Δ . 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙙 ‣ 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚙

[DylanJollyRancher]

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

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”We are both ready to leave when you are.” Riverclaw said, answering Heronflight’s question with a short and simple answer. He gave a quick glance at Lynxpaw when she asked a question, wondering about the same thing as her. She beat him to it, but he didn’t mind one bit. At least now they would both get to know where they would be hunting. “I’m sure Heronflight has a good place in mind.” He told his apprentice before he looked away from the she-cat to look at the other warrior. Riverclaw couldn’t wait to leave and hunt, couldn’t wait to get away from camp for a bit.

Tom | 9 Moons | Apprentice |Location: By the rubble | Mentions: Stagfell/Jayspring/Scorchstrike|Tag : Scorchstrike/Jayspring/Stagfell

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”S-sorry!” Jaguarpaw shrunk down a little from being called out by Stagfell, but quickly fixed his posture right back. He didn’t mean to slow down the patrol for being absent-minded, it was purely an accident. One he’d make up for. Hopefully Scorchstrike wouldn’t mind too much.

“Yes, Scorchstrike.” Jaguarpaw meowed obediently, scolding himself mentally for the way he appeared to his mentor, he would need to try harder. It’s not that what she said discouraged him, but in fact it actually gave him motivation to improve himself. The tom held Scorchstrike in high regards, much respect was held towards her, so he’d try to be impress her when the opportunity rises. To come close to being as good of a warrior as she is, Jaguarpaw could only dream of for now. Right, fear is not a weakness ! I must stay focus, then it’ll be okay.

There wasn’t a verbal response, the apprentice only gave a quick nod and started to follow after his mentor. Noticing Lynxpaw wave goodbye to him, he did the same in return. Once he caught up with Scorchstrike, he made sure he was keeping a pace that would match hers as they walked after she let him catch up to her. Coming to a stop, he stood by her side, glancing at both Stagfell and Jayspring then back to Scorchstrike. The talk about hunting in a certain with hares sounded wonderful in Jaguarpaw’s opinion. He could just imagine himself tasting the prey in jaw.

[nightmyth]

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𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚐𝚎 ─ 46 moons ─ [ˈtīɡər - sēj] xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
𝖣𝖤𝖯𝖴𝖳𝖸. an unusually small dark brown maine coon molly with bold black stripes and pale yellow eyes
location: rubble ; tags: morningpaw, ashpaw, pigeon, brindletuft
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Tigersiege turned towards the approach of pawsteps, her fur spiking -- but it was only Brindletuft, a welcome reinforcement. The tabby she-cat scrunched her eyes shut for a moment, only opening them again when the loner began to speak. She wrinkled her snout, but his sincere tone loosened some of the anxiety ravaging her brain. "Fine. You can hunt. Bring what you catch back here, but no further than you are now. Ashpaw and Morningpaw will distrubute the prey to their Clanmates." Her voice was low, but only because she knew that if she tried to speak normally, her voice would shake or crack.

She turned pointedly after she was done speaking, praying -- for their sake -- that no cat would push or question her orders. Tigersiege nearly collided with Brindletuft and an apology shot from her maw before she knew it. She never apologized. Blinking in shock, she shook her head rapidly and loped off to a place in the rubble devoid of any other cats. Sitting down, she leaned her head against the face of a boulder, allowing the coolness of the stone to spread through her body. The talons of her attack were slowly releasing her, but she found her stomach gaping and her paws shaky -- with hunger, she realized. Still, she didn't want to face the Clan in order to see if there was something to eat. Everyone always expected her to be immovable, a source of strength when all else was lost. What good would it do anyone to see her in such a state?

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𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 ─ 46 moons ─ [staɡ - fel] xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖱𝖨𝖮𝖱. a large, pale ginger maine coon tom with apple-green eyes
location: prairie; tags: scorchstrike, jayspring, jaguarpaw
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Now that the patrol was underway, Stagfell forced himself to remain alert and aware of his surroundings; cats being carried off by hawks and eagles had happened before, and he certainly wouldn't allow it under his watch. The golden-furred tomcat prowled through the open grassland, ears pricked and jaws parted to sense for both predator and prey. After moments of searching, he picked up on the fresh scent of a hare and began following it earnestly, only slowing down when the trail led him to the dark mouth of a burrow.

"Hmmm. Jaguarpaw," the warrior said quietly, beckoning the apprentice forward. "I want you to go down and flush out the hare; the rest of you, fan out so we can catch it." Once he was sure the patrol understood their orders, Stagfell positioned himself behind the burrow in case their prey decided to double back and try to retreat into its den again. He crouched down and flexed his claws, casting a cautionary glance up at the skies to make sure nothing was hunting them; not only that, but he wouldn't put it past a particularly ballsy bird to try and steal their catch. When all of the cats were in their places, Stagfell nodded to Jaguarpaw to signal it was time to flush out the hare.

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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: territory ; tags: dipperflight
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"I suppose you're right," Buckspar murmured. Maybe it was better to leave the matter of StarClan's involvement -- or lack thereof -- in the accident to his leader and medicine cat. Something about that decision sent a chill down his spine, and he soon realized that it was because his mother was now dead and amongst the ranks of his ancestors. Which meant Buckspar wouldn't have anymore contact with her, not unless StarClan suddenly decided to start speaking to ordinary warriors. The realization made his chest ache, and if Dipperflight weren't beeside him, he might've let out a melancholic wail.

Instead, he slowed his pace as SageClan's border came into view. The bicolored tabby renewed the markers and checked for signs of anything unusual, but all was well in this part of the territory. With a nod to Dipperflight, he continued onward, keeping the border to one side of them. "How are you holding up?" he asked his clanmate. Normally, Buckspar would be content with silence, but rarely was he put on a patrol with just one other cat.

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𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚊𝚠 ─ 10 moons ─ [lavəndər - pô] xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
𝖠𝖯𝖯𝖱𝖤𝖭𝖳𝖨𝖢𝖤. a tall, lanky lilac-point siamese molly with blue eyes
location: territory ; tags: batflight
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Lavenderpaw watched Rookpaw's progress, letting out a huff when she saw that her denmate went to work with her mentor instead. As if Tigersiege said anything about that. The siamese sniffed and instead turned away from SageClan's destroyed home, deciding to find the herbs on her own instead. Won't do any good to pull half-dead cats from that rubble without herbs to heal them. Besides, she didn't how much longer she could stick around and watch cats' bodies be uncovered by her clanmates.

The further she got from camp, the more weight lifted from her shoulders. Lavenderpaw hadn't lost anyone in the rockfall: her mother had left the clan once Lavenderpaw became an apprentice, and her father had died when she was a young kit. Her only grief came from a place of respect and comradery for her fallen clanmates -- especially for the elders she'd spent her entire life hanging around -- but it was easy to distance herself from the pain. If only the same could be said for other cats.

Lavenderpaw sighed, but her thoughts retreated as she grew closer to a patch of herbs. She soon realized she wasn't the only cat around and peered through the foliage to catch the sight of Batflight's pelt flickering through the territory. Lifting her tail, she trotted up to the tom. "Hiya," she chirped, falling into step beside the him. "I take it you've come looking for herbs as well?"

[tealfeather]

ashpaw { camp. morningpaw, pidgeon, tigersiege, brindletuft. }
>> she/her. warrior apprentice. twelve moons.
>> dilute bi-colour torbie with gray eyes.

Annoyed that the newly appointed deputy was pushing her way into the conversation for no reason, Ashpaw narrowed her eyes and opened her mouth to say something, but her voice was still weak and nothing came out. With a barely-there growl and a lash of her tail, she snapped her mouth shut and settled for glaring at Tigersiege.

She knew it wouldn't do anything, but still, it annoyed her to no end that she was being treated like a kit. She was basically a warrior, had nothing else to learn, and the only thing holding her back was her injuries. It also didn't escape her notice that at least Blackstar listened when she spoke.

When Brindletuft joined them and Tigersiege eventually made a decision, it startled Ashpaw out of her thoughts and she remembered that Pidgeon was still there, and he seemed to be frightened by all the threatening being done. Obviously.

Ashpaw rolled her eyes, winced, and then, once she was sure Tigersiege had left, managed to rasp out, "What harm could he even do?"

She didn't elaborate because she didn't have the strength to, and that was more frustrating that anything, but she figured Brindletuft would figure it out anyway. He literally walked into their camp and announced himself, which was not a great tactical move by any standards.

"Morningpaw," she continued, "come back." If she was left alone, there was little she could do to protect herself, and not that she was worried about it - Pidgeon didn't seem like he had a violent bone in his body - but Tigersiege probably wouldn't like it, and as much as Ashpaw disagreed with her, she wasn't one to disobey her superiors. At least, not on something so little.

With a sympathetic glance at Pidgeon, one she realized probably wasn't all that clear due to the cobwebs, she whispered, because that was what she could manage, "Sorry. I promise we aren't always this scary."

[whispersome]

⊳ ROOKPAW ⊲
She | 10 moons | Apprentice
Tags: Stonetooth | Mentions: Waspstrike, Birchkit, Brackenfoot | Location: Camp rubble

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ Her mentor’s call had Rookpaw’s ears flicking straight up. Before she had so much as processed his words, she was moving, but once they clicked in her mind she only sped up. Finally, something worthwhile! Heart beating against her chest with an excitement that nearly bowled her over with its force, Rookpaw scurried forward, rushing toward the group of cats clustered around the rubble from which another cat or two had already been pulled. She could imagine the adoration on the face of whoever she helped rescue already.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ She was a heartbeat too late to help as Stonetooth had requested, though. Rookpaw skidded to a halt when she saw that Waspstrike had pulled a small brown pelt from the wreckage. Her ears dipped in slight disappointment—clearly Waspstrike had had the situation handled—as she watched Waspstrike haul the kit she distantly recognized as Birchkit away and into the open, where Brackenfoot hurried toward them. The scene looking fraught, Rookpaw hesitated, gravitating to Stonetooth’s side instead.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ “…Is she all right?” she asked in a tone that was probably meant to be low but missed the mark somewhat, managing to turn a question that would otherwise be interpreted as one of concern into one of confused irritation. “You know, being as… expecting as she is.” Rookpaw’s eyes lingered on Waspstrike’s belly, swollen enough to look painful, and her nose twitched a little in what could have either been sympathy or mild disgust.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ Her focus on this soon wavered, however, when she recalled Blackstar’s orders. “Can I go see if there are still any more cats trapped back there?” she asked Stonetooth, paws already twitching in that direction. “I mean, if there aren’t any still alive, it won’t hurt, right? And if there are, then it’ll help. You don’t even need to come with me—you can stay with Waspstrike, or whatever.” Her voice trailed off imploringly. She stared up at her mentor in anxious expectation, tail beginning to twitch in preemptive irritation for if her question was denied.

↝ BATFLIGHT ↜
He | 30 moons | Warrior
Tags: Lavenderpaw | Mentions: Cinderpaw | Location: Territory outskirts

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The worn dirt was dry and hard beneath Batflight’s paws as he strode along it, keeping his head up but gaze drifting the longer he walked. He knew where he was going well enough that he didn’t have to pay much attention to his path, but that just left room for more introspection than he thought he was prepared for today. Alone and unbothered by noise except for distant chirping and rustling, Batflight could feel thoughts creeping up at the back of his mind again. About what this disaster meant for them. About how they could ever recover with so many gone and tensions clearly running high.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ A voice drew his attention, and he lifted his head with a start, glancing to the side to find Lavenderpaw walking alongside him. Relaxing somewhat at the company (and assistance), Batflight nodded in greeting. “I have,” he answered, quiet voice steady and betraying some of his relief. “I used to help Hawkscreech with gathering herbs from time to time—” grief briefly crossed his tone at the reminder of the now deceased medicine cat, but he forced his tone to become lighter again with a slight huff “—so I thought I’d offer, since Cinderpaw seems overwhelmed as it is. He said we’d need cobwebs in particular.”

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ Batflight cut himself off, ears twitching, when he noticed the patch of herbs they were rapidly approaching. He didn’t speed up out of consideration for the apprentice at his side—though of course he wasn’t underestimating her speed or stamina, he just wanted to make sure—but something did spark in his gaze the closer they grew.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ “Ah, and here we are!” he said, the undisturbed cluster of herbs bringing some warmth to his chest. If something like this could go undestroyed by the rockslide that had seemed so all-consuming, then perhaps SageClan could regrow from its current state after all, just as these herbs would not long after they were harvested. Batflight eyed webs strung along the leaves. “I don’t believe I can carry all of this on my own. You take half, and I’ll take the other half?” he offered with a side glance.

⁂ SCORCHSTRIKE ⁂
She | 48 moons | Warrior
Tags: Jaguarpaw, Stagfell, Jayspring | Mentions: None | Location: Prairie

‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎As the hunting patrol crept along the prairie, Scorchstrike basked in the sun shining upon her pelt and the wind running through it. Logically, it had only been a sunrise or two since she’d last hunted, the thrill of it not quite chased away; subjectively, however, it felt as though it had been moons. The brightness of the sky and the ordinary sprawl of the grassland almost seemed wrong next to the disaster that had devastated SageClan, making it seem as though it were any other day, and they were far enough from the rubble of their camp that for a heartbeat it could almost seem true. Perhaps some semblance of normalcy, however, was just what the clan needed in these times.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Scorchstrike turned her attention forward as they approached a burrow. The scent of hare had her closing her eyes in something like longing. With the frantic pace of things, Scorchstrike couldn’t recall the last time she ate—of course this prey would go to the queens and elders first (though she wouldn’t complain if it bypassed one elder in particular), but hunting would at least scratch some of the itch.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Stagfell had noticed an instant before she had, and he was the first to speak up. It was in Scorchstrike’s nature to defy orders, and the thought did cross her mind for a fleeting heartbeat—but in the end, she nodded and followed suit with what she’d been told. Her eyes lingered on her apprentice for a moment. “Remember what I told you earlier,” she said in a low voice, gaze narrowing, but after a pause her whiskers twitched slightly. “Good luck.”

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎With that, she turned the other way, hunkering close to the ground and keeping her pawsteps light as she took up her position. Ears pricked and eyes darting around for signs of danger, she stopped to one side, a fair distance from the burrow but close enough that she could lunge if necessary. Her unsheathed claws tugged, absent, at the grass beneath her.

[Laetificat]

Birchkit — Tags: Waspstrike, Brackenfoot
Dim light shone down into his small shelter in the rubble, illuminating his surroundings. Birchkit paused briefly to turn around and look at his mother, then froze in absolute terror. Dawnbreak was staring blankly at the rocks, amber eyes cloudy. Her pale tabby fur was stained with the dark shade of dried blood and she looked- He shrieked in surprise as a paw jerked him backwards and jaws clamped onto his tail just before he was torn away from his mother. Birchkit sat stunned as Waspstrike fussed over him, eyes wide and unblinking as she spoke distant words before setting him back down a short distance later. Why was she so worried about him, he wondered with slowly growing fear. His mother was still in there!
The queen’s gentle tongue slowly brought him back to the present and Birchkit looked in despair around him. Sageclan... it was destroyed! Where was Briarpelt or his siblings?! No sign of his fathers familiar dark brown tabby pelt lingered in the rocky clearing, and out of all the many kits that had lived in the nursery, Birchkit saw none. He coughed harshly as his panic spiked. Where had the clan gone? So many were missing... His yellow eyes caught sight of Brackenfoot and the little tom squirmed away from his savior to fling himself at the other she-cat. “Brackenfoot, Dawnbreak is still in there!” Birchkit asked, his voice bordering on a wail. “Where’s Briarpelt and Bearkit? I don’t see Leafkit or Orchidkit either!!”

Creekwillow — Tags: Blackstar
Rookpaw was certainly fiery as ever, and Creekwillow wished not for the first time that it was possible to imbue the experience of a senior warrior onto the young apprentice. Explaining would only get a cat so far with certain ‘paws, and Rookpaw was no exception. Abruptly, she was distracted by the sound of shouting and rubble shifting as a few missing clanmates were either freed or were on their way to getting rescued. Her white paws itched as if a whole nest of ants were crawling all over them, but she forced them to remain still and the strokes of her tongue to remain even. The rescue of her clan was essential, but there was such a thing as too much help and it seemed the diggers had the job covered. She would just have to do with making sure Blackstar was in the proper condition to lead Sageclan to safety, and looked the part while at it.
“No, I was on patrol when the mountain split,” Creekwillow said quietly, remembering helping to uncover her sister. Redfur’s normally lush ginger fur had been caked with dust and blood, and Creekwillow had to bite her tongue from wailing at the sudden overwhelming burst of grief. There would be few remaining survivors found, if any at this point. She busied herself with grooming her mate once more, then paused as he spoke his fears. “Maybe... maybe it was the work of twolegs? Starclan doesn’t watch them and maybe they caused the rockfall. Starclan wouldn’t just let so many good cats die if they can help it...” Though her tone was an attempt at optimistic, her words felt hollow as she wondered if her mate was right. Could Starclan be punishing them? Blackstar’s movement drew her out of her thoughts and she looked down at him in worry. “I won’t make you go now since I know how you are, but once Cinderpaw finishes treating Reddawn, Tornstream, and Birchkit, I want him to take a look at you. Like it or not, you’re the face of the clan’s moral and if you hurt yourself further, everyone will be worried.”

[ivyy.]

Worm
she/her - Bisexual/Bi - Trying to make friends

Worm was thinking quietly to herself as she strut through the place they were staying and settled by a patch of sunlight hoping not to make anyone uncomfortable. She wished everyone liked her as Blackstar did. She had only been with them for a few days and she already felt as though Blackstar was the father she never had. Rowanfeather, a young warrior she-cat, often kept her eye on her 'making sure she doesn't stir any ruckus' and what-not. Maybe the kits would like her? No... their mothers wouldn't let them get too close. The apprentices? No... they'd probably taunt her about her name. Maybe the warriors? She sighed and loafed in the sunlight. Probably, just like the others, they'd make rumors and watch her like she was a fox in the camp. Pigeon wasn't all that bad though, he knows what it's like to be abandoned and lonely. How should she show her worth to everyone? Not to mention, she needed to make u her mind about the name that Blackstar offered her, Larkpaw, an official member of their clan. She'd honestly love nothing more than to finally be loved and valued as a member of her clan, but they might not like her! Then what? She didn't know, she felt like sobbing her heart out. She would never abandon her new home as her parents abandoned her. She was just utterly torn and still broken heart from her father's toxic remark and the loneliness she felt after he left her. She sat up, suddenly determined, I'll do it for Blackstar. She said in her mind, I'll wait for him to return and tell him my decision!

[ivyy.]

Worm
she/her - Bisexual/Bi - Tags: ---

Worm lifted herself from the place where she was sitting to find Blackstar so she could tell him she has accepted his offer to officially joining and being a part of his clan. Her new home. She poked herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming, Please let him be in camp before I start to rethink...

Rowanfeather
she/her - Bisexual/Bi - Tags: Pigeon & Worm

Rowanfeather decided to take a short walk, she felt a bit overwhelmed by all that has happened. The landslide, Pigeon & Worm, things were happening too fast for her liking and she found that taking a walk through the forest and sometimes hunting made her feel much more relieved, calm, and focused. The prey pile was dwindling a bit so she thought while relaxing she could hunt too. Rowanfeather stopped and sniffed the air, Mmmm... rabbit. She got into a hunting crouch and entered a sunlit-clearing with ease. She had now spotted the rabbit who was downwind from her, cleaning its self. If I make this kill, this could feed at least a warrior belly!

[dove_]

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Tom, He/Him | Emotions Drained, Determined | Location Camp | Tags Cinderpaw

The maine coon eyed the warriors who saved him darting towards the trapped kit. He heard Cinderpaw ask him about his breathing, in which he replied with a brisk nod. Tornstream's eyes felt heavy. “I'm all right, really.” He mewed, looking at Cinderpaw. The tomcat trudged slowly towards the camp entrance, his paws sore. I'm getting back on duty as soon as possible. And that's now. Tornstream felt like he needed to contribute, instead of being helped. His head swivelled towards the cats helping out at the rubble, then looked back at the outside territory. Tornstream redirected his paws towards the rubble and padded quickly to the ruins that held his clanmates, looking for the deceased and survivors.

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Tom, He/Him | Emotions Bitter, Guilty | Location Camp | Tags Open

Sootflame's bitter eyes scanned the camp. The cat felt the grief that flooded the camp that day, his paws sore with guilt. He didn't necessarily lose anyone close to him, yet he knew the whole Clan had a loss. Sootflame's stern facade faded away as he witnessed the warriors frantically running around, the medicine cats tending to the injured and dead cats being pulled from the rubble. His eyes glimmered with ruefulness. In a heartbeat, negative thoughts flooded over him. The Clan won't survive. You should have been there. It's your fault. His ears flattened and his eyes became teary. He became harsher and harsher towards him. Sootflame watched his friends help out with the rubble. He wanted to help, yet the ginger-and-white cat felt too guilty. He turned to face the camp entrance. The tomcat slowly padded out undetected, his head held low.

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[tealfeather]

cinderpaw { camp. tornstream, wrenshine, waspstrike, birchkit. }
>> he/him. med cat app. nine moons.
>> gray cat with amber eyes.

Dissatisfied with Tornstream's quick response, Cinderpaw trailed after him as he walked, eyeing the warrior critically. He did seem just to be tired and sore, at most, so Cinderpaw nodded to himself and meowed, "Just make sure you get some rest soon." He wished he could take his own advice, but while the Clan would survive without one warrior, he was vital. He swayed on his paws for a moment, trying to center himself, and then turned to Wrenshine.

"Reddawn?" He whisked his gaze towards the elder, who was still caught in the rubble, but mostly freed. Her leg was obviously hurt. "Can you make sure she stays off that leg? I don't have anything to treat it right now, but rest will do it the most good right now anyway." He'd have to take a closer look later, but if she was able to walk on it, he knew it probably wasn't broken or dislocated, just badly bruised.

When Waspstrike appeared with Birchkit, Cinderpaw blinked in surprise. He'd assumed none of the kits were still alive, so it was a shock to see one and have to worry about what treatment he might need, though the fact that he was talking - and coherently at that - helped.

After making sure they would be okay on their own for a moment, Cinderpaw whisked back to the half-collapsed medicine cat den, resolutely not looking at anything except the the herb he needed, which he was pretty sure had survived...yes.

He returned with a few chamomile petals, which he set down next to both the queen and kit. "Here, eat these," he said, not bothering to explain that they were for shock, because he'd seen cats eat them and feel no effect when they were told.

[DylanJollyRancher]

Tom | 35 Moons | Warrior |Location: Leaving camp | Tag: Lynxpaw/Heronflight

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Riverclaw nodded and followed after Heronflight, padding besides the tom to give him a friendly nudge on his shoulder. “We will recover. And, we will bring back some prey.” He said, trying to depict some words that would bring encouragement to the other warrior. Despite the attempt being genuine , Riverclaw didn’t feel like it was his best. Sageclan was barely hanging on, but in his eyes that was better than not even hanging on at all. This gave them an opportunity to bounce back if anything !

Tom | 9 Moons | Apprentice |Location: Prarie | Tag : Scorchstrike/Jayspring/Stagfell

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The younger feline kept close to his mentor, keeping in sync with her steps subconsciously, every step Scorchstrike was making so would Jaguarpaw. Small details of his surroundings, not just the big ones, attempted to be acknowledged by his eyes in one way or another. Every so often he’d let his eyes wonder while his head remained facing straight forward; first taking into account the change of scenery, almost in awe every time they’d see the sparse trees dying out into open grassland. His ears seemed still, but the apprentice was on high alert for anything. Occasionally he’d part his mouth so that he could inhale the air surrounding the patrol, and every time he came up with nothing.

If Jaguarpaw had been alone to hunt in this vast land of tall grass, he’d possibly be a bit nervous. Maybe too guarded, but he couldn’t see how that would be a bad thing. Taking a look at Stagfell then Scorchstrike, he felt safe within the patrol. With plenty of cats they had a better chance of survival. A cruel thought ripped across his mind shortly after. What if ... more bad luck comes our way? And one of us gets injured? Worse, what if one of us is on the brink of death! I don’t think I’d be surprised. Jaguarpaw could feel his stomach begin to knot up, thinking that there was a possibility something else could happen to them yet again. Were they really okay outside of camp if they weren’t even safe inside of camp?

The moment Jaguarpaw heard his name he pushed any negative thought away as he froze up in his spot in the patrol. Luckily for him, it was just Stagfell giving him an order and nothing else. He wouldn’t have wanted to be questioned for zoning out when he should be prioritizing bringing back food to the clan. Better yet, Jaguarpaw didn’t want to get on Scorchstrike’s bad side! He almost immediately fixed his behavior and tried his best to do as his mentor once mentioned before they left camp. It’s okay to be afraid, just don’t let it get in the way. Sage clan needs to recover. Everyone is doing their part to help in that, I need to do the same!

“Yes?” Jaguarpaw whispered, creeping forward quietly towards Stagfell, careful to not put too much weight on his paws and to keep his tail from touching the ground. Listening closely to what the older tom had to say, he tried to keep in check the bubbling excitement that crept up. It didn’t seem appropriate to be excited just yet, at least not until they caught the hare. “Right.” He murmured after everything was said, giving a quick nod to Scorchstrike for her comforting words. This was a perfect operation devised by Stagfell and with the cats on this patrol, this hare was surely theirs for the taking.

Quietly as can be, Jaguarpaw slipped into the darkness, his body disappearing the further he was in until nothing was left to be seen. It took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust, getting a sense of the surrounding walls and just how much space there really was. The apprentice furthered his small journey deeper into the burrow, the scent of the hare flushing his nostrils. Another scent started to intertwine with the hare’s scent. Fear. Jaguarpaw was almost certain that this would end well for the patrol.

A pair of eyes shown a bit away from him, his guess was that he was at the end of the hare’s den and it was backed against a wall. No where for it to run other than outside to his clan mates, for its life to be ended of its current misery . Knowing how helpless the hare was enticed Jaguarpaw’s empowerment, edging him to finish his part of the plan. Unsheathing his claws, Jaguarpaw didn’t wait to pounce towards the hare, getting the chance to nip at it’s back. That was enough to send the hare running towards the exit. It squeezed past the tom as quick as it could and rushed for the opening, but not with out the tom on its heels. Bolting after the hare, he kept on it all the way until it dashed out of the burrow.