never, not in a million moons! so he did what he needed to do, he began to mark up the border that WASNT by the water...no otters for him today-
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@namen_roodles [darkwater wasnt calling flint pretty, and now its just gonna be weird huh? lol]
@Star [Mothy heya]
@VERVAINSNOW [oof, hoot runnin late late late-]
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Hootwing twitched, pelt spiking in self-contempt as he watched the group scurry off at once. He grumbled a few curses before hobbling after, paws starting to ache in effort before he was met face to face with the quaint streams of smallpines. The tom dipped his head to catch his breath before facing Flintclaw with a sorry mumble.
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Fluffy leopard-spotted she-cat with dichroic eyes and a scar covering half her face.
She/Her | 29 Moons | + every 19th | ThunderClan Warrior | Sweet but Deadly
Purrks:
Mind Reader [INACTIVE] • Killer Aptitude T3 [INACTIVE] • Ultimate Predator [Permanently Active] • Just a Scratch [Permanently Active]
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The scent of blood was enticing. She yearned for the taste of blood all over again. It was... Almost addicting. She grinned at Darkwater, finding his distast for the scent of blood amusing.
"Aye, just lovely, isn't it?" She let out a huff of laughter. "These carrionbirds. They'd make good prey, no?"
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Tom | 12 moons old | ThunderClan warrior | half clan blood
"I gotta try my hardest to prove I'm more than just a mistake!"
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he sighed "no- no not good prey..." he shuddered, he turned his head when he heard a shuffle somewhere and he couldn't help but sniff at it, it was a mouse- that scurried away...boo hoo. "I'm hungry...I should have eaten..." he huffed, marking up more of the border, he wanted that blood and otter smell g o n e. "did all the otters die or...are they still alive..?" he sounded a bit scared now.
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Oakpool is the current Healer of BloodClan, he has a Semi-Closed Den Vm me for healing. BatClaw is the current Deputy of Bloodclan @ me if he is needed. NightStar is the current leader of Nightclan, @ me if he is needed, Sage and saguaro are Alphas of their skulls, @ me if they are needed.
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Berryshine is RiverClan's medicine cat! 
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