Chaos. He needed to leave, Starclan knew that. And yet, he was still here, green eyes peeled for any cats in need. No one had really came up to him.. was he not looking hard enough? He had to do something while he was here though.
Brown paws led him to a wounded warrior, Riverwhisper. He cocked his head at him, wondering who the heck could've shredded him so horribly. The scent of Shadowclan seemed to be wisping off them. Deerspark scowled. Those vultures.
Despite his horribly crooked muzzle, Deerspark managed to get the dead warrior onto his back. Hopefully they wouldn't drop as he ran. Riverwhisper wasn't overly heavy though, so that was good. With one last good tug for good measure, Deerspark began to bolt out of camp, his paws ripping the ground beneath him.
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@glitch \\ Riverwhisper (swanberry would've got him, but she didn't like the idea of carrying her dead mate home just as much as the idea of leaving him)
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❝Whatever will be, will be. Don't care what anyone else thinks.❞
-When You Grow Up, Your Heat Dies
| Snowybreeze | 26 Moons - WindClan Warrior
Heightened Perception [Smell] - Active | Rapid Recovery - Inactive | The Collector - Inactive | Not Skiddin' Around - Active
The battle was over. Snowybreeze did not feel particularly accomplished. His opponent might as well not have been there, in all honesty. Perhaps the chaos had made him check out mentally, in which case the massive tom could not blame him. It had been so very... loud. With sound and scents crashing and clashing all over the territory. Blood soaked the field, making his pristine white fur seem even more out of place than he could have ever imagined feeling... which was an accomplishment all on its own.
Mismatched ears perked up as the patched warrior heard the WindClan leader call out to her clan, his attention instantly on her. By instinct, he approached, uncertain on how best to assist those who had taken a much more brutal battering than himself. He was always terrified of attempting to intrude upon another's work. To have it seem as though he thought he could do better because... goodness... he would never. But he wanted to help. No. He needed to help. It was what his beloved Berryfrost would do. What his father-in-law Fallownose would do. He was certain that as long as he got close to Twilightstar, however, she would know how he could best be of use to his clanmates now.
"E-excuse. Me. T-Twilight-star," Snowybreeze stammered once he was close enough for his soft voice to be heard, sky blue eyes marred with a small, concerned frown as he shuffled his feet nervously beneath him. "W-What can. I do. To help?"
Wrenpaw
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98/100
11 moons || she/her || RiverClan Apprentice || Silver Tongue medium furred silver smoke she-cat; blue eyes
"If they're smart then they've already gotten someone to carry them," Wren says, her tone clipped and a little dry. She does not want to stay a moment longer than she has to. "I'm sure we'll see them when we join back with everyone else - you too, Lionkit, c'mon," That said, the silver apprentice reaches over and scoops Lionkit into her mouth before turning and bolting out of camp, limping heavily so she doesn't put weight onto her broken wrist.
[ will post arriving at the evac spot in just a minute o7 ]
[ @Omari // @beau ]
Shadow Fiend: Inactive| Beefed Up (T3) | Ultimate Predator: Inactive | Hulk SMASH! [Inactive]
___________ ShadowClan [Received perms from Mica for seeing + minor pp of Mistlewhisker]
CW: Dissociation
The Spectre was not one to concern himself with such trivial emotions, but seemingly being scorned by the young she-cat stung a little bit. It was clear that she needed help, that she could hardly walk on her own – so why didn’t she take it? Though he had been one to preach strength, being strong also meant knowing when to throw in the towel, or to get help. It would do her no good to collapse and get injured, however, he wouldn’t push the matter. He’d let her have this one.
The dark-furred tom chuckled a little as he walked off, hearing the young RiverClan cat’s bluster. He liked her. She had some fight in her, and seemingly the confidence to match. She also seemed to be well aware of her own limits, something that he admired. Good, she’d need all of those qualities if she were to survive in the cruelty of the clans – perhaps they could meet under different circumstances if RiverClan returned.
Initially walking alongside his daughter, he got distracted. Dawnstar was calling for their clanmates to gather but he could’ve sworn he had seen something, or someone. A blur of movement to the side caught his eye and upon further inspection he was able to determine that it was Mistlewhisker. ”Mistlewhisker!” He called, trotting over to the deputy, glancing back to make sure Sleepypaw made it to the others safely. She appeared to have suffered some injuries during the fight (though he himself bore the blood of his victim all over his face and upper chest). ”Join me why don’t you? If you need to, lean against me – that shoulder looks rough.” If Sleepypaw didn’t take the offer, perhaps the one-eyed she-cat would.
It didn’t take too long (or so he thought), but as they drew nearer, Dawnstar seemed to be looking for them. ”We’re here, Dawnstar.” The massive tabby called, inclining his head in greeting ”I apologize for our tardiness.” He wasn’t too sure how’d she react to that, but they were here, and the clan hadn’t left yet so there should be no problem. Right?
Mistlewhisker
ShadowClan Deputy
she/her | 41 moons
[Large black cat with a half white muzzle and a pale green eye] Purrks: Beefed Up T3, Shadow Fiend
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[Dawnstar - @Undertaker ] [The Spectre - @Dark ] [Sleepypaw - @Estelle ]
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Mistlewhisker wove in and out of her clan mates, noting injuries, triumphs, and general demeanor. Everyone seemed in good spirits. A familiar voice piped up over the low rumble of conversation, and Mistlewhisker swiveled her head to see Darkfall approaching with Sleepypaw. Both of them were covered in blood that scented of RiverClan, much like Mistlewhisker did. Her legs were stained red, and her shoulder wound throbbed as she padded the last few steps to meet them. “First battle well fought.” She praised Sleepypaw, low voice stony and quiet, but genuine.
Darkfall offered assistance, should she need it. The Deputy looked down at her shoulder, feeling rather unbothered by it. Another scar to add to the ranks. She shook her head, but fell in close step beside him as they padded over to Dawnstar.
Mistlewhisker scanned the cats closest to her leader, noting with significant relief that Squirrelpaw was alive. A little battered, yes, but standing. Pride sat firmly in her chest.
As Darkfall made their presence known, Mistlewhisker locked eyes with her leader and held them for a moment too long, green gaze glittering with the leftover thrill of battle. A look of adrenaline, confidence. A swift nod held more meaning than her words would have. She was present, she was ready, and she was at Dawnstar’s beck and call.
It was hard, but eventually she pulled her attention away towards her clan mates as they prepared to set off.
Seabreeze
He/him | Riverclan Lionheart | Moons: 19 | Purrks: Go with the Flow | The Collector | Ultimate Predator |
“Ocean waters rising above your neck
You feel the glass start to crack.”
TW: Panic, Blood, other battle things, Seab is losing it
Powerplay perms given by @/constellation
Seabreeze growled as he darted past with his hit and then when just a few paw steps away he pivoted and shifted his momentum to run at the nameless warrior once more. He distantly heard the sound of his leader calling for an evacuation and just as he darted back up past the windclan warrior, aiming a sharp slice at his as he went, he felt like he had been ripped from the river. Like the coolness and comfort of the current and water was swept from his mind and he was himself again. And he hadn’t even realized how much he wasn’t him until that moment. Oh my star. He had just killed someone. He hadn’t even felt a thing as he cut into that warrior’s throat with no second thoughts or remorse that cat hadn’t even the time realize that Seabreeze was coming and…though even now he was confused and concerned by the utter lack of anything. Even with his head back properly on his shoulders he felt no empathy for the soul that he just laid to rest. They had attacked his clan and had purposely attacked Riverclan with the intent to drive them out of the forest. Their home. Were these the same thoughts the thunderclan warrior had when they slew his father? The same thoughts that crossed the cat that murdered his sister? Oh stars. Seabreeze was covered in their blood. The whole front of him was unrecognizable. There was no blue, white, or tan…only guilty crimson. He was a monster. Did that cat have a family?
The lionheart shook his head swiftly and his eyes darted around, was it always this hard to breathe? He took a few shaky paw steps back and it felt like they were going to collapse beneath him. He coughed, wheezing, on the quick breaths that were not doing their proper job of giving him enough oxygen. He couldn’t think, grasping manically at his own stream of thought desperately as the colors of his camp all blurred together into one big mass and- he couldn’t tell what was up or down, like he got turned around in a river during a storm. He was drowning! He was going to die here and wasn’t even in the battle but rather his own failures and wasn’t that just a Seabreeze was to die. To survive the storm but to die- he sucked in a harsh breath and he desperately turned around the space and noticed all of his clan mates fleeing or gone. Oh stars. He couldn’t- the colors around his sharpened and he found himself squinting against the sudden stab at his mind. His head pounding with his heart like a warrior was jumpin on him. Oh stars! He was going to die here!
No. No he couldn’t! Seabreeze had to tug on his mind to get his paws to start moving but they were trembling so much and that mixed with the blood spilled on the ground he tripped and crashed into the ground of his camp. Oh stars, this wasn’t even his camp anymore. Where should he run? He looked around and noticed several bodies of his own clan among the fleeting fray. It was so silent. The lionheart rushed to two he couldn’t even recognize in this moment, one went over his shoulders, while the other he carried by their scruff, and he dashed like a madman out after his clanmates. Seabreeze pushed away the raising panic forcibly and the tears that fell from his eyes were hardly noticeable.
Seabreeze
He/him | Riverclan Lionheart | Moons: 19 | Purrks: Go with the Flow | The Collector | Ultimate Predator |
“Ocean waters rising above your neck
You feel the glass start to crack.”
TW: Panic, Blood, other battle things, Seab is losing it
Powerplay perms given by @/constellation
Seabreeze growled as he darted past with his hit and then when just a few paw steps away he pivoted and shifted his momentum to run at the nameless warrior once more. He distantly heard the sound of his leader calling for an evacuation and just as he darted back up past the windclan warrior, aiming a sharp slice at his as he went, he felt like he had been ripped from the river. Like the coolness and comfort of the current and water was swept from his mind and he was himself again. And he hadn’t even realized how much he wasn’t him until that moment. Oh my star. He had just killed someone. He hadn’t even felt a thing as he cut into that warrior’s throat with no second thoughts or remorse that cat hadn’t even the time realize that Seabreeze was coming and…though even now he was confused and concerned by the utter lack of anything. Even with his head back properly on his shoulders he felt no empathy for the soul that he just laid to rest. They had attacked his clan and had purposely attacked Riverclan with the intent to drive them out of the forest. Their home. Were these the same thoughts the thunderclan warrior had when they slew his father? The same thoughts that crossed the cat that murdered his sister? Oh stars. Seabreeze was covered in their blood. The whole front of him was unrecognizable. There was no blue, white, or tan…only guilty crimson. He was a monster. Did that cat have a family?
The lionheart shook his head swiftly and his eyes darted around, was it always this hard to breathe? He took a few shaky paw steps back and it felt like they were going to collapse beneath him. He coughed, wheezing, on the quick breaths that were not doing their proper job of giving him enough oxygen. He couldn’t think, grasping manically at his own stream of thought desperately as the colors of his camp all blurred together into one big mass and- he couldn’t tell what was up or down, like he got turned around in a river during a storm. He was drowning! He was going to die here and wasn’t even in the battle but rather his own failures and wasn’t that just a Seabreeze was to die. To survive the storm but to die- he sucked in a harsh breath and he desperately turned around the space and noticed all of his clan mates fleeing or gone. Oh stars. He couldn’t- the colors around his sharpened and he found himself squinting against the sudden stab at his mind. His head pounding with his heart like a warrior was jumpin on him. Oh stars! He was going to die here!
No. No he couldn’t! Seabreeze had to tug on his mind to get his paws to start moving but they were trembling so much and that mixed with the blood spilled on the ground he tripped and crashed into the ground of his camp. Oh stars, this wasn’t even his camp anymore. Where should he run? He looked around and noticed several bodies of his own clan among the fleeting fray. It was so silent. The lionheart rushed to two he couldn’t even recognize in this moment, one went over his shoulders, while the other he carried by their scruff, and he dashed like a madman out after his clanmates. Seabreeze pushed away the raising panic forcibly and the tears that fell from his eyes were hardly noticeable.
Crowbreeze yowled with pain as he was slashed across his side— he was bleeding hugely. His vision blurred between the blood on the earth and the blood on his chest. The RiverClan Lionheart— was his name Seabreeze? —kept attacking kept slowly killing him. Crow whispered to the wind and he collapsed in the earth… “Please… Cranewhisper…” he heard something…. The RiverClan leader was calling for retreat. Crow gasped as one last slash arched across his side— and then it stopped. He slowly pushed himself to his paws….
The Lionheart’s eyes met his— and they seemed to have a moment before the cat stumbled away. Crowbreeze staggered, blood still pouring down his chest. The cat was barely recognizable, Crow knew that he was blue and tan and white— but know all he seemed to be was red. Dark, wet red. Crow looked down at himself, and saw his black and white patches where darkened with crimson as well— not that he’d done anything to the RiverClan cat at all. It was all his blood.
Crow staggered again, and stumbled away leaving a trail of droplets behind him. He looked to the sky, and wished that Cranewhisper was here… to help him…. To love him. He wished for Leopardpaw. To calm him the way she did. Crowbreeze shook this away, and watched as his attacker sprinted out of the RiverClan camp. He knew he should probably go after him— but he didn’t want to. Not much.
Something in him felt different. That cat had been younger. Stronger. But… scared, and saddened. Crowbreeze, an orphan, the only connection to family his mate and his sister— and soon his kits —knew the feeling. His father had been murdered by RiverClan. His mother had been killed by a dog. Who knew what would happen to him. But Crow knew that he wasn’t gonna die here. ”I’m comin’ home, Cranewhisper. Just like I promised you.”
〚~Willow'Paw~〛
| 10 Moons | ShadowClan Apprentice | Female, She/Her | Purrks:
Kitty Soft Paws, Heightened Perception [smell]
[a small, fluffy tortoiseshell she-cat with pale green eyes and an atrociously fluffy tail, a small bleeding tick in her right ear]
tw/cw: self-loathing
Willowpaw, is about to explode.
She felt her heart strain as Dawnstar came to inspect her.
'I failed. We failed. We're gonna have to leave Raspberryswirl. Will she miss me? I think so. I hope so. I'm gonna die. We're gonna wander the outskirts until i starve to death and then everything will be for nothing and everything will have been too short i would've just fought my first battle and i would've been unable to prove myself why am i like this? Why can't i just be happy to kill someone like all the rest? Why do i have to be SO GUILTY about someone BEING A LITTLE HURT AAAARGH-' And then Dawnstar stepped away. She was alright. She wasn't dead. She was staying in ShadowClan. Willowpaw thought she might explode anyways with relief and pure joy.
She felt another kame-kame-HAAAAAAAAA of relief; Raspberryswirl wasn't so injured either. Thank you StarClan x2073.
... All of them brought honor to their clan? Willowpaw thought everyone else did, but most definitely not her. She was weak, weird and horrible at fighting. She would let any opponent go away unscathed if they just asked for it, someone could abuse that to fool her. She was too guilty, too stupid and too idiotic to serve her clan well. She argued that Dawnstar was just making them feel better, and was talking to 99.9% of all the other cats. That one 0.1 was her. She did not bring any honor to anyone, not even herself. Guilt followed by shame beat through her. Why couldn't she just accept the praise? But then wouldn't she look all stuck up and wouldn't everyone think she thought she was better than them? Willowpaw felt like eating her brain for dinner since it seemed to be VERY sure she was absolutely useless.... Wait, you know what? Maybe brain had a point.
A patrol?
An optional patrol?
She almost immediately booked it for Mossfreckle but then: Raspberryswirl seemed to be going along. What if she got hurt? Or died even? Brain you were spared from dinner last time but if you keep on thinking stuff like this your gonna be chomped. If Raspberryswirl was being attacked, or rather the patrol, what was she gonna do? Throw herself infront of them all as a cat shield? She for one wasn't fond of that plan, and she'd probably get in the way a lot. And then she'd be even more useless and her training would be pointless and then Dawnstar would see: wow this lil gal is not fit for our clan whoopsie daisy now she's banished goodbye traitor! go be useless somewhere else! and Raspberryswirl would think the same. And everyone else on the patrol would think it too. And then news would spread like wildfire and everyone would hate her and think so too. And then she'd also think it. And she was pretty sure she already thought so. But wasn't it true? Rootpaw had easily escaped her grasp with only words. And she was pretty sure Dawnstar hadn't seen that. But what about next time? What if she let some wanted criminal away because they wanted to be free? Did that make her even more of a coward and a weakling? AARGH. WHY. DID. EVERYTHING. HAVE. TO BE. SO. HARD? Did the UNIVERSE do this to her? WELL, UNIVERSE, YOU CAN GO SIT IN THE CORNER AND SULK AND LET HER DO WHAT SHE WANTED PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE. She felt like clawing at the ground, but the though of even unsheathing her claws made her stomach turn into a circus acrobat. Crying was something she'd very much like to do, but then she'd seem weak. And then sh- 'Stop it please. I am very tempted to stab myself in the eyeball and gauge it out, so it would be very very convenient for the both of us if you stopped. Stop hating on yourself, and walk away to Mossfreckle so you can go home. Alright? Alright.'.
She picked herself up with a sigh. "I-I'm going home.... uhm, pl-please come b-back from the pa-patrol." She said to Raspberryswirl. She was off to the Medicine Cat before her sister could say anything. She was afraid if she said one more word she would turn into a pile of sobs and scoffable-ness. And if Raspberryswirl said anything but yes, than that future of pile of basically-dung would come true in the span of a few seconds.
'I'd say we're already a lump of dung, an un-elegant mix of fox and badger with a touch of bird. How great. How AMAZING. You did this to yourself, all na nana anana i don't wanna fight waaaaaaa waaa waaaa owchie it hurts WAAAAA and stuff. AWH OH NOOOOOO ITS A LITTLE MOUSIE AWWWH BUT ITS SO CUUUUUTE. Thats you. You- you- you little idiotic piece of dirt. Dung. Cack. Everything insulting and you did this to yourself SO STOP WHINING ALREADY. Blame yourself.' Willowpaw thought at Willowpaw.
She flinched. FLINCHED? AT HER OWN THOUGHTS AGAINST HERSELF? FLINCHED???
The she-cat finished cleaning the claw mark on her flank when Wolffang arrived, the steady green eye glanced over his pelt after he announced he was uninjured. Had RiverClan been that ill-prepared that they left warriors uninjured now? Her full ear twitched in response to the former deputy's words. If he wanted to scout that was fine with her since he wasn't injured.
Twilightstar turned and fixed her eye on Silverfur as the molly came over with prey. She had almost forgotten about RiverClan's prey stock, they should loot that and check the medicine den for any spare herbs, even some basics, she was sure Lightingstorm would be pleased with.
"That's a good idea, might as well as take it all. We can see if ShadowClan wants some. I'll have someone else take care of that. Silverfur, you sit here and don't move. You attacked Sunburst during the battle for no reason. I can understand the confusion, but if you can't tell apart cats who live with you and smell like WindClan. Unless you can give me a good reason for it, I think it might be best for you to redo some of your training as an apprentice." She didn't see much of a reason not to demote Silverfur. Not even WindClan's apprentices make mistakes like this.
Crowtooth appeared with one of his apprentices, she scanned him and Winterpaw over much like she had done Wolffang. Both were injured, but nothing life-threatening. She let him go find his other apprentice after he gave his suggestion. She didn't need him right this second, so let him comfort his apprentices.
RiverClan must not have fought all that ferociously because Silverrose showed up with minimal injuries if any at all as well. Twilightstar had gotten used to ShadowClan's mercilessness in battle, she had forgotten that not all clans fight like that. "If you can, collect the rest of the prey from the pile and check the medicine den for any spare herbs we can take home. If it's a lot we can split it with the others if they want some." She meowed, looking over at Snowybreeze as he joined them.
"Snowybreeze, can you help Silverrose collect what prey and herbs are left in RiverClan's storages." She asked once she was done glancing over the tom for wounds. He seemed alright too. The she-cat knew she had more cats around here, but wasn't going to blame them if they wanted to head home. She spotted ShadowClan's former medicine cat, with a small group of WindClanners and reminded herself to thank Lostspark later.
"Dawnstar," Twilightstar called to the ShadowClan leader as she noticed her huddling with her clanmates.
"Wolffang, can you bring me Stormcatcher's body." She waved her tail towards the corpse of one of their fallen across the battlefield. All she could see were the two, Silversky and Stormcatcher, that they had lost. Compared to RiverClan, they were lucky.
@Thenynyancatminecart [Wolfang] | @Alchemist Kitsune [Snowybreeze] | @Estelle [Silverrose] | @SilverFur. [Silverfur] | @Undertaker [Dawnstar]
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