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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2018 17:18:45 GMT -5
Marigoldpelt 
Marigold was struck still in the chaos, a ringing tone in her ears clearing out to hear the screams and cries of her clan. She felt useless. All she knew was cobwebs and marigold, and she was awful at fighting.
A kit's voice hit her, and Otterkit was in front of her, screaming and shrieking about something.
"Otterkit calm down! You need to be somewhere safe, Vipernose will be fine!" she told him, moving where he pushed her to see the unmoving body of Vipernose. Oh gosh. She picked up Otterkit and ran towards Vipernose, crowding both the kit and deputy with her body. She couldn't hear if the she was even breathing with all the noise. She shook Vipernose with trembling paws, hiding Otterkit beneath her belly to protect him.
"Vipernose! Vipernose! Can you hear me, please?!!" she cried. There was blood all over her paws, she couldn't tell what was causing the deputy to be unresponsive. She pressed her paws down on the bleeding on the deputy's neck, scooping up snow to clean it with little effect.
"Otterkit you have to run away, it is not safe for you here," she hushed to the kit, but did not take her eyes from the deputy. She hoped that Otterkit would not feel her trembling over his own.
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Post by Ferntrail on Aug 30, 2018 2:19:45 GMT -5
EVEN WHEN IM ANGRY, EVEN WHEN IM COLD
don't you ever leave me, don't leave me alone ”Help her” he growled, ignoring when she told him to go to safety. Vipernose was out there and just because he was little didn’t mean he couldn’t help her. ”Y-you have too help her!” As she picked him up he started squirming and shrieking; until it became obvious she was bounding towards the tabby.
He dutifully tucked himself into a small beneath her body, whiskers quivering. ”C’mon, Viper” he begged her, his damp face rubbing against her shoulder. ”Wake up, you’re okay, I’m okay!” he rubbed his face, a smear of blood being brushed across his forehead. She was definitely breathing, he could tell by the rise and fall of her flank.
”I’m not running away” he snapped, a fierce rush of protectiveness taking hold of him. ”Go find something to stop the bleeding, or whatever your supposed to do” he nudged her paws off Viper’s wound, slipping out from under her belly to press his small paws against it. ”Hurry” he murmured.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2018 19:34:22 GMT -5
Just when the red canine thought all the Clan cats had been accounted for, one of the tricky things lept out from behind him and bit his tail! The young cub had let out a screech full of pain and fury as he released the leg of his victim, Bluepaw, and swung his narrow face around to snap his teeth firmly in the air where Lavenderpaw had just been. The greyish molly had narrowly avoided him and was now taunting him, her pale pink tongue poking out in his direction.
The fox chattered its teeth in annoyance as it stood protectively over its meal, staring Lavenderpaw down. He would not step away from Bluepaw as it would open the felines up to taking his prey away from him, and he needed to eat to survive! The youngest cub would soon discover that luck wouldn't be on his side as a force much larger than the apprentice he was fixated on landed on his hindquarters. A bark of frustration ripped from the foxes throat as ten needle sharp claws sank into his skin, blood oozing up to the surface where Hollowdusk had pricked him.
Try as he might, this damn cat wouldn't stay still long enough for him to land a good bite! As soon as the fox slung it's head to the side where Hollowdusk had just been, his teeth would be snapping at only a few loose strands of fur, if he was lucky. Little did the fox know, however, that Hollowdusks strategy was working. He was still standing, yes, but with each shove, Hollowdusk gave him the fox would take a step further away from Bluepaw to keep his footing. The one time the red canine finally predicted just where Hollowdusk would be, the Shadowclan warrior was ready for him. The fox swung its face, ready to sink it's sharp teeth into Hollowdusks skinny body and the tom lashed out, his strong forearm smacking him directly in the muzzle and causing him to reel backward, shaking his head to clear the spots from his vision.
The fox couldn't stop the aggravated wail that left his throat as he saw Hollowdusk carrying Bluepaw away. Damn it! That was supposed to be his kill! Feeling a new surge of anger roll in his belly, the fox turned it's narrowed eyes onto the rest of the cats, to see where the weakest link was. It didn't take him long to discover a tiny outcropping of cats, and the bright orange coat of Marigoldpelt caught his attention. Licking his lips, the fox cub bounded forward, his long legs carrying him in giant strides compared to a clan cats gait.
The fox jumped forward, his slim body arching through the air as he brought his paws close to his muzzle and shifted his weight to his feet. He landed squarely on Marigoldpelts back, squishing the she-cat a few inches into the snow. Determined not to let anyone get in his way of this kill, the fox wasted no time in snapping his sharp teeth around the orange cat's neck, blood staining both snow and nearby cats alike. Not wanting to take a chance in having his prey snatched out from under his paws, the fox shook Marigoldpelt violently in his jaws before throwing her roughly to the ground, watching the molly skid and roll through the snow.
The young medicine cat had eventually come to a stop in the snow, now resting on her side several tail-lengths from the rest of the Clan cats. The fox sensed his opportunity bounded over to the side of his discarded toy, ready to ensure that he and his brother would eat well tonight. Now was his chance. He had to act quickly before another Hollowdusk came to snatch the prey out from under his nose.
Teeth pierced the soft skin of Marigoldpelts throat, the strong jaws of her attacker forcefully sealing off her airway as he bit deeper, and deeper until he finally felt a snap. With Marigoldpelt limp in his jaws, the fox released the molly so her battered figure slumped into the snow. Throwing his head backward, the fox opened his jaws wide and let out a cry of victory. He would continue to wail, praising his own accomplishments for everyone to hear.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2018 3:51:14 GMT -5
|| FALLENSTAR ||
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Do I look lonely?
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It was truly a mess of stained snow and torn fur. After having himself flung from the foxes back, the orange tom knew he was airborne but once his skull landed atop something hard concealed under the snow, he knew that he needed to stand back up. His bones felt cold but his blood rolled and boiled beneath his skin. The tom knew the others needed him but his paws felt heavy with each attempt to stand. But he had to push through. It was absolutely necessary if he wanted to survive and if he wanted the others around him to survive.
Fallenstar finally whipped himself into shape and let an ear piercing yowl out before jumping back into action. Surviving today was well worth the splitting headache that he would have in the coming days. Seeing his own clanmates being torn down and hurt by these wild creatures made him feel more powerful and he refused to let himself back down now.
And that was when his eyes caught the sight of the disheveled molly crumpled in the snow. And the crimson beast was yipping amongst himself all while Fallenstar already had a plot formulated in his head. He knew he had what it took, for he had been required to make plenty of kills unbeknownst to his clan and he knew if he were to pull himself back to that time, that place, that piece of his life, then he knew he would succeed. And it was now or never.
The large feline tumbled forward and let his paws sting as they crunched down on hardened snow and the gravel beneath it but he kept going. His paws carried him swiftly and silently closer and closer until he could almost pick up the slightest smell of that damn rancid animal’s breath. The creature, that monster, that fox had killed one of Fallenstar’s own and he was going to tolerate none of it. Therefore, as he raised his hackles and let out a drawling hiss, he knew what he needed to do in order to satisfy this rage boiling inside of him.
The tom cat threw his frame forward and his pulled his ears back as he lunged for the fox’s throat. With his head raised as he yipped, Fallenstar had had the perfect angle to close his jaws around that bastard’s jugular. But he couldn’t get a fucking grip. He tried to drop down lower to avoid getting hit as the fox began to flail about. He could see in its eyes that it already knew its own fate and that inspired the ShadowClan leader onward. He wanted to bite down again. He wanted to pierce this monster’s throat. He wanted to watch the warm, sticky blood clot up in his jaws and taste copper on his rough tongue. Fallenstar immediately knew, if he were to complete this task, he would be just as much of scum as he had once been but he knew now that he didn’t just want to kill, he needed to.
He was whacked on his head by one of the fox’s paws and he shook it off, the pain dulling on its own as the orange and white tom was overtaken with guilt and also a craving to kill. Lunging forward once again, Fallenstar clamped down on the fox’s throat and finally was able to pierce the skin as he detected iron and copper on his taste buds. He took a slight liking to the flavour but when the fox struggled under his grasp, he had to release his grip, otherwise he knew he would wind up flung onto another boulder. With a lunge, he wrapped his front legs around the fox’s neck and using his body weight, the tom fell on to his back to the ground in a risky move that would either pay off extremely well or it would ultimately get him killed and scurried under the animal’s belly. Blood fell onto the tom in small droplets at first as he slid his front claws down from his grip around the fox’s neck and then they continued to rake down his belly. The cat could hear the fox’s whimpers and yips but took no notice to how this scene might appear to others around him. He no longer cared. His bloodlust was too powerful to control by this point. He wanted this fox dead. And he wanted to be the one to do just that.
Fear flashed across his face slightly as the fox threw himself back and forth and was able to bite down on Fallenstar’s tail. He let out a deep yowl and hissed as he released his grip on the fox once more. It was now or never. The fox was rolling on the ground and Fallenstar could only see rage as he leapt forward.
In a fit of anger at the limp body of Marigoldpelt not too far from where he was now, Fallenstar had a vendetta. His fangs glinted and his maw was bloodstained but he did not care. With a careful move, his heavy form threw itself atop the quivering creature and he clamped on the throat. Perfect aim, for he could feel the jugular shaking and pumping blood much quicker than usual and the tom let his jaws tighten and then with a terrible crunch, he tore away and raised his head before letting out a yowl.
With wild eyes and a pelt caked I blood, he hoped most belonged to the fox but did not care right at that moment, Fallenstar placed a large paw over the fox’s skull and then dropped it down, pushing the deceased’s face into the dirty ground.
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Post by Ferntrail on Sept 5, 2018 1:08:41 GMT -5
EVEN WHEN IM ANGRY, EVEN WHEN IM COLD
don't you ever leave me, don't leave me alone Otterkit had been too focused on the limp form of Vipernose to even hear the fox. The thump of the fox squashing Marigoldpelt barely registered. It was the foul stench that made his head swivel around. His eyes widened, his whole-body stiffening. He took in the sheer size of the mutt, and the blood shining on it’s teeth.
Marigoldpelt’s blood. She-the fox-her neck- His small body started shaking as he shrunk under Vipernose’s neck, prodding her face. ”V-vipernose, wake up” His voice was raspy, his gaze flicking towards the fox. It was shaking the molly like a ragdoll, her body twisting and snapping in ways it shouldn’t. His eyes caught everything, the gashes in her neck. She was-she was dead? Or she would be.
The fox wasn’t done and flung the body onto the ground, it rolling through the thick snow. Oh gods, oh go- All thoughts were shattered as the fox attached itself to her neck like a leech and something inside him broke. His eyes were pinned on the bright red blood staining the snow and his mind slowly curled up into itself.
He did not see Fallenstar take down the fox, did not see Fallenstar claim victory. He only saw the stain of crimson, the dash of colour against the white.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2018 12:06:57 GMT -5
Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.
The grey molly practically danced around the fox as it snapped it's jaws around her, always managing to be just a second too slow to really capture her in its jaws. Lavenderpaw felt no fear as she teased the red canine, distracting it long enough so a combat trained feline could come to Bluepaws aid. Hollowdusk had performed fantastically in getting the fox away from Bluepaw and even landing a blow that allowed him enough time to drag the she-cat away! Lavenderpaw had never seen anything like it.
The she-cat stood off to the side of the fox, watching as it screamed it's anger into the afternoon air. She was prepared for the fox to focus on here again, but to her surprise, the fox never even looked in her direction. No, instead the fox targeted Shadowclans medicine cat. It bounded her way and Lavenderpaw took a leap forward, her eyes widening as she watched the large creature clasp Marigoldpelt in its jaws. Lavenderpaw was helpless to stop the foxes brutal attack. Marigoldpelt... wouldn't make it out of this. The apprentice didn't have the training she would need to know how to fight a fox. All she could do was close her eyes.
Baby blue eyes flew open when the foxes cries of victory were released with shrieks of pain. Fallenstar, Shadowclans leader, was getting his revenge on the creature for taking the life of one of his Clanmates. That was when Lavenderpaw spotted them- the fox had snatched Marigoldpelt up right next to the limp body of Vipernose and that poor, poor kitten. He had seen it all.
Lavenderpaw forced her stiff legs to move forward as she quickly sped up her pace, crossing the blood-stained field to reach Vipernose and Otterkit. The tabby kitten was staring dead ahead of him, his eyes wide and pupils dilated. Lavenderpaw bent her neck to gently nudge the kitten with her nose, a sad purr rumbling from her throat."Don't watch, Otterkit," Lavenderpaw cooed at him. "Let's get you and Vipernose out of here, okay? Up you get," Lavenderpaw used her muzzle to nudge Otterkit into a standing position before turning to grab onto the scruff of Vipernoses neck. She needed to move both of these cats closer to the others. She couldn't exactly blame the groups from moving backward as the foxes closed in on them, but she had hoped they would bring an unconscious deputy and defenseless kit with them. 409 words
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Post by Sharkfang on Sept 5, 2018 18:05:58 GMT -5
This battle was long and drawn out, and, considering the cat's shapes, he was surprised at how well they fought. It seemed they were as hungry as the two fox brothers but their anger drove them forward with battle cries that could be heard miles away. These cats were not going to give up. The fox was limping backwards with Vipernose in it's jaws, eyes wild as it searched for an escape plan. He hadn't thought this through all the way.
Suddenly, the cat in his jaws gained strength and slashed it's nose. The fox whimpered and let go quickly. Soon after, Fallenfox came from behind, leaped onto his shoulders, and pulled it's head backward in an attempt to expose his most vulnerable point in his body. His beady orange eyes met the tom's piercing green gaze and he snarled something deep and vicious. It leaned down and then shot back up on it's hind paws, sending the cat flying backwards.
Just when he thought it was over, Fern slipped under the fox and slashed it's belly, and then bit at it's leg. He screamed out into the cold air and backed up, slashing at the cat's flank with a large paw. The battlefield was chaotic. The snow had turned red with blood, there were injured people off to the side, and there were still quite a lot of people that haven't even entered the fight. They were protecting the vulnerable queens.
Then, a miracle. He whipped his head to the side to see his brother clamping his jaws into Marigoldpelt's neck... Yes, brother! Good job! He licked his lips as the blood splattered the cats next to the scene, and turned the snow red. Suddenly he felt his stomach growl. The same orange cat he had flung backwards was racing towards his brother. His paws lead him to a nearby bush to watch the scene go down. His heart was racing inside his chest as he watched Fallenstar's pelt turn red with his brother's blood. Then, a victorious cry sounded in the air from Fallenstar as he had taken down his opponent. His brother was dead.
Pushing away his fear, he knew what he had to do. He had seen battle before, but these cats were like nothing he had seen. They were ferocious and bloodthirsty. But so was he.
After gathering himself, he stalked in the distance behind bushes, far from the scene of battle. The bushes were thick and very close together, giving him perfect cover. Just to be safe, he rolled in the snow again, coating his red orange fur with white snow. The fox proceeded to stalk forward, his eyes on his target.
Now, he was only a few feet away from this cat. He licked his maw, the taste of iron filled his mouth but he was too focused to notice. His lips twitched and his tail flicked. He waited in silence, observing the scene around the target. It was silent. Empty. Perfect.
With a loud yell, the fox leaped from it's place and pounced onto Lavenderpaw. It's mighty jaws wrapped around her stomach, a malicious smile on it's maw as it tightened it's grip, subsequently snapping the she-cat's back. Then, for good measure, he picked it up, shook it, and threw it at a tree. He could tell the impact was a hard one, and he snickered to itself as he stalked towards it. His wounds were oozing blood which dripped down his fur and washed the floor with red.
Luckily, Lavenderpaw was dazed enough she wouldn't run, and besides; she couldn't run, he had felt her back snap in his jaws! Oh, what a wonderful feeling. The tom was limping towards his prey, eyes wild and hungry.
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Post by Ferntrail on Sept 6, 2018 2:37:08 GMT -5
death doesn't discriminate
Fern felt the foxes naisl tear into her hide, her thick fur being ripped to shreds-and the flesh beneath it. The fox was backing off, giving her enough room to stumble to her feet. Gore oozed from the wound, but after a quick glance she knew it hadn’t ripped into anything important. Didn’t stop it hurting like a bitch, though.
She took a wobbly step towards the retreating creature, the yowls and cries of the other cats masking her uneven footfall. Running her thick, dry tongue over her lips she inhaled the scent. Horrible, rotten. It was hers. Her large, thick ears swivelled backwards and her bright green eyes zeroed in on it’s fluffy tail.
The big, bouncy tail obscured most of her vision and she didn’t see Lavenderpaw before it was too late. She had barely opened her mouth to yowl when it crunched around the apprentice's stomach, a hideous cracking coming from the cat. shit, shit
Her eyes tracked the body that was flung into the tree, wincing at the thud. What should she do? What could she do? She could save this damn cat. She might not want to be saved, not without her spine, but she wouldn’t let her die. Flexing her claws she lunged up onto the tree in front of her, spearing them into the icy bark.
Her wound whined in pain but she hauled herself up onto the lowest branch. Her muscular body was not one for climbing trees but she still tried. By the looks of it, it was completely focused on it’s prey and wouldn’t notice it. One, Two, Three she inhaled and exhaled slowly, pushing her worries away and giving into the bloodlust that ran through her viens.
When she dropped she wasn’t dropping to hurt, she was dropping to disable. It was hard to time because he was moving, but her thick hind-legs managed to slam just below it’s shoulder blades and her front paws smacked into it’s head.
It was a funny feeling, her stomach rushing into her back before landing on him. She herself was stunned for a second, but she managed to push herself off it’s big body, claws scoring across the tip of it’s spine. She then raced towards the crippled cat, twisting around with a snarl.
Her eyes glinted with a challenge, a challenge that clearly said ’come get me, big boy’
between the sinners and the saints
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Post by Fawnstep on Sept 8, 2018 9:13:01 GMT -5
"When the gods are having a fight, everybody else better hold on tight."
Fawnstep had tried successfully so far to keep her cool. Even as Marigoldpelt, a she cat whom she'd just barely met days ago and whom she could've become good friends with, was snatched up and cracked almost in half by one of the foxes. Her heart was pounding, but she felt as if it was her duty to keep the smaller ones- the kits who could not fight- safe. Blue eyes raked the scene of scattered cats. Yowling, growling, and mewling from every direction as the young foxes wreaked havoc upon the newly united clans. There were only two left. Blue eyes flashed towards a movement she hadn't noticed before. Lavenderpaw had just been dancing around the foxes. Honestly, Fawnstep hadn't been all that worried. Her sister was nimble and light on her feet, while foxes were generally heavy because of their added size. The lumbering idiots they were, the molly would never have suspected... But her eyes did not deceive her. Anger flashed in the pit of her stomach as baby blue eyes fell upon the broken body of her little sister. The sister she had literally killed for. The sister who she would kill for one last time.
Fawnstep lunged forward, all the pent up adrenaline pushing her towards this fox faster than she even knew was possible. Weaving around cats, she dodged the snapping jaws of the fox and leaped up, front claws burying themselves in its neck fur and through the skin. She dug deeper, every ounce of anger she had was pushed into her movements. Her vision went red and the sound of her blood pumping deafened her ears. She had no other thoughts except kill. So that's what she did. Using a tactic she'd used many times before on countless cats, she plunged her claws as deep as she could into the mangy animal's chest, and gripped its neck in her teeth. A bite and a rip later, it was over. The red creature's legs buckled and it toppled. She fell along with it, the fox blood spraying onto her face. She didn't care. Her sister was gone. Killing the fox couldn't have stopped that.
Fawnstep stood on weak legs, her knees wobbling as she padded up to where her sister lay, still breathing- if only just barely. "Lavenderpaw... You're okay aren't you?" She croaked, eyes dry from shock. The she cat didn't want to believe it. Her sister was still here... She'd make it, right?
But in the back of her mind, Fawnstep knew what was about to happen.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2018 12:03:23 GMT -5
Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back. Darkness fell over Lavenderpaw and the she-cat felt her legs stiffen, her jaw going lax to release Vipernose as her fur began to spike along her spine as she turned her head, tilted her chin up, and spotted the fox just before it landed on her. At once the she-cat let out a startled yowl, using the small window of time she had to lurch forward with her front paws and send Otterkit skidding away through the snow.
"Run!" Lavenderpaw shrieked an order at the kitten as the fox closed its jaws around her midsection. Forty-two different teeth pierced the apprentice's skin and sank in deep, unaffected by the way her blood welled up from the wounds and streamed down her body. Lavenderpaw let out a screech as the fox continued to apply brute force to her body until-
A snap echoed in Lavenderpaws ears as her spinal cord lit on fire, easily becoming the most intense pain she had ever felt in her life. The young feline felt her head swim, her vision blur as darkness crept from the corners of her eyesight before overtaking the picture entirely. Falling limp in the foxes jaws as she fell unconscious, Lavenderpaw was unaware of the fox violently tossing her body about. She never felt the impact of the tree. She never saw Fern approach her body and protect it from the fox. She didn't see Fawnstep land a killing blow.
Blood pooled around the she-cat from her deep puncture wounds and, as Lavenderpaw began to regain consciousness, the she-cat was completely aware of the lower half of her spine feeling entirely numb. In a way, she was thankful that she couldn't feel anything below her ribcage. The intense pulsing in the vertebra above the break was enough to keep her from wanting to move at all, she couldn't imagine if her entire spine felt the same way.
At the sound of Fawnsteps voice, the she-cat gently lifted her head to gaze at her sisters face. Her eyes were wide, a mix of fear and pain, but not a single tear welled in her eyes. She had to be strong for her sister. "Never," Lavenederpaw let slip the she-cats original name. "I can't feel my legs. My head feels... weird, I feel dizzy." As blood continued to seep from the she-cats wounds, Lavenderpaw rested her head on the snow next to her, angling her face so she could still watch her sister. "I'm sorry to.. leave you like this." Lavenderpaw gasped out as if the reality of the situation had just hit her. She was going to die here. Fawnstep would have to go on without her.
"You know, I never once regretted not having Mother or Father in our lives," Lavenderpaw meowed in a gravelly voice, her eyes heavily lidded and beginning to water. "I had the best big sister any cat could ever have. You raised me, kept me fed and warm. You did everything for me. One day, if you ever have kittens of your own, you'll be the best mother. You'll just have to tell them that Auntie Lavender would have loved to meet them."
As tears escaped her eyes and ran down her cheeks, punching holes in the snow below her, Lavenderpaw let out a strangled purr. "Promise me you won't blame yourself for this, Fawnstep." the she-cat whispered. "I can die at ease knowing you never blamed yourself for something out of your control." As Lavenderpaw closed her eyes, her breathing began to even out. "Love you, sis. Forever and always..."
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Post by Vipernose on Sept 8, 2018 16:03:59 GMT -5
Vipernose
She found herself enveloped in darkness. No cat was in sight. What happened to the foxes? The journey? The clans? Where was everyone? How had she ended up here? What was going on? Question after question went through the deputy’s head, but none of them could be answered. She vaguely remembered trying to get to Bluepaw, but she never made it. Had she died?
Slightly panicked now, Vipernose whipped her head left and right. She couldn’t be dead. The fox had only shook her and drawn a bit of blood… Right? Half of her body felt frozen and wet, while the other felt sticky and damp with what she guessed was blood. But when she looked at her pelt, she looked completely normal. The tabby looked like she would on any day in newleaf - clean, well-groomed, and dry. She could hear a muffled voice in her ear, but couldn’t make out the words. It sounded like a young female, but it sounded like she was underwater. Vipernose could envision it: Herself and another cat in a river, the other cat moving her mouth but Vipernose not being able to understand the words because there was water rushing into her ears.
And then the wet feeling was replaced by a dull ache. It felt like she hadn’t moved in moons. Still, her fur was absolutely fine. She was standing in a black world, but yet it seemed like she was feeling what some other cat was feeling. None of this made any sense. Something warm curled into her chest, and the warmth traveled down to her paws and below her muzzle. A gentle nuzzle on her shoulder. Like an invisible kit was cuddling up to her. And then suddenly, it was gone. Something pressed against her neck, and pain spiraled through her body. Vipernose crumbled to the dark floor, howling in pain. What the hell? Where was that coming from? She didn’t have a wound on her neck! Unless…
She couldn’t finish her thought as something hot hit her body and oozed down her gray and black fur. Blood? Was it hers? What was happening? She heard distant screams and yowls, and she could make out the tone of Fallenstar. He sounded angry. But where was he? The molly still felt the pain in her neck, but it lessened slowly. She stood back up, looking around again. Nothing had changed.
The small ball of warmth hit her in her neck, but in a different spot than the first time. It didn't hurt. It only made her feel secure and safe. But it didn't stay stationary. The feeling trembled, and she was alert. Something was wrong. She could hear his voice, his plea. Otterkit needed her.
Vipernose knew she was unconscious. The tabby also knew she needed to wake up. All hell was breaking loose in the real world, and she was slowing everyone down. The she-cat squeezed her eyelids shut, biting down on her lip, trying to force herself awake. She could feel the blood dribbling from her bottom lip, and that only made her bite harder. She ignored the small mouth that closed around her scruff and drug her away, she ignored the yelling, she ignored the blood soaking her fur.
With one last, hard bite, the darkness was lit up with a bright white light, and her eyes opened. As her amber orbs adjusted, horror engulfed her while she took in the whole scene.
All hell really had broken loose.
Otterkit was a few mouse-lengths away from her. Fallenstar was even farther away, standing on the body of a fox. Marigoldpelt - oh my fucking god, she thought. It was all she could think when she looked at their medicine cat. Dead. Tears pooled in Vipernose's eyes. This was her fault. If she just hadn't-
A scream tore through the clearing, followed by a sickening snap. Her head turned faster than the rest of her body did, and pain shot through her neck and chest. She didn't care. All she cared about now was what was in front of her. Lavenderpaw was thrown into the snow, and the fox was ready to kill. But out of nowhere, the female rogue from earlier plummeted down on the red animal from above. The female jumped in front of the apprentice, ready to protect her.
Fawnstep leaped onto the large mammal's neck, then sunk her teeth into it. The whole forest held its breath as the fox took his last, and then it was over. Both enemies were dead.
And Lavenderpaw was dying.
Vipernose couldn't let go of the fact that it was her fault. If she hadn't been so stupid and blindly attacked the fox, Marigoldpelt would still be alive, and Lavenderpaw wouldn't be fighting to hold onto her life. She couldn't let another cat get hurt.
So she stood and ran to Otterkit, trying not to fall over. The world was spinning and everything was blurry, and she could barely tell if she was even going toward the tom. Vipernose probably looked pathetic, stumbling around. Not knowing what the fuck she was doing.
But she made it to Otterkit eventually, and she used her nose to locate him. Once her muzzle brushed fur, her teeth grasped his scruff. He had witnessed death, and he was most likely in shock. The deputy had to get him to safety, even though both foxes were dead. "C'mon Otterkit," she said around his scruff, her words slurring. "We gotta get ya to safety." Vipernose couldn't even understand herself, and she felt very sick.
Once she got the kitten to the group of terrified cats huddling together, she dropped him and turned away to vomit blood into the white snow. The red liquid also oozed from the bite wound in her neck, but before she could do anything about it, her legs gave out underneath the weight of her body and she collapsed. She didn't go unconscious again, but she wasn't exactly conscious, either. Tears fell from her half-closed eyes, but she held in her sobs. She couldn't break down in front of everyone. That would make her look weak, and they couldn't have a weak deputy.
Maybe they would forgive her for the deaths today, but that didn't mean she'd ever forgive herself.
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"I thought nothing good would ever happen to me-that I was in hell after it froze over, thawed, and then burnt to the ground."
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Post by Ferntrail on Sept 26, 2018 0:01:48 GMT -5
EVEN WHEN IM ANGRY, EVEN WHEN IM COLD
don't you ever leave me, don't leave me alone Otterkit whimpered, pushing his damp face into Lavenderpaw’s side ”Please h-help her” He rasped, struggling to voice his thoughts. They had stumbled a few steps forward before yet another figure slammed into the cat behind him. Hearing the thump of Lavenderpaw slamming into the tree, he turned around on trembling legs. Oh gods, oh gods, not again.
His small body started shaking as he hiccupped and coughed, trying to draw in a deep breath. When he got that deep breath he starting wailing, the sound horrid and ear-shattering. It had all gone so so wrong. Marigoldpelt was d-dead, Lavenderpaw probably was d-. All thought were silenced as his wailing halted, limbs buckling under him.
Time seemed to halt as he curled up into the snow. Vipernose picking him up didn’t affect the daze he was in, legs dangling down as she hauled him along. What kicked him out of it was her scent, which he chased through the heavy musk of blood. ”V-vipernose?” he let out a little broken sob, clinging to her chest.
When she gently dropped him he let out a mewl of horror, whining slightly. He didn’t see the blood she vomited out, heck, he could barely see anything. When she dropped to the ground he let out another cry, teetering over to her. ”Vipernose” he murmured, almost sighing. Shock and horror took a hold of him and he slid under her arms, curling up into her chest.
It was so, so easy to close his eyes and let the darkness chase away Marigoldpelt and Lavenderpaw’s haunting gazes.
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Post by Ferntrail on Sept 26, 2018 0:19:32 GMT -5
death doesn't discriminate
Fern watched Fawnstep bring down the fox with vicious efficiency, her own claws burning with bloodlust. It deserved to die slower, to feel the pain it inflicted not only to Lavenderpaw, but to her friends, family. When Fawnstep approached her dying sister Fern averted her eyes. Even the small glance she had gotten at Lavenderpaw’s crippled, broken body was enough to remind her of her own brothers still, unmoving body.
It was a slap in the face, an abrupt reminder that she wasn’t here to be a rogue. She located all the highranks and they all seem occupied – apart from that fat orange one, but like fuck she was going to let him take all the glory while he stood around – Striding in front of the huddled clans she looked at them narrowed eyes.
”The foxes are dead, but the threat is not! Every minute you stand there you are inviting more powerful predators to come pick the rest of you off. We need to tend to our wounded and replenish ourselves” The worlds flowed easily as she addressed them in a loud voice. ”The foxes wanted to eat us, so we will do the same to them. They tried to take us down and they gods damn nearly did! We are so, so close to our new home and if you give up now, I will personally beat your ass. Marigoldpelt and Lavenderpaw did not die for us to stay here, so we will bury them and then move on. For ourselves, for our family, for our kids”
Panting slightly from her big speech she dipped her head at the crowd, then in Fallenstar’s direction. Fern hoped the cats would listen and move on as fast as possible, hoped that they listened to her.
between the sinners and the saints
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Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2018 14:50:52 GMT -5
I said hey look Ma, I made it.
Still upholding his protective stance around a group of young cats, Owlpaw had witnessed the foxes death with a blank, empty stare lingering in his eyes. He had seen death before, of course, including the life of his own mother. Seeing the light leave the eyes of his enemy did not disturb him, however, having just witnessed the death of Marigoldpelt had unnerved him more than he had expected. After all, he hadn't personally known Marigoldpelt very well, they had only really conversed for the first time during the journey when she treated his wounds from his spat with Bluepaw. Why would he feel a sadness in the pit of his stomach for a she-cat he hadn't even really known?
Perhaps it didn't matter how well he knew someone, for, in the end, Marigoldpelt was still a Shadowclan cat. She was part of his Clan, so Owlpaw was partly responsible for her wellbeing. The tabby tom couldn't help but think that if he hadn't gotten into such a stupid fight with Bluepaw, maybe he would have been well enough to protect her.
Only when Fern stepped up to address the cats did Owlpaw blink mint green eyes before looking over the cats he, and a few others, were protecting. They were a little scared, of course, but otherwise unharmed. They were in better shape than Otterkit was, that poor kit had had an unobstructed view of everything that just happened. Blinking his eyes again, Owlpaw muttered some reassuring words to the young kits before breaking off from the group, allowing the older felines to comfort the young while he walked over to Marigoldpelts beaten and broken body.
Owlpaw respectfully touched his nose to the medicine cats corpse, giving silent thanks for all the work she had done, even if it was a rather short period of time. She had saved him from possibly bleeding out when he made a mistake, and now she was the one lying motionless in the snow. It was unfair, and there was nothing Owlpaw could do about it now. She was gone, and if Starclan were real, she was walking amongst them now. After a few moments, Owlpaw rose to his paws, straightening his spine before trotting a few paces away and settling onto his haunches. He would watch as the other cats came up to say their goodbyes to Marigoldpelt, and then he would help bury the she-cat.
During his downtime, Owlpaw began thinking about how he could prevent something like this from happening again. Marigoldpelt would not die in vain. 427 words
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