Δ . 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙙 ‣ 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚙

[alokesti]

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

jayspring flanked the hare as stagfell ordered, making sure to give the warrior enough space to bring down the hare while also ensuring that if the hare escapes he would be able to reach him before it could get away. the bengal tom watched as stagfell gave the order, his ears and eyes alert for the excitement that was about to occur.

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

dipperflight copied buckspar's action so they would be able to mark this scent line faster and then move on to the next. the pointed tom took a moment to think about buckspar's question. 'how am I feeling?' the tom questioned to himself. he took a breath before replying, "this might sound a little odd but I am feeling a little confused but also heartbroken at the same time," the tom replied. "I do not understand why all of this pain and suffering was brought onto us," he added as he looked down at his paws. "sorry about your mother, buckspar," he mewed. "I couldn't even imagine the heartbreak you are going through," dipperflight paused and looked at buckspar. "I am always here if you need me," was the final thing he added, he gave his clanmate a comforting nudge on the shoulder.

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

stonetooth dashed to waspstrike's side, quickly running his tongue over her head. "waspstrike, what hurts?" he questioned, his eyes filled with fear. the older warrior was not ready to lose his soulmate and his unborn kit. "tell me what you need," he asked her, gently nudging her cheek with his large head. he was glad to see birchkit get out alive but at the moment he was more worried about his pregnant mate.

stonetooth registered the voice that was talking to him as rookpaw's. she was asking him about helping find other cats in the rubble. "sure just be careful, please," he meowed to his apprentice before returning his full attention back to his mate. "also, do not lift that rubble or go in there without assistance, rookpaw!" he called over his shoulder.

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

lynxpaw smiled at the thought of hunting at the river, there was always prey to be caught there during this time! she followed closely behind riverclaw and heronflight, making sure to give them enough space. she wondered if she should bring up small talk or if she should just enjoy the quiet while she could.

[DylanJollyRancher]

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

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By the route that Heronflight was leading the patrol, Riverclaw was quick to take notice that they were heading towards the river by acknowledging the environment. It was only a matter of time before it came into view in the distance. What a good idea. He thought while he swiftly picked up his pace to walk besides the other male warrior. "I'm sure the clan will love fish. We can at least could on the river to never go dry." He said, almost instantly wanting to bit down on his tongue and regretted the last thing said. Who would say that? Why would I even say something like that. Jeez, what is wrong with me. A pinch of frustration at his words, but he hoped it wouldn't affect Heronflight. After the clan being ruined, they didn't need a river in their territory to dry up either.

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.

[ColonelHamster]

𝔹𝔼𝔸ℝ𝕋𝕌𝔽𝔽𝕋
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➼ age: 33 moons ➼ gender: male ➼ rank: warrior ➼ location: buried in camp ➼ tags: Tornstream, Timberfall, Rookpaw,

One of the large tom's ears flicked at the sound of a muffled voice from above him. His breath caught for a moment, not sure if he dared hope. The rocks above him started to shift. Someone had heard him. Thank StarClan. Dust started to fill the small space as someone started to dig. Beartuft coughed once again, unable to lift his voice. Bearfuft tried to wiggle free of the debias that pinned his hindquarters. Above him, Beartuft heard another voice joining in the dig. It took him a few seconds to realize who it was. Timberfall! Beartuft looked up once again, thanking StarClan once again. "It'll take a bit more than this to take me out!" Beartuft choked out before going into another coughing fit. Hopfully they'd get him out soon, he didn't know how much more of this he could really take. He needed to be out in the open again. In fresh air, free from all this debris.

Beartuft then stretched out a hind leg, trying to push himself forward, but something stopped him. His paw came into contact something that felt different than the rubble around him. A pit formed in his stomach as the worst came to mind. Before he had time to liger on it light burst though. Tornstream and Timberfall had done it. Beartuft looked up them, offering a relived crooked smile. A soft"thank you," was all the tom was able to say at first. "I'm so happy to see you two. I'm still stuck... and I think someone might be behind me." Beartuft's voice grew in sorrow as he spoke. If there was someone indeed behind him in this rubble... they weren't so lucky as he had been.

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────Stars above, have you no mercy!? Losing their home was cruel enough, but it seemed like Starclan wasn’t finished with their cruel games just yet. A sense of bubbling rage was quick to grow in the tom’s soul, causing a hiss to slice through the air. It seemed to be that Starclan let a curse fall upon them. And what had they done to deserve this? In his mind, nothing. Bumblebrook came to his senses as soon as Frostpaw had managed to capture one of the raptor’s wings, unbalancing the large bird. He launched an attack at it, his claws meeting the bird’s side as it crashed onto the ground, making it a more fair fight. Or perhaps, giving them the advantage. Of course, it seemed as if the eagle had other plans. As dirt temporarily blocked his vision from the sudden crash, he just caught the bird latching onto Frostpaw’s leg, unbalancing him just as he’d done to it. As it freed it’s wing, a flash of anger rippled through the tom, as he sprang toward the bird, though it had managed to take flight just before he reached it. His claws narrowly missed it, yet the bird turned in anger and its talons met his face, though he was able to pull away so there’d only be minimal damage.

────He let out a cry of rage as he righted himself, though only moments afterwards the raptor seemed to have had enough. Turning away from the two cats, it awkwardly soared away. In the distance it veered off course, seeming to find something else of interest. Good riddance. Perhaps whatever it happened to be would satisfy it and would remain out of their way for the rest of their journey. Turning to Frostpaw, the tabby’s gaze rested on the young tom’s leg for a moment. “It’s not too bad is it?” He was sure that the tom would make it to wherever he had planned, though he wasn’t sure about how painful that might be. He didn’t view Frostpaw as the type of cat to let a mild injury stop him, especially after what they’d already faced. He’d known the tom since he was a kit after all, he’d put his clan first regardless of the pain he’d face because of it. Tigersiege is right. It’s his time to join our ranks.

────After the few moments of silence, his heavy breathing lessened to a quieter level, developing a more even pace. His gaze never settled in one place for very long, seeming to realize he needed to pay more attention to his surroundings than he had moments ago. Had he seen the eagle coming sooner, he could’ve given Frostpaw a better warning and possibly avoided fighting it all together. But alas, it was in the past now. Something one couldn’t change. It was just a lesson to learn from, something to remember. Yet, sometimes the past pained one’s soul. And to be honest, Bumblebrook would be fine without visiting the past ever again, if it meant he’d be freed of this overwhelming pain. But he had a feeling that it’d be haunting him for quite a while. Letting out a heavy sigh, the tom turned back to the apprentice, awaiting for his reply or better yet, next plan of action.

[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: brindletuft; blackstar; tatteredstem
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A flick of the molly's ears was the only acknowledgement toward Brindletuft's physical gestures of comfort. She felt the tension ease from her body at the younger warrior's words, and for a brief moment she allowed herself to travel back through the Clan's history. Tigersiege hadn't been one to pay too much attention to the lives of her Clanmates, but she did recall Brindletuft's father being of a character not unlike her own sire. "A noble thing to offer," she replied at last, a hint of humor in her voice as she tried to dispel the air of awkwardness prickling in her fur -- she wasn't used to other cats willingly offering their support to her...not quite in the way Brindletuft was phrasing it, at least. This interaction between them was causing a few things to fall into place for the deputy, as if the tons of stone that had fallen from on high had created cracks and fissures in them all, through which truth and secrets were filtering out like sunlight on an overcast day. She wasn't quite sure what to make of it -- if it was anything at all.

When Brindletuft announced she'd be heading off to accompany Pidgeon and the apprentices, Tigersiege nodded in acknowledgement and murmured a quiet farewell before slowly rising to her paws. She wasn't entirely sure what to do with herself, and it didn't seem like there were any extras paws needed anywhere. Letting out a sigh, she straightened up and fixed her usual look of confidence and authority about her face before approaching Blackstar. Perhaps they could discuss a plan of action for moving the Clan to a new camp, as well as what would be done with the bodies of the cats both found and trapped; she also wanted to see if they should adjust SageClan's borders, cutting out this area altogether in case the rocky monolith remained dangerous and unstable.

Not wanting to intrude on the leader's conversation with his mate, she kept a generous distance away from the pair, yet still made it clear she was wanting to speak with Blackstar. For the first time, she found herself examining the rock face, absorbing the damage and the strange appearance of the stony wall now that a sizeable portion of it was missing. It was a miracle that some of those caught in the fall had managed to survive, but she could only hope that the less fortunate had received a swift death. Poor Morningbird among them... she thought, her gaze falling to her paws. Her brother's mate had always been a good friend, and Tigersiege owed the molly a great deal for her part in helping with Stagfell's recovery. They were hoping to have another litter, too...all that can be done now is to take care of the kits they have. She was relieved that her nephews had made it out alive, though she didn't doubt they would be taking the loss of their mother harshly; Tigersiege made a mental note to check in on Sunswallow especially, knowing the tom tended to be the black sheep in their family.

A faint cry trickled into Tigersiege's ears, making her perk up and scan over the fallen debris; speaking with Blackstar would have to wait. She rose swiftly to her paws and approached the hazardous pile of rocks, her nose twitching to try and pick out the scent of the entombed cat below. The mask of death sent a shiver down her spine, but among it was a clear smell of a living cat. She tried to figure out who it could be, but the possibilities were frustratingly vast in number. "Don't worry, we'll get you out of there," Tigersiege called into the shadows beneath the stone. It seemed like the cat was surrounded by rocks as opposed to being literally beneath one, meaning they would need to be careful with how they got the trapped warrior out; one wrong move and the rocks could shift and crush them. The deputy squeezed herself further into a gap, her eyes adjusting to the dark. She peered down, recognizing at last the pelt of Tatteredstem. "Can you move?" Tigersiege asked, trying not to cough from the dustiness of the cramped hole.

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𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖱𝖨𝖮𝖱. a large, pale ginger maine coon tom with apple-green eyes
location: prairie; tags: scorchstrike, jayspring, jaguarpaw
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Stagfell was on high alert the moment Jaguarpaw slipped into the hare's warren. A few heartbeats later, the patrol's target came racing from the depths of the earth with the apprentice not too far behind. The hare barreled towards Scorchstrike, but came skidding to a halt when she rose up from her crouch. Stagfell was already leaping into action when his Clanmate called his name, his loping gait eventually picking up enough speed to put him in the animal's direct path. Nearly the same size, it wasn't too difficult for the tom to recover from the collision that sent both hunter and prey rolling through the tough prairie grasses. He hissed when the hare's sharp claws scored across his shoulder, but he managed to fit his teeth into its neck while hoping the rest of the patrol would be able to subdue the powerful legs. As he held fast, pride warmed his chest and his mouth watered with the scent of prey and warm blood filling his nose.

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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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Buckspar nodded slowly in agreement with his Clanmate. "I think the whole Clan feels the same way...hopefully we'll get some answers." Surely, after such death, StarClan will have an explanation? The young tom wasn't sure how he would ever cope with the idea that all of these innocent lives had been taken for no reason at all -- and yet, he wasn't sure how he would feel if there was a motive behind the rockfall: what could ever justify the killing of these cats? of kits? His steps faltered to a halt when Dipperflight acknowledged Morningbird's death. Buckspar's throat seized up and he looked down at his paws. "She hunts with StarClan now...I'll see her again someday," he croaked, his ears flattening with the stab of pain that radiated from his chest. Deep down he wished he could take her place; his mother had been the glue that held their little family together, and with her gone, Buckspar wasn't sure how his relationships with his kin would fare. He sighed and lifted his head, blinking appreciatively at Dipperflight. "The same to you as well." The tabby warrior let his tail flick his denmate's side as he continued walking, following the border as it looped around SageClan's territory. He went along in silence for some time, letting the birdsong and the sound of the breeze rippling through the grasses fill his ears.

After a moment he realized he could hear a soft rustling off to his side. Buckspar angled his ears toward the sound, eventually spotting a mouse foraging for seeds in the tall grass tussocks. The weight of the animal bowed the stalks as it crept to the seeds at the very top, oblivious to its exposed position. It was an easy catch, and the young warrior's stomach growled fiercely in response to the scent of fresh-kill. Settling down in a patch of sunlight, Buckspar gestured to Dipperflight. "Want to share? I don't remember the last time I even ate."

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𝖠𝖯𝖯𝖱𝖤𝖭𝖳𝖨𝖢𝖤. a tall, lanky lilac-point siamese molly with blue eyes
location: territory -> camp ; tags: batflight; brackenfoot & waspstrike
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The she-cat absentmindedly listened to the warrior's musings while she finished up her bundles, nodding on occasion. "That makes sense; I'm sure Cinderpaw might be even more overwhelmed if he had to train another cat right now anyway. The best we can do is offer help where possible." The two of them seemed to have plenty of herbs between them, so she meowed her agreement and gathered the bunches in her jaws. The way back left little room for conversation with their mouths full of herbs, but Lavenderpaw was content to enjoy a bit of peace knowing what lie ahead back home. Home...I guess it isn't really that anymore, is it? The camp she had grown up in was gone, burying the Clan's history -- and precious futures -- in a tomb of stone. In some ways, she was excited for what Frostpaw would find for SageClan to take new residence in, but in other ways she wished today could've just been any other day. It would take many, many moons for everyone to recover from the ordeal, and certain cats' wellbeing in particular was starting to wring knots in her stomach.

Upon the return home, Lavenderpaw headed to the last place she had seen Cinderpaw. The medicine cat apprentice was no longer there, but Brackenfoot and Waspstrike seemed to be tending to a rather sorry looking kit. Birchkit! The molly was happy to see him alive and well, but a cold swell of sorrow pierced her lungs when she realized he was likely the only survivor to be pulled from the wreckage of SageClan's former nursery. The apprentice set down her herbs and sat near the two queens. "Batflight and I have brought herbs; Cinderpaw didn't mention anything he was needing, did he?" Her gaze flickered between the two mollies, lingering especially over Waspstrike; something was off about her, but Lavenderpaw couldn't quite place her paw on the unique look lurking about her.

[tealfeather]

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

At Blackstar's announcement, Cinderpaw's ears flicked in that direction, his eyes lighting up with excitement that almost covered the weariness. It would be good to move to a new location and be able to assess everyone there, but for now, he wasn't about to go anywhere.

His attention tuned back into the situation around him, and maybe normally he would've made a comment about how ill-timed Waspstrike's kitting was, but he was too tired to muster the energy, and besides, Brackenfoot was clearly waiting on his input.

He realized that neither of them fully knew what they were doing, but hopefully between the two of them they'd have the knowledge to make it work. He cleared his throat. "Moss with water, if we can get that. She'll be thirsty later. Let's move now, while we still can."

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

Ashpaw made to follow the other cats, limping on her paws, but she realized pretty quickly that even if she was able to push past the pain, she wasn't nearly graceful enough to hunt.

She paused at the entrance to camp, settling down at the base of a pine tree as if she'd meant to, and not only just decided. "Go ahead," she meowed as they left. "I'll stay here and keep watch on camp."

She couldn't stand just doing nothing, but her body dictated that she do, at least physically. Being a guard was easy enough. And it meant she'd both hear what went on in camp and know who was going in and out, so she'd be kept in the loop despite her injuries.

[DylanJollyRancher]

Tom | 35 Moons | Warrior |Location: River bank | Tag: Lynxpaw/Heronflight

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There was a pause to Riverclaw’s movement, a moment of relief wavering through the tom’s body upon Heronflight’s reaction. Within the next second the warrior was functioning again, moving his legs to walk and to pick up his pace to catch back up to Heronflight. It’d really be a shame if the almighty cats from above betrayed them again. “Yeah,” he murmured, fixing his gaze onto the upcoming river.

“I don’t see why not. Let’s do our best.” Riverclaw said, thankful for the off and looked over his shoulder to Lynxpaw. “Let’s see what you got.” He then proceeded to get closer to the edge of the land and crouched down, keeping his shadow out of view to the fishes swimming around in the water while he eyed them. As the predator, Riverclaw couldn’t wait to catch his prey. “Do you think we’ll be lucky enough to bring back enough?” He didn’t bother to shift his gaze away from the fish while he spoke to Heronflight, seeing the tom through his peripheral vision was enough.

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Watching the hare rush to get away from the likes of him, Jaguarpaw slid to a halt against the ground to catch his breath. There was no need to keep scurrying after the prey, not when it was trapped thanks to Stagfell, Scorchstrike, and Jayspring who were now pressuring it’s capture. There was no way it could escape it’s demise, it’s death was endgame!

Anxious to get back to helping his clan mates, Jaguarpaw was on the move again, feeling as if he rested long enough. At this point in time, Stagfell had already caught the hare, but now he was taking it down and the apprentice was determined to assist in the kill. He could see that the hare was still being troubling even it was about to die, it’s legs being a big nuisance. Just give up! The bengal tom though angrily, taking his anger out by swiftly clamping his teeth on the hare’s hind foot and yanking back for a better hold. Careful enough so that the other foot had a hard time spazzing towards him, he wouldn’t want to get clawed in his eye. A quick glance was given towards Stagfell, hoping the tom would have an easier time now.

[Laetificat]

Birchkit — Tags: Waspstrike, Brackenfoot
They refused to answer him. Even after Cinderpaw had seen him, they wouldn't answer. Birchkit knew his mother was still trapped inside there. He had caught a faint whiff of her warm, familiar scent despite all the dust and desperately ached to run and help her himself. His ears deaf to the gentle pleas of the two queens to do so, Birchkit slowly went about eating the herbs, tears beginning to stain his dusty fur. No one wanted to help his family. They were still alive! They... they had to still be alive.

All Birchkit wanted to do was sleep. He huddled over himself, his long legs making the task an awkward one, though he managed with his four short moons of practice. Bearkit would come running any moment, barreling him head over tail- No, wait, they still needed to find him, didn't they? The tears wouldn't stop now, blurring his vision. How was he supposed to find his family like this? The words exchanged over his head sounded as if they were underwater, though the little tom understood the gist of it. Someone else needed to care for him. Brackenfoot was busy fussing over Waspstrike, whom seemed to be in pain. Had she hurt herself saving him? His mother would know what to do. He moved over to lay nearby, paws tucked under him and he stared numbly at the ground. Why hadn't Dawnbreak woken up?

Creekwillow — Tags: Blackstar, Frostpaw
They sat quietly after Worm- no, Larkpaw's... poorly timed interruption. Creekwillow wondered if Larkpaw would ever truly fit in, especially since one time she'd caught her twirling in a three-legged circle with her remaining paw sticking out. Watching her clanmates work tirelessly around her made her paws ache to do the same, but she had to be sure that Blackstar was okay first. She watched as he tried rising, before sinking back down and frowned. Blackstar needed to see Cinderpaw. "Perhaps Cinderpaw could visit Starclan to confirm who has perished...?" Creekwillow offered, tail swishing nervously behind her. "I think any more cats trapped could put someone else in peril. Waspstrike was nearly crushed, and I feel like the same may happen to others if we continue. Or maybe even worse. Sorry, that's not very motivational."

Frostpaw came up to the two, looking rather roughed up despite his determined attitude. She listened with her mate to the possible camp description and nodded in satisfaction and nostalgia. Blackstar and herself had traveled to the secluded spot many times, wanting to get away from the hustle and bustle of camp and destress. Creekwillow couldn't have picked a better place herself. She jolted as she realized Blackstar was standing up, automatically moving to support him before hesitating. He wouldn't want to look so weak to a clan just fresh from a disaster, would he? The silver she-cat sat back down, squirming with discomfort at her mate's hidden pain. Oh, why did he have to be so stubborn at times...

Saptongue — Tags: Fireflight
He wanted to argue that he wasn't some apprentice, not to mention there was probably dust all over the medicine cat den and its herbs, but Cinderpaw had already walked away. Saptongue instead grumbled to himself about unruly mouse-brained apprentices having no respect. At least Fireflight, apparently a respectable warrior despite his disability, could do more than boss him around. He eagerly began lapping up the water, slight film ignored as he drank to moisten his dry throat. Why, the ginger tom even began to groom him. He had actually begun to doze off when the other tom wandered off before going to the shabby fresh-kill pile and grabbing a skinny mouse from it. "Thanks," he said gruffly as it was placed in front of him before digging into the tender flesh. Saptongue didn't acknowledge Blackstar's announcement, instead preferring to continue eating. The southeastern ridge, hm? He had helped participate in the battle with that nasty fox that had lived in the nearby den. It had been one of his last battles before he had retired to the now crushed elder's den.

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⊳ ROOKPAW ⊲
She | 10 moons | Apprentice
Tags: Tatteredstem, Tigersiege | Mentions: Tornstream, Timberfall, Beartuft | Location: Camp rubble

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ Rookpaw’s call went unanswered, and she leaned back, ears flat with dismay as the air fell silent save for the distant conversations of her clanmates. In the distance, it seemed that Tornstream and Timberfall had managed to free Beartuft; good for them, thought Rookpaw, nose twitching. Her focus remained on the rubble before her. If she listened really close, she could still make out distant shuffling, the shifting of small rocks beneath the pile. Was it possible that the cat below had survived this long? If they had, would they for much longer? Was there more than one cat trapped, even? They were questions Rookpaw couldn’t answer, and she hesitated as she considered dismissing her mentor’s distant orders and attempting to move the rocks to get some answers.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ She found herself glancing up, though, when Tigersiege shouldered past, apparently having noticed the trapped cat’s cry as well. Tigersiege moved with apparent ease, not seeming to notice Rookpaw where she stood to the side as she went right to examining the situation. And then she was moving even closer, calling reassurances to the distant cat as she slid forward.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ Admiration—and below it, envy—curled in Rookpaw’s gut. She’d already been able to recognize why Blackstar had chosen Tigersiege as his new deputy, with her physical strength and ferocity, but her lack of hesitation at slipping into such a situation made it all the clearer. Despite the force of nature she could be, Tigersiege was fairly small for a warrior, and Rookpaw watched with wide eyes as she squeezed herself between the rocks, dark pelt disappearing into darkness.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ For a moment there was only silence, Rookpaw holding her very breath without realizing, and then she heard Tigersiege’s voice again—it was low, as if speaking to a cat right in front of her. Rookpaw shifted closer, ears perking. “There’s a cat down there, right? Are they okay? Do you need help?” she asked, leaning down as much as she could without disturbing the rubble she stood upon. The flurry of questions left Rookpaw’s mouth without deep consideration, flowing without particular care for answers—save for the last one. “I might be able to move some of the rocks, or fit in between them while you move them, or…” She trailed off, trying in vain to exhaust the probabilities that didn’t involve her going for more help.

↝ BATFLIGHT ↜
He | 30 moons | Warrior
Tags: Lavenderpaw, Brackenfoot, Cinderpaw, Waspstrike | Mentions: Birchkit, Blackstar | Location: Territory outskirts → Camp rubble

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ Batflight’s paws carried him back to their camp—or rather, he supposed, what remained of it—almost numbly, his movements driven more by muscle memory than anything. He and Lavenderpaw hadn’t spent much time away, but he had allowed himself to become distracted from the state the camp was in, and now that he was to return to it, perhaps for the final time, his body felt as though it was weighed down with stones and branches, each step a more difficult endeavor.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ As they approached, that feeling only intensified. This was where he was born, where he had grown up, where he had seen his half-sisters grow just the same. And now it was barely recognizable, destruction and heartache every which way Batflight looked. At the twist of his stomach, he focused again on the herbs in his grasp. Just because there were fewer of them than before didn’t mean they were any less mighty, nor did it mean it was time to give up. It would hurt, but they would be able to heal so long as they maintained their faith in one another.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ Lavenderpaw was quick to approach Brackenfoot and Waspstrike near the wreckage of the nursery, and Batflight followed. They had made good time, it seemed, from the announcement Blackstar gave mere moments after they slipped back among their clanmates’ ranks. The prospect of a new camp filled Batflight with twin sensations of relief and fear—but there were more important things to deal with right now, he reasoned as he made to set out the herbs he’d gathered and looked over his clanmates. It appeared some efforts to dig through the rubble had been successful, judging from the additional familiar faces around the ruins; Batflight’s heart twinged at the sight of Birchkit, looking so small and weary where he sat beside Waspstrike. What good fortune that he had made it through—but what sorrow, too, that it seemed none of the rest of his family had.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ At Brackenfoot’s words, Batflight straightened with surprise, attention shifting again. His eyes flicked over Waspstrike—and yes, she did look in poor shape, shaking and heavily breathing. Anxiety prickled along Batflight’s spine. And what a poor time for it, too, he thought. But at least her clan was here to support her, and it wasn’t happening at an even worse time.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ It was in Batflight’s instincts to rest a comforting tail on Waspstrike’s shoulder, but not knowing how she would take such contact, he held himself as still as he could instead. “Breathe, Waspstrike,” he assured her, hoping his tone was steady enough to be convincing—but it served as a reminder to himself too. “Everything will be all right—we’ll make sure you and the kits pull through. I can help Lavenderpaw with the moss or anything else she needs—” he was speaking now to Brackenfoot and Cinderpaw more so than the others, glancing their way “—but should I go let Blackstar know? Surely he won’t want our move rushed under these circumstances.”

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

‏‎‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ Stagfell was quick to seize the opportunity granted to him. Scorchstrike jolted back as he and the hare both went sprawling, a tangle that nevertheless resulted in a firm bite to its neck. In his grasp, the hare was still wriggling, kicking and clawing at Stagfell. She, Jaguarpaw, and Jayspring were in close pursuit, and golden eyes were wide and focused as Scorchstrike sought an opportunity.

‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ Before she could move, though, her apprentice was, bolting past to bite down on one of the hare’s hind legs. Smart, and his hold was strong, too—the angle could use a bit more work, but Scorchstrike would have time for minute criticism when it wouldn’t create an opportunity for decent prey to escape. Casting aside her swell of pride, Scorchstrike lunged to seize the hare’s free leg between her teeth. Musculature and life pulsed between her jaws, and Scorchstrike’s mouth curved into as much of a smile as she could manage; this was good prey, and though hunger rolled through her again, consciously she only thought of how well it would feed some of their weaker clanmates.

[Zyn]

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Brightfang had been hunting that morning, he hadn't taken Pigeonpaw this time and not because he didn't like his apprentice but because he needed space. The fact that his apprentice had been an outsider had made his furious at first, he had assumed that Blackstar had it out for him by giving him someone like Pigeonpaw. So imagine his surprise when the so called outsider began to grow on him. Nobody was more shocked than he was when he realized that he had stopped thinking of Pigeonpaw as an outsider but as a clanmate. That he was actually happy to be the young toms mentor was pleased to be training them on how to fight and be a warrior of Sageclan. He made a mental note to check in on his apprentice as he headed back to camp, the ceremony was going to be soon. Luckily he slide into camp right as Blackstar called for the clan to gather for a meeting. His green gaze flickered around the clearing, pausing for a heartbeat on Jaguarpaw, Ashpaw, Lavenderpaw and Rookpaw. The four apprentices were going to be made warriors today, they had been training for a long while so he supposed it was time. As he gaze flickered across the cats gathered he spotted on cream tom who looked as jumpy as ever, Cypresspaw, soon to be one of the oldest apprentices. The young tom was the same age as the other apprentices but had suffered some debilitating injuries and seemed to have gotten super jumpy ever since the accident. It was a wonder the young tom was able to sit as still as they were and he couldn't help but wonder if they would ever become a warrior. Before his gaze could be considered staring he tore his gaze away and continued to look around the clearing. Two of the kits, Cedarkit and Mothkit seemed to have gotten in trouble yet again but Plumfrost wasn't with her son. No she was sitting nearby with Brackenfoot. There wasn't much else interesting happening so turned his attention to their leader curious to find out the names that the leader had picked out.

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🍂 Queen || Molly || 33 Moons || Location: Camp || Tags: Cedarkit & Brackenfoot || Mentions: Mothkit 🍂

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Plumfrost crouched low to the ground, her belly fur brushing the soft grass. She was completely still her gaze riveted on a plump rabbit a couple fox lengths away. It was completely unaware of her. Forcing herself to move slowly she slide forward, her gaze never leaving the rabbit. When she was a couple tail lengths away she froze again. This time she slowly got ready to pounce, her hide quarters starting to wriggle and then something startled to rabbit and it took off. Glee charged through her chest and she shot after the rabbit, keeping so low to the ground her belly brushed the ground and her tail streamed out behind her. She was getting closer and closer when suddenly another rabbit came out of nowhere and kicked her in the head. With a grunt she was suddenly opening her eyes, disappointment filled her as she realized she hadn't been hunting she was still in camp. Hauling herself to her feet she peered around groggily. The culprit that had nailed her in the head was staring excitedly towards the camp clearing. It took her a moment for her mind to catch up, luckily Mothkit announcing that he was going to the ceremony was enough to jog her memory. Jaguarpaw, Lavenderpaw, Rookpaw and Ashpaw were becoming warriors, a ceremony long over due. Had the accident not happen all three would have been warriors already. Her gaze flicked to her remaining kit as he announced his decision to go and before she could approve he was darting away. Shaking the sleep from her mind she jogged after the small grey tom and into the clearing. As she stepped into the clearing she realized that most of the clan was already there, her and Cedarkit must be one of the few that hadn't already been in the clearing. Gazing around she made a mental note of where Mothkit and Cedarkit had gone before she made her way over to Brakenfoot. The older molly was a good friend and after the hefty kick in the head she wasn't too keen on hovering over the three moon old kits. That being said she wasn't too far away and could easily hurry over if something came up. "A warrior ceremony is always good, lightens the spirits" she purred.

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☾ Kit || Tom || 3 Moons || Location: Camp || Tags: Plumfrost & Mothkit ☽

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Cedarkit lay sprawled across his mother's flank, they had been taking a nap since he had a hard time sleeping the night before. His mother's muscles flexed under him as she churned her paws, her nose was twitching and it looked for the world as though she were chasing prey. Cedarkit had one of the two spots that were safe from his mothers churning paws. His gaze flickered to the second spot and for a moment he could picture his sister's dark tabby shape curled into a tight ball against Plumfrost's belly. It was so real and life like that for a moment he could pretend like his sister was still there. That any minute she would lift her head and stare about in that same dreamy way. However the image vanished when he blinked and he let out a small sigh as a pang of loneliness clawed at his heart. Thankfully a distraction appeared in the form of Blackstar's voice. His head shot up and he vaulted off his mother's flank, kicking her head the head on accident and eliciting a small grunt of pain from the light grey tabby. He started to rush forward when a familiar form came rushing over and he paused his ears pricked forward with excitement. Mothkit was going to the ceremony too. As the small black tom raced away he whirled to face his mother who was rising groggily and fixed her with his wide eyes. "I'm going to! I want to see them become warriors! I promise I won't be a bother" he squeaked as he clawed at the floor, his tail lashing with his giddiness. Then without waiting for a response he rushed after Mothkit, his paws thudding against the ground. He swerved to avoid a warrior and bounded to Mothkit's side as the black tom ran head first into another cats leg. Coming to a pause next to his friend he peered up at the warrior with round eyes. "You okay Mothkit? he whispered to his friend. From the way that they had recoiled it must have hurt quite a bit, the nose was a sensitive thing after all.

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🌿 Apprentice || Tom || 13 Moons || Location: Camp || Tags: Open 🌿

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Cypresspaw's eye slowly slid open, he had been trying to sleep a little bit but had found it impossible to fall asleep. Pushing himself to his paws he picked his way out of the apprentice's den, being careful not to step on anyone. He had almost made it out of the den without bumping into something when he rammed straight into the side of the den entrance. Recoiling he shook his head to try and clear the ringing and subconsciously looked around to see if anyone else had seen him being a fool before darting out of the den. If someone had spotted what had happened he might just perish from embarrassment. Still toughly embarrassed and self conscious his ears flicked back so that they were pinned to the back of his head as he slunk to the far corner of the clearing. He settled into a crouch and began to groom his chest fur. He was almost done grooming when he noticed that Blackstar had appeared, it must be time for the warrior ceremony. For a moment jealousy tugged at his mind before he managed to banish it. This was his denmates moment, there would come a time he too would become a warrior but this was not this time. This was their moment and he was proud of them. After everything they had been through they deserved their warrior names and he was proud to have trained along side them. As though bolstered by his denmates achievements he sat up straighter his one good eye glowing with pride. That is until something moved just beyond his line of sight and he jumped straight into the air. His neck fur rose and he spun to face what had drawn his attention. Only it was just Brightfang, the hostile tom had just slipped into camp. Forcing his fur to lie flat he tried to ignore the way the older tom stared at him. Sitting back down he wrapped his whip thin tail tighter around his forepaws and almost like he was deflating under the hard stare he hunched his shoulders.

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