Sootpelt
Clover Clan Warrior
Male; 35 moons
Adaptable, Familial, Observant,
Decisive, Disciplined, Dutiful, Intense,
Faithful, Independent, Abrasive,
Stubborn, Blunt, Shrewd, Steely
The male began readying himself for the attack, ready to take the smaller she-cat down when Jaggedpaw fell to the ground. The tom called out to him, his emotions exploding as he watched the she-cat run up next to him and dragged the apprentice away. The tom stood there, his eyes staring at the ground as he tried to catch his breath. The chest pains slowed to a halt and the last thing he saw was the silent swaying of the trees. The winds picked up and the tom fell to the dirt, his legs twitching.
Sootpelt's eyes opened slowly, grey walls the first thing to greet him. He got up slowly, his body aching. "Lay back down, please" ordered a voice behind him. The tom turned his head slowly, a stubby white grey she-cat came into view, her short legs the first thing he notices. The tom did as he was told, not wanting to offend the medicine cat. "How long was I out?" he asked, his ears following the sound of the tiny paws come closer to him. "A whole day" she replied simply, dropping a small mouthful of chamomile and daisy leaves by his mouth which he quickly. "Stay here" said the she-cat, her pawsteps disappearing into the distance.
Not long later, the she-cat returned, another cat following closely behind her. "Daisyfang tells me that you seem to be doing okay" says the voice. The tom knows very well who the voice belonged to but was to ashamed to even make eye contact with her. Greystar pouted and gave a nod to Daisyfang. The munchkin returned her sign and left the den, off to take a break. Greystar turned to Sootpelt, settling behind the large tom. "A few cats saw you run after Jaggedpaw, Adderpelt reported to me first when he saw you run after him. He know's how intense you can be." she began explaining but Sootpelt didn't dare to move. The she-cat continued, her eyes just staring at where Sootpelt's eyes would be. "I had Bearberry pick some cats to go find you after you didn't come back after awhile. Lo' and behold, we found you twitching and frothing at the mouth. We know a fight happened, what we don't know however, is why there was a stranger cat scent where Jaggedpaw's smell was". When Greystar finished her sentence, she waited silently for the tom to respond. "I can tell you everything that happened" he started, his eyes still facing the wall. "And I don't expect you to forgive me".
Sootpelt began to re-tell the day's events to Greystar. The talk with Bearberry. The fight with Evening-glory. His feelings from both conversations threatening to swallow eachother. He figured, a tough love conversation with Jaggedpaw wouldn't hurt. But when he saw that apprentice run away from him as soon as the tom confronted him, he lost his temper. He told Greystar about how he tackled the young apprentice and how a silver furred she-cat ambushed him. And then he told her about the swelling in his chest before he passed out. The leader listened intently, her soft, aloof expression ever unchanging. Once the tom finished his story, she stood up and gave the male a few licks on the head to comfort him. "I understand" she replied, leaving the den, passing by Daisyfang and Evening-glory. The small she-cat made eye contact with the dark grey she-cat only once but she could feel her entire being scream as she saw the killing intent in her eyes. "Daisyfang? What's wrong?" asked Evening-glory curiously. "Could it be the wind? It's unusually windy today, you might get blown away" she laughed, trying to ease the smaller she-cat's expression. Daisyfang only looked at her, contempt on her face and turned away, disappearing into the small cave. The golden colored she-cat laughed awkwardly to herself before following suit.
