Blood dripped from the toms white maw as he heaved out a breath. His yellow gaze blazed through the clearing emptying of the tribe cats before silence crept across his ears. He spotted his clan gathering around the heap of fur that was left of their leader in the moonlight. Batstrike dipped his head in a nod to Mothstar, but his focus faded from the scene quickly as he spotted Shadowstorm. The lean battered tom only offered his former mentor a momentary look a relief before turning again with a scattered mind. He still was yet to see Cherrypaw and dread tugged at his heart as he wondered if he'd have to check among the fallen to find her.
The sight of Cherrypaw's orange and brown fur draped messily on her small build stretched the toms gait out as he bounded to her side. He stopped abruptly, nearly on top of her, reaching his forepaw over the top of her shoulder and around her neck to pull the apprentice into his chest. Batstrike embraced the cat he'd come to have unofficially adopted as a daughter for a second before releasing her of his sudden grip. Anxiety gone he examined her more carefully now with even more relief. Beaten up, but strong; her face had been cut up fairly bad, if it were any other she-cat he would have felt the need to comfort them about the scarring they'd received, but he knew his little fiery apprentice was probably be excited to have such 'cool' marks to tell her story. The tom was quite proud, she'd clearly held her own with no issue. He offered a weak smile to her before opening his posture to gesture to their lost leader with a flick of his long tail. The black and white tom turned, his relief returning to the somber nature the situation called for, and joined his clan for the vigil of Mothstar quietly.
Avatar Art made by Sabs! IvyClan: Finchtuft (MC) & Twitchwing MistClan: Hootswoop MothClan: Batstrike (Dep) & Sparrowlily RootClan: Claypaw Outsiders: Raptor (Rouge)
Cherrypaw found her breathing slow down in her mentor’s fur. Sure, it stung a little bit to move around and be held in such a way, but she almost didn’t mind. This was a weird feeling that she didn’t exactly know how to describe. The warmth was nice... and it felt secure, as if nothing could hurt her in this moment. Even if they were gross, bloody messes, she didn’t mind staying in this moment for as long as Batstrike would keep her.
When he let go, she tried to look at him, but the blood just made everything fuzzy and pink. Hopefully this wasn’t permanent! She thought whimsically to avoid actually thinking about her injuries seriously. The only way she could tell the cat before her was Batstrike was through his familiar scent; though it was covered up by the metallic scent of others she couldn’t recognize, she knew it was him. Somewhat begrudgingly, she stood back up onto her feet to join him quietly to respect their fallen leader. Cherrypaw didn’t personally know Mothstar too well, but she held a high respect for him, not due to his position, but for the way he held his clan together. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have found the makeshift family she had now. Thank you, Mothstar, and sleep well. You did a great job raising all of us, and we’ll take it over from here.
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