Δ . 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙙 ‣ 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚙

[Fawnie]

[✵] Wrenshine [✵]
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Dried out and dusty, Wrenshine shakily found her blood-caked paws as Blackstar called a meeting. I'm one of the lucky ones, a somber thought echoed between her ears as her eyes, dull with anguish, swept over the cats in attendance. Wrenshine's gaze couldn't help but linger on Ashpaw, and her heart lurched at the pain in Sootflame's cry; her ears flattened. Her clanmates were hurting, and all Wrenshine could do was think about how lucky she was.

When the camp came crumbling around her, she barely escaped with her tail-intact. Rubble had fallen around her nearly flattening her back-legs and tail, but by Starclan's grace, she was able to dig herself free. Her paws ached underneath her, and she was missing a few of her claws, but Wrenshine was otherwise... fine. Bewilderment flashed across her face for just a moment as she questioned why her- out of all the valuable cats that lost their life - why was she spared?

Blackstar's voice, once booming and inaudible in the back of her thoughts like rushing water, cleared through the fog in her mind as he mentioned needing warriors to search for injured clanmates. Wrenshine puffed out her chest in an attempt to feel courage, and approached Tigersiege and their leader. She met their gazes with determination before dipping her head. "I would," she began, clearing her throat of the dirt and debris that felt heavy inside of her chest, "I would like to help search for more of our clanmates. I don't know why else Starclan would have spared my life other than to use it to help the others." She raised her head, looking from Blackstar and finally Tigersiege, their newest deputy. Standing before the two of them, the courage she invoked earlier actually felt real.

[nightmyth]

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𝖣𝖤𝖯𝖴𝖳𝖸. an unusually small dark brown maine coon molly with bold black stripes and pale yellow eyes
location: rubble ; tags: blackstar, saptongue, scorchstrike; the clan
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Tigersiege wrinkled her snout but did not flinch when Saptongue barged his way to her muzzle. She was certainly tempted to bite him, but doubted her clan wished to see their new deputy attacking an elder only a few heartbeats after being given her rank. She was spared the need to reply to the old tom by Scorchstrike and Blackstar, though there was no relief in her stony glare. "Why don't you go assist Cinderpaw, Saptongue? We need every paw in this matter." Her words were not spoken as a question, of course, and she pointedly turned to face Blackstar as he began speaking to her about the different tasks that needed to be done. She nodded slowly and silently, straightening up when the leader finished in order to fish someone out of the crowd. Ah, yes, he was here. "I think Frostpaw should go out and scout. It might be good for him to be alone, doing something for his Clan." After a brief moment she added, "It could be his warrior assessment, don't you think? He's old enough." The molly tried not to think about the conversation she'd had with Dovemourn a few sunrises ago, as they returned home from the dawn patrol. She'd asked about her son, her eyes glowing with pride when Tigersiege had only good things to report and that he ought to be a warrior very soon.

Sighing, movement caught her eye, though she tried to make her glance at Ashpaw quick once she realized who it was. The young molly ought to have her assessment as well, but she certainly was in no state. I'm sure she understands. While Blackstar spoke with his apprentice, Tigersiege saw Wrenshine approach and volunteer to search the rubble. "I'll send some cats over to help you in a moment," she replied, leaping onto a stray boulder. First she would address the hunting patrols, then focus on the rest. Cats would be useless soon without warm prey in their bellies. "Stagfell, I'd like you to lead a hunting patrol; take Jayspring, Scorchstrike, and Jaguarpaw," she called from her perch. "Heronflight, you can lead another with Riverclaw and Lynxpaw...Buckspar and Dipperflight, I'd like you to scout the territory and make sure nothing dangerous was drawn by the rockfall." As cats shuffled to their places, she wracked her brain for more tasks that needed done. "Apprentices not going on patrol, you are in charge of making nests. Start with the queens, elders, and our medicine cat; make sure they have a sheltered place to rest. The rest of you, clear the rubble or hunt. No one with serious injury is to leave, understand? Good."

With a flourish of her tail, the small maine coon bounded from the rock and padded over to her apprentice. "Frostpaw," she began, "Blackstar and I have decided to send you as a scout to find SageClan a new camp as your warrior assessment." Her yellow gaze flickered over the tom. "Take the time you need, but make sure you're back before sundown."

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𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 ─ 46 moons ─ [staɡ - fel] xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖱𝖨𝖮𝖱. a large, pale ginger maine coon tom with apple-green eyes
location: rubble ; tags: scorchstrike, jayspring, jaguarpaw
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Stagfell felt irritation course through him when Saptongue shouldered past him on his way to challenge Tigersiege. The pale ginger tom felt a retort bubbling on his tongue, but Blackstar made it clear that the matter was at an end. Mumbling to himself, he eagerly looked up as his sister called his name, pleased that she would be sending him out to hunt. As much as he would've liked to clear the rubble, he didn't think he would be able to bear the thought of pulling more dead cats from their rocky tombs, not when he'd only be reminded of his dead mate with each one. Dipping his head, he got to his paws with a wince and made his way over to Scorchstrike, as she was the only cat he could spot that was to be on his patrol.

"I appreciate you sticking it to Saptongue," he said to the molly, idly watching the rest of the Clan get busy. "I wouldn't recommend taking a fight from my sister in the future, though." His thoughts clouded in memory for a moment, but he was quick to distract his mind with ideas on where to hunt whilst he waited for the rest of the patrol to join them. He was thankful this disaster hadn't struck in a worse season, otherwise SageClan would be in a dire situation. The pleasant weather was sure to bring them a bounty of prey.

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𝚋𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛 ─ 16 moons ─ [/bək/- /spär/] xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖱𝖨𝖮𝖱. a medium-furred white tom with ginger tabby patches and pale green eyes
location: rubble ; tags: dipperflight
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Buckspar let out a heavy sigh when his name was called, but at least his task didn't involve finding corpses or having to hunt. Patrolling was about as mindless a task as he could be given, and he didn't quite mind that perhaps Tigersiege had been intentional with her order. Blinking slowly, he pushed himself into a sitting position and scanned around for Dipperflight. At least there were worse cats to patrol with; Buckspar had been an apprentice with the older tom for a few moons, and found him easy enough to get along with. The ginger-and-white warrior threaded himself through the crowd, positioning himself away from the rest of the clan so as to be easier to spot for his clanmate. From there, he half-heartedly began to groom his fur, closing his eyes and remembering the days when Morningbird would sit and groom him in a patch of warm sun.

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𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚊𝚠 ─ 10 moons ─ [lavəndər - pô] xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
𝖠𝖯𝖯𝖱𝖤𝖭𝖳𝖨𝖢𝖤. a tall, lanky lilac-point siamese molly with blue eyes
location: camp ; tags: frostpaw; open
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Lavenderpaw frowned lightly at her denmate's reply, though it was the kind of response she'd expected. Hawkscreech had practically had to sit on Frostpaw to keep him in the medicine den after he'd trodden on a thorn once. The molly wasn't quite sure what to say in return. More than once she'd faced the tom's biting temper in an attempt to get him to see sense or reason. "Maybe I'll catch a squirrel and replace its brain with yours once you've accomplished that. It'll be an improvement." She practically jumped out of her fur when the chill of Frostpaw's nose met her shoulder, having still been staring straight ahead this whole time and not expecting any show of affection from the tom. Flicking her tail around him, she wished there were better ways to help him through his grief. Then again, she'd been much the same when her father died many moons ago -- sometimes all one could do was give another cat time.

The siamese narrowed her eyes as the new deputy approachede, only for them to widen when Tigersiege announced that Frostpaw was to be the one to scout for a new camp. A million reasons why he shouldn't do that bristled on her tongue, and she longed to open her jaws an relieve the feeling. But she didn't think her qualms would bode well with either party, and since the deputy was acting as if Lavenderpaw didn't exist, she didn't think it wise to make her presence more prominent. "I'd better get helping," she murmured between the pause. "Good luck. Be careful for StarClan's sake." Lavenderpaw touched her nose to Frostpaw's ear and loped a few paces away, taking a moment to right herself before glancing around for some apprentices to get to work with.

[chick magnet]

☀..DUSTTAIL......................→ tagged- wrenshine........→ location- camp rubble........→ feeling- exhausted

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If they hadn't known any better, Dusttail's clanmates might have speculated that the only event she had ever been on time for was her own birth. Even then it was doubtful that she had even managed that.

Dusttail had suffered through the whole ordeal (the avalanche, not her birth) with an almost apathetic nature that had stolen the shock value of rockslide and replaced it with an understanding that life was well- Rats. Just a puddle of rats. To be fair it was indeed a tragic thing that had happened, but it had also mirrored the event that had severed her tail to such a great length that her befuddled mind had drawn the logical conclusion that yes, she was dreaming yet again. It was only when a cascade of dust particles triggered a violent sneeze that she arrived into full cognition. And it was only when a rock almost took the rest of her rat-tail thereafter did she finally have the common sense to scramble out of the den with a roaring enthusiasm.

Then there they were. Just a short while later. The sheer horror of it all had weighed heavily on Dusttail's clanmates - the shock twisting some facial features and obliterating the rest until it all faded into a strange mock tranquility. As Blackstar had spoken and delegated tasks, it was quite clear that they had all been dumbed down to their basic attributes - what was useful? What was needed? And somehow the guidance seemed to have a comforting aspect to it all. A phantom sensation passed over where Dusttail's missing tail used to hover, her gaze drifting uneasily over the rubble. The memories of a similar event washed over her causing her to snap the reminder of her tail harshly against the dirt, jolting her back into the present moment.

Dusttail's eyes narrowed slightly as she watched the gathering commence, her gaze drifting over to the newly appointed deputy, the haggling of apprentices, and then, finally, to Wrenshine. Although the two had rather loose ties to one another, Dusttail had always followed her lead during their apprentice years - a notion that was perhaps not as subtle as one might have imagined. Although both of them weren't the stars of their generation, they were quite adequate in most tasks. Dusttail would have been lying if she had said she didn't feel a kinship with the she-cat. As Wrenshine volunteered to search the rubble in that keening, shaky voice of hers, Dusttail slowly padded over towards the general area, skirting a few clanmates in the process. Coming to a halt beside Wrenshine, she sniffed quietly, "I'm sure I can be of use as well."

[fawn,]

xxxxxx𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓
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Peachspot had been waiting for Blackstar to continue on with the plans for the day when Saptongue had shouldered his way through the collected group of cats, he was snarling and seemed to be angling for Tigersiege. The ginger she-cat blinked in surprise as the elder tom got right into Tigersiege's face and started accusing her of having an agenda. Peachspot kneaded the ground anxiously, she hated to see any argument among her clanmates and this was not looking good. Scorchstrike was quick to come to Tigersiege's defence and Peachspot felt slightly in awe of the she-cat, she wished she would be brave enough to speak out like that when she felt something was unjust, but she had always been just that little bit too timid. The tensions between all the cats were rising and Peachspot knew that the majority of the frayed tempers were due to sheer exhaustion, she only hoped this would pass.

Peachspot's gaze flicked up quickly as she heard a clanmate call her name. Brackenfoot was scrabbling through more of the rubble and a bolt of hope ran through Peachspot, perhaps there were more clanmates under there that they would be able to save! She made her way over to Brackenfoot, wincing slightly as her bruised muscles protested against her but she pushed through. She tilted her head to get a better idea of what Brackenfoot had heard, she too finally tuned into to the two voices muffled by the rocks. She knew that trying to scent them out would be near enough impossible with the dust that had fallen so she relied instead on her hearing to find them. She took up a position near to Brackenfoot and began scrabbling her way through the rubble, deft paws dislodging chunks. She paused, almost jumping in shock as she felt something soft among the unyielding rock and gasped, "I've got someone!" she felt almost giddy with relief as she unearthed more of a pelt, now she just had to release the rest of the cat.

[alokesti]

❝ 𝐣𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠
warrior | tom cat | crush: to be decided | tag(s): stagfell, scorchstrike, jaguarpaw, open

jayspring perked his ears as his name was called to go on a hunting patrol. he was happy to get out of the camp and not have to look at the heart-wrenching rubble that lay all around him. he spotted stagfell talking to scorchstrike and decided to make his way over to the fellow warrior. his eyes searched for jaguarpaw on the way over, he wanted to look anywhere but the rubble.

jayspring noticed scorchstrike speaking to saptounge about his outburst. the elder definitely deserved the attitude from scorchstrike but he did not want her to say anything that she would regret so he called out her name so she would know that he and stagfell were over here. "scorchstrike," he meowed out, not too loud but loud enough for his fellow warrior to here. "stagfell and I are over here for whenever you are ready!" he added as he reached stagfell. he turned and dipped his head to the tom cat. "any idea on where we should hunt?" he asked, not wanting to talk about what occurred the night before.

❝ 𝐝𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭
warrior | tom cat | crush: to be decided | tag(s): buckspar

dipperflight listened intently to blackstar's words and was happy to have something to do. as soon as tigersiege finished naming off patrol groups he let his eyes scan for the familiar pelt of buckspar. he liked the tom so he knew the patrol would not be awkward. his blue eyes caught the ginger-patched pelt of buckspar, he was grooming himself. dipperflight looked at his fur, it was caked in dust and did feel a little crusty but he knew that it would have to wait.

"good morning, buckspar" dipperflight spoke as he reached the tom. "where should we start scouting?" he asked the tom, attempting to give him a friendly yet sympathetic smile.

❝ 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡
warrior | tom cat | mate: waspstrike | tag(s): waspstrike, clan | apprentice: rookpaw

stonetooth slept restlessly last night. the gray tom cat kept have nightmares of waspstrike getting crushed by the rockslide. he checked on her repeatedly throughout the night just to make sure the dream did not come true.
once the sun finally began to peak above the horizon he was up and on his paws. he tried to check on all of the clan members that he could and comfort the ones that needed it. stonetooth wanted to let his mate rest so he tried his best to stop from waking her.

❝ 𝐥𝐲𝐧𝐱𝐩𝐚𝐰
apprentice | she cat | crush: to be decided | tag(s): riverclaw, heronflight

the apprentice perked her ears as she heard her name being mentioned for a patrol. she was happy to help her clan in any way. she let her golden eyes look around the camp for the familiar pelt of heronflight. she looked to riverclaw and wondered if he would be okay to go on a patrol. she opened her mouth to speak, "are you going to be okay to go on a patrol, riverclaw?" she meowed. "I am sure if you need time tigersiege would be able to assign someone else," she added.

[dove_]

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Cis tom | 32 Moons | SageClan | Rubble | Tags: Brackenfoot, Peachspot
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As Tornstream rapidly gasped for air, the rocks started to become unstable. The tom slowly became crushed, and let out a sharp yowl of pain. He heard voices from outside the rubble. Brackenfoot! Peachspot! The tom yowled repetitively, hoping his clanmates would hear him. "Under here! Help! He screeched louder. Come on.. I refuse to die! It's not my time yet!


Tornstream's eyes became exhausted. He struggled to breathe. Despite this, he kept fighting to stay alive. Heavy... His only thought was getting out. His heart pumped rapidly, his breath shallow. The Maine Coon felt less pain. Just.. A bit... Longer! Tornstream's strength wasn't enough to push away the rocks from the inside.

[whispersome]

⊳ ROOKPAW ⊲
She | 10 moons | Apprentice
Tags: Blackstar, Tigersiege | Mentions: Stonetooth, Lavenderpaw, Frostpaw | Location: Camp rubble

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ The sounds of a fight caught Rookpaw’s attention, and she raised her head, jaw already half-open—but the tension had already dissipated by the time she was ready to jump in. Tigersiege was speaking again, though, seemingly giving her first orders as deputy. Rookpaw’s ears perked, wondering if perhaps she’d get to hunt, or maybe even dig around in the rubble for anyone they hadn’t pulled up yet—she would be lauded as a heroic figure for something like that, wouldn’t she? Brave, strong Rookpaw finally recognized for something beyond her temper and her origins. It was enough to bring her to her somewhat unsteady paws.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ When Tigersiege called neither her nor Stonetooth’s named, however, and instead went on to assign duties to the clan at large, Rookpaw’s tail lowered. All the remaining apprentices were on nest building? Rookpaw couldn’t help but scrunch her nose. She was barely a few moons behind Frostpaw, nearly to the point of becoming a warrior herself. (All right, maybe not quite, but she was close enough for it to count, at least to her.)

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ Eyes darting to the side, Rookpaw caught a glimpse of Lavenderpaw already dutifully moving forward. She grimaced and shook her head. No way would she settle for that like some pushover of a kit. Making sure Stonetooth wasn’t looking her way, she rushed up to her uncle and his new deputy, bumping past Frostpaw without a second glance.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ “There are plenty of other apprentices to make nests,” was her quick greeting, sharp tongue unimpeded and head lowered little more than half of a mouse-length. Her words weren’t entirely true—especially with the aftermath of the rockslide, there weren’t many apprentices besides herself, especially with two off hunting and another heading off for his assessment—but it seemed accurate enough to her. “Can’t I do something more useful? Like helping with the rubble, maybe? I can help out Stonetooth or something.”

↝ BATFLIGHT ↜
He | 30 moons | Warrior
Tags: Cinderpaw, open | Mentions: Blackstar, Tigersiege | Location: Camp rubble

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Cinderpaw’s orders were quick and simple, and Batflight was about to nod when Blackstar and Tigersiege’s words caught his attention once more. There was a new tension in the air, perhaps resulting from the locked glares of Scorchstrike and Saptongue mere feet away from the leader and new deputy; Batflight had heard raised voices, but he hadn’t caught what had happened. It seemed it had been resolved nevertheless. Before he could respond to Cinderpaw, he listened close to Tigersiege’s decisive words—when she closed off with no direct orders for him, Batflight twisted his head back.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I’ll get right on that,” he said, finally nodding. He could recall some places around the camp—or, he supposed, what used to be their camp—where cobwebs and other herbs that would be helpful for wounds and infections were abundant. It would be a bit of a hike there and back, but it would be worth it to help the clan.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ Cinderpaw’s clear exhaustion gave him pause, though, and Batflight’s tail tapped Cinderpaw’s shoulder. Like this he looked smaller and younger than Batflight’s half-siblings—and he was, really, barely three moons into his apprenticeship. Batflight’s nose twitched in sympathy; his youth hadn’t been smooth by any means, but at least he’d had a chance to enjoy it. “Don’t strain yourself, all right?” added Batflight. “I know a lot is happening, but you’re just one cat—just one apprentice. If you need help—more help, I guess—the whole clan is here.” With his own insecurities and habits, they were likely hypocritical words coming from him, but he felt they needed to be said nonetheless.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ With a swift, final twitch of his whiskers, Batflight hurried off to make good on his promise to help. He couldn’t help but glance either way to see if any of the other cats that hadn’t been assigned to hunting or patrolling would accompany him.

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She | 48 moons | Warrior
Tags: Stagfell, Jaguarpaw, Jayspring | Mentions: Blackstar, Tigersiege, Saptongue | Location: Camp rubble

‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎At Blackstar’s interruption, Scorchstrike fell back with a respectful, if begrudging, nod, although she didn’t refrain from shooting Saptongue another derisive look. Urgent as the instinct to argue back felt, she scraped her teeth along her tongue to keep quiet. Blackstar did have some semblance of a point—although her exhaustion was just why she snapped back to begin with—and their leader and deputy were moving on now, anyway. A hunting patrol was routine, simple, and got her away from irritable clanmates.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ Well, at least some of them, at any rate. Scorchstrike met Stagfell’s approach with another dip of her head, and his words brought a huff from her mouth. “He was out of line,” she said evenly, tilting her head higher up. “We’re all as rattled as is—some fish-breathed mouse-brain picking a fight with our deputy moments after her promotion won’t help.” His absent advice had her flicking her tail in agreement. “And I won’t. But fighting back herself in a situation like this could have furthered suspicions of her intentions, and her responsibility as the new deputy is to bring us together rather than divide us, no?” Not to mention that Scorchstrike’s temper was short and her impulse control shorter, though she thought that much went without saying.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ At Jayspring’s call, she turned with a quick nod, glancing back to Stagfell before he could answer the question about their destination. “I’ll fetch my apprentice,” she said brusquely, starting toward where she’d last seen Jaguarpaw talking with Lynxpaw.

[DylanJollyRancher]

Tom | 35 Moons | Warrior |Location: Near camp rubble | Mentions: Blackstar/Tigersiege/Lynxpaw/Heronflight | Tag: Blackstar/Tigersiege/Lynxpaw/Heronflight

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Riverclaw glanced at Lynxpaw from the corner of his eyes then back to Blackstar, unable to answer his apprentice question yet at the time. Luckily for the two, by the time the meeting came to an end, Tigersiege was giving out orders. Orders that summed up an answer for the young cat about what they would be doing. "Looks like we are on a hunting patrol." He said, lifting up onto his paws to prepare for the patrol.

Upon hearing the following words from his apprentice, a faint and warm smile appeared. "Thank you, for your concern, Lynxpaw." A friendly nudge to her shoulder with his head, wanting to show some form of appreciate for the she-cat. "I'll be fine. It's best if we concentrate on being of use and helping our clan." With the ending of his sentence, he began to search for Heronflight in the mixture of pelts, anxious to get down to business. Despite how few cats there were, the tom shouldn't be hard to spot in the mix.

Tom | 9 Moons | Apprentice |Location: By the rubble | Mentions: Lynxpaw/Tigersiege/Blackstar/Scorchstrike|Tag : Scorchstrike

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For a few passing moment's, Jaguarpaw laid soullessly, his body coming off almost strained from the recent turn of events. It would seem from afar that the tom was lost in a daze, but in actuality he happened to be having a struggle with reality, lost to the a never ending turmoil. Why? Just why? The only thing to repeat in the tom's head while he didn't oppose his training thoughts of distraught, but went along with them. The more the apprentice was sunk into his own head, the more the bengal tom began to have an immense amount of anger ascending from within in response to the sudden realization that there were probably more deceased cats than those who survived. Starclan thieved many of their lives ! If not, than why would they not have been warned at least?

Suddenly, Jaguarpaw's face came into contact with something warm and gentle, the simplest yet genuine touch snapped him out of his thoughts. Lyncpaw? Lynxpaw's touch couldn't have been anymore soothing for him than it already was, and it helped to ease his mind and body. "Yeah, me too." A murmur of words were the only thing to come from his mouth, almost overcome with complete guilt for even being one of the many to be alive. It's not that he didn't treasure his life, but just how many younger cats lost out on their lives in which they had barely lived out? Was this really okay? It didn't take long for him to see that nothing would ever be the same. Everyone could try and move on all they wanted, but escape was futile. History has marked this event with it's bloody claws to forever claim as it's own, planting it's a seed to grow as old as time, for even when he dies or anyone else for that matter, there will still be someone to tell the story of this event.

Growing aware of his surroundings now, the apprentice realized a meeting was occurring. It peeked his interest even if he was a little late into what was going on. When the meeting was adjourned, he lazily watched in the direction of his new deputy, Tigersiege. Who better than her? He wouldn't argue with Blackstar's choice. She mentioned his name to be apart of the cats on a patrol along with his mentor and another clan mate. Great. Something to get back into action. The mere thought was a passing one, but at least it was positive this time. He'd give anything to not be in camp right now and the newly appointed deputy granted that without knowing.

Blue orbs scanning the perimeter, Jaguarpaw's mentor soon came into his sight. The she-cat was a formidable warrior and he was proud to have her as a mentor. He quickly rose to his paws, trying his best to stand tall to not give away any signs of weakness in his body. The only thing he worried for was the mood she'd be in and his concerns only grew by the shortening of distance between them. Anticipation revealed in his swaying tail and it's occasional twitch.

[wildsight]

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────Yesterday. It was a day she wished she could erase from her mind, from history even. If only one held such power. It wasn’t like Ravenpuddle to dislike a day entirely, she always happened to find a bit of light during it, no matter how hard she had to look for such a thing. But yesterday...there had simply been no hope.

────It had begun just like any other day. Ravenpuddle remembered heading out of the warriors den, beginning her usual morning routine. She remembered every step she took, every single detail as if she’d been paying that much attention to her surroundings. In truth, the molly was quite the observant feline, yet she never recalled things like she had that day. Like she would for quite awhile; forever if one was being honest. Ravenpuddle had seated herself near the fresh-kill pile, enjoying what she had hoped would be a peaceful meal. Least to say, she didn’t get her wish. No, instead she got something she would’ve never dared to ask for. Every soul that remained in camp that day did. There was no way to predict it, no way to avoid the fate that awaited them all. Destruction was destined for the cats of Sageclan.

────It was quiet at first and then, it was the loudest thing she’d ever heard. Down it came, it showed no mercy as debris rained down on the clan, though the nearby trees aided them the best they could. The cries of terror could somehow be heard above all the noise, though the molly would have preferred them be drowned out. It pained her to hear such a thing...but it all happened so quickly, she couldn’t remember anything after that. Darkness quickly overwhelmed her and everything was quiet.

────Sometime later, Ravenpuddle awoke from the catastrophe. Everything ached, though with the help of a few clanmates, she was able to pull herself out of the rubble. What met her eyes after she did so was another sight she would never cease to remember. The camp was covered in it; the place seemed forbidding. The black-and-white molly worked alongside her clanmates late into the night, though finally she collapsed and that was a sign to her that her body had had enough. Despite her determination, Ravenpuddle quickly blacked out afterwards.

────The next morning was a shocker, awaking with quite the start. She could hardly believe she was still alive, before the events of the previous day plagued her mind. She wasn’t able to dwell on this for long though, something she was grateful for. As she laid among the rubble, the majority of the dens - if not all - had been blocked by the rubble, so unless one had been inside at the time of the incident, there was no way to get back inside. Her ears twitched as a familiar voice called for them, one that belonged to Blackstar. The molly rose to her paws slowly, gingerly so. Limping over to her clanmates, the molly sat down heavily to hear what the tom had to say. Perhaps he had something in mind for them? Hopefully so.

────Unfortunately, Blackstar’s words didn’t bring comfort to the clan, at least not right away. With word that both their medicine cat and deputy had been found deceased, it was just another thing for the clan to mourn over. Ravenpuddle’s whiskers quivered as she focused on the older tom, as he continued to speak. Alas, he answered what every cat had been quietly wondering. Who would be named their new deputy? The answer came quickly and simply. Tigersiege. At this, while most of the clan seemed pleased with Blackstar’s decision, there was one in particular that clearly wasn’t. Saptongue, one of the elders of the clan, voiced every bit of his displeasure, going as far as to name Dark Forest cats to be possessing the newly named deputy. This earned the elder a few looks of disapproval, one even going as far as defending Tigersiege. Ravenpuddle merely stayed out of it, though things were quick to cool down. At least a little.

────Soon enough, patrols had been assigned and everyone else was to help clear the rubble or hunt. Ravenpuddle decided it would be best to stay in camp, she wanted to help out as much as she could. With a nod, she rose to her paws and padded away, searching for a good place to start or anyone who needed some extra paws.

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age. 50 moons gender. male/♂️ rank. warrior location. ruined camp > territory tags. open
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────For once, Bumblebrook wished he could change something. But one wouldn’t understand the meaning behind this exactly, unless one had been there that day. The multi-colored tabby had awoken that morning with a purpose, but it might as well have been his last. He strode out of the warriors den, acknowledging his clanmates with a single nod, before heading off to begin his duties. Bumblebrook had been assigned to the dawn patrol that morning, the only ones who managed to remain out of harm’s way for the time being. Alas, as he trotted out of the camp alongside the rest, at the edge of his sight was Owlskip. The tom had never been the best father figure to him, they hardly talked. Owlskip had been the only survivor of his litter somehow. His mother and the rest of his kits had traveled onto Starclan, much to the disappointment of the tom. Least to say, he didn’t hate Owlskip - he was all he had left. But he’d been so distant since then, he found it particularly hard to begin a true relationship with him. Such was the way of life it seemed. Or perhaps, it wasn’t.

────As Bumblebrook and the rest of the patrol traveled forth into the land beyond, little did they know a horrible thing was about to happen. Not long after they’d left, a low groaning sound could be heard. Flicking his ears, the tom ignored it though he began to grow tense. It wasn’t a normal sound. And what followed was even less. A loud crack sounded afterwards, carrying rather far. And then...it began to rain… Stones of various sizes began to tumble down the ridge, showering the camp in a deadly manner. The tom’s eyes widened as he whipped around and raced back toward the camp, ears laying against his head. What in Starclan’s name? What had just happened? Did it happen? Upon arriving at the camp, it was clear he wasn’t hallucinating. No...the camp was a mere pile of ruins. Desperate cries came from those already climbing out of the debris, but there were still many more to be found. Bumblebrook padded away from the rest, searching for his son, Owlskip. He managed to find him late that night, but alas...the tom was still.

────As he sat among the rest of his clanmates the next morning, he could hardly focus. While his gaze rested on Blackstar as he spoke and announced Tigersiege as deputy, he nodded absently; yet his mind was elsewhere. How could he have let his only son die..? He hardly knew him, could hardly call him his own. His thoughts were quickly disturbed by the elder Saptongue’s outburst, letting out a sigh of annoyance. The situation was handled quickly and soon enough, the cats were assigned to their own tasks. As the cats began to disperse in various directions, Bumblebrook decided hunting would be the best choice at the moment. Without sitting on the idea any further, the tom rose to his paws and headed toward the camp entrance with a heavy heart, not once bothering to look back at the destruction. It pained one to do so. Especially when there was nothing a single soul could do about it.

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age. 110 moons gender. female/♀ rank. elder location. under rubble tags. open
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────Yesterday had been a sorrowful day for the clan. Reddawn merely remembered lounging in camp that day, as usual. The molly hardly ever stayed in the elder’s den, unless of course, she was sleeping. Even when told to, the molly had too much pride, refusing to do so. Alas, perhaps this was a good thing. Perhaps not. No one would probably ever know, though the clan knows how it turned out in the end. As the sun’s rays danced on her back, Reddawn slumbered peacefully in camp. However, it was disturbed by a sudden groan from afar, but it wasn’t from a cat, but rather the ridge itself. As she raised her head to see what all the commotion was about, every bit of tiredness disappeared in an instant. A crack and continuous grumble sounded as the rocks tumbled toward the camp. Reddawn rose to her paws, but couldn’t move otherwise, gaze fixed on the incoming storm of stone. Alas, it happened so quickly she wouldn’t have had time to react either way. She remembers seeing it and then blacking out.

────The next day, she awoke in quite the uncomfortable position. Or perhaps that was because of the rocks that laid on top of her. “Fox-dung.” The elder muttered to herself, whiskers quivering as she tried to move. The stones stayed in their place, unmoving. Letting out a huff, the feline continued to move around and was able to push out some of the smaller rocks, allowing a bit of daylight to come through. As she tried to pull herself forward, a rock shifted the wrong way and began to press itself against her leg. She grimaced as it did so, but refused to call out otherwise. I’ll get out of this. A single ginger paw could be seen among the pile of rocks as dust wafted into her nose, causing her to sneeze. Ugh. She’d be fine. All she had to do was move another stone or two and she’d be free. Unfortunately, they were a tad large and in her injured state (not to mention her elderly state as well), there would be little chance of her freeing herself. There was still hope and a chance in her eyes though; no one was taking that away from her.

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Tornstream could feel a paw reach out to him. His eyes glowing with hope. "Hang on, Tornstream!" He heard a she-cat yowl. "We're almost there! Just breathe, okay? Just breathe!" The tom struggled to push the rocks as Brindletuft pawed at the rocks. Thank you, StarClan. Tornstream let out small grunts as he shouldered the large rock, attempting to help her.


The cat's muscles began to ache, but his eyes still gleamed with promise. He could sense the she-cat's concern. "A little more!" He sounded hopeful. "I'm almost out." Tornstream didn't sound excited. His mew was more reassuring.