Post by mewmehh on Jul 25, 2019 21:24:45 GMT
(Eeek! Technically, Sablestar is not there- He's off tracking Eveningstar, so he's left the situation in basically Saltweed, Cherryheart, and I'm guessing Dogear's paws until he gets back.)
Saltweed snorted at Pinkpetal, irritated by her long-lost cousin's sudden outburst of haughty energy. Rolling her orange eyes, her aggressive expression softened to that of cold nonchalance as Screechstar approached with more of Rootclan. Damn you, Starclan. Why all at once? With a sigh, the short warrior trotted to meet the brown leader and gave a small dip of her head in respect. "I see. How unfortunate. However, Sablestar has shown to be a very...giving leader. You will all rest back at Mistclan camp, but stay close. I don't wish to see any of you take advantage of your gracious host." Turning back in the direction of her home, she flicked her tail and announced loudly, "All those fine enough to walk, follow me. All those injured wait here with Cherryheart. We'll have out Medicine Cat here shortly to help get you lot back safely. Stay put and don't do anything hare-brained!" She then bounded off with a few mixed warriors following after.
Bellfeather nodded as she listened to the spotted Mistclan warrior's words and sighed, getting to her paws. She looked off towards Mothclan, grimacing softly as smoke filled the sky with black. "I'll stay behind too," she meowed to Lizardpaw and Slugpaw, two of her three kits nearby enough to likely hear her. "You father's still out there, as are a few of our clanmates. Do as Eveningstar said and listened to the Mistclan warriors; go follow everyone and get settled and safe. We'll be there soon, loves." She gave them each a brisk lick and purred, "Don't forget to bring Flintpaw with you. Your father'd have your ears if you left your brother behind." There was a cheekiness to her voice as she teased the two, hoping that it would inspire them to relax a little after the whole ordeal. She didn't need them stressing at their young age over more than just training. Padding over to Cherryheart, the blue queen dipped her head with a smile and gently mewed, "How can I help?"
[tldr - Saltweed greets Screechstar and begins guiding the uninjured back to Mistclan camp, leaving the unable to move cats with Cherryheart and Bellfeather.]
"Mama, I'm hot," a small voice groaned as Shadowkit sprawled in the grass beside her mother and other littermates. Hopping up, the brassy she-kit announced, "I'm going too! I'm fit as anyone else!" Opalescent green eyes twinkled defiantly as she challenged Bunnyblossom, puffing up her chest as big as she could get it.
"Then you're a warrior, I take it? Man, how the moon fly." Darkstorm gave a tired chuckle as he padded up from behind Shadowkit, cuffing her over the ear with one of his enormous paws and settling down next to his mate. Giving a quick once over to check for any burns or wounds, he sighed in satisfaction and as well as somberly. Tucking in close to Bunnyblossom's hear, he murmured softly about Hornstrike's death without letting his kits hear before sliding down to his belly. "Where's Sablestar?"
"He's off looking for Eveninstar!" Shadowkit bellowed, hopping over onto her father's back. "Why's he so worried? It's not as if Uncle's like some lost kit! He's the leader of Mothclan for stars' sake!!" Her little black pelt was all thin prickles.
"Easy there, tiger. He's just being thorough is all. Luckily all the lost kits have been rounded up here." Poking his daughter with his tail, the black warrior snickered as she wobbled and fell off his back with a huff. Honestly, teasing his kits was all Darkstorm could do to keep from breaking down. He couldn't imagine how Eveningstar must be feeling, having lost one of his kits right in front of him. I don't think I could survive it...
[tldr - Shadowkit's getting antsy having to sit around do nothing, and Darkstorm finally arrives with Milkberry to Mistclan. Darkstorm has been particularly shaken by Hornstrike's death and worries about his mentor, reflecting on how he would deal with a situation as a new father himself.]
Saltweed snorted at Pinkpetal, irritated by her long-lost cousin's sudden outburst of haughty energy. Rolling her orange eyes, her aggressive expression softened to that of cold nonchalance as Screechstar approached with more of Rootclan. Damn you, Starclan. Why all at once? With a sigh, the short warrior trotted to meet the brown leader and gave a small dip of her head in respect. "I see. How unfortunate. However, Sablestar has shown to be a very...giving leader. You will all rest back at Mistclan camp, but stay close. I don't wish to see any of you take advantage of your gracious host." Turning back in the direction of her home, she flicked her tail and announced loudly, "All those fine enough to walk, follow me. All those injured wait here with Cherryheart. We'll have out Medicine Cat here shortly to help get you lot back safely. Stay put and don't do anything hare-brained!" She then bounded off with a few mixed warriors following after.
Bellfeather nodded as she listened to the spotted Mistclan warrior's words and sighed, getting to her paws. She looked off towards Mothclan, grimacing softly as smoke filled the sky with black. "I'll stay behind too," she meowed to Lizardpaw and Slugpaw, two of her three kits nearby enough to likely hear her. "You father's still out there, as are a few of our clanmates. Do as Eveningstar said and listened to the Mistclan warriors; go follow everyone and get settled and safe. We'll be there soon, loves." She gave them each a brisk lick and purred, "Don't forget to bring Flintpaw with you. Your father'd have your ears if you left your brother behind." There was a cheekiness to her voice as she teased the two, hoping that it would inspire them to relax a little after the whole ordeal. She didn't need them stressing at their young age over more than just training. Padding over to Cherryheart, the blue queen dipped her head with a smile and gently mewed, "How can I help?"
[tldr - Saltweed greets Screechstar and begins guiding the uninjured back to Mistclan camp, leaving the unable to move cats with Cherryheart and Bellfeather.]
"Mama, I'm hot," a small voice groaned as Shadowkit sprawled in the grass beside her mother and other littermates. Hopping up, the brassy she-kit announced, "I'm going too! I'm fit as anyone else!" Opalescent green eyes twinkled defiantly as she challenged Bunnyblossom, puffing up her chest as big as she could get it.
"Then you're a warrior, I take it? Man, how the moon fly." Darkstorm gave a tired chuckle as he padded up from behind Shadowkit, cuffing her over the ear with one of his enormous paws and settling down next to his mate. Giving a quick once over to check for any burns or wounds, he sighed in satisfaction and as well as somberly. Tucking in close to Bunnyblossom's hear, he murmured softly about Hornstrike's death without letting his kits hear before sliding down to his belly. "Where's Sablestar?"
"He's off looking for Eveninstar!" Shadowkit bellowed, hopping over onto her father's back. "Why's he so worried? It's not as if Uncle's like some lost kit! He's the leader of Mothclan for stars' sake!!" Her little black pelt was all thin prickles.
"Easy there, tiger. He's just being thorough is all. Luckily all the lost kits have been rounded up here." Poking his daughter with his tail, the black warrior snickered as she wobbled and fell off his back with a huff. Honestly, teasing his kits was all Darkstorm could do to keep from breaking down. He couldn't imagine how Eveningstar must be feeling, having lost one of his kits right in front of him. I don't think I could survive it...
[tldr - Shadowkit's getting antsy having to sit around do nothing, and Darkstorm finally arrives with Milkberry to Mistclan. Darkstorm has been particularly shaken by Hornstrike's death and worries about his mentor, reflecting on how he would deal with a situation as a new father himself.]