WHAT DO YOU STAND FOR — ATTACKED

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    [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Sweetophelia had been travelling throughout BlizzardClan territory as usual, her mind lingering on ColouredClan and ShadowClan after recently having been informed of the new strife between BlizzardClan's allies. From her understanding, the bad blood had started at the hands of a child of all people, a fact that had intrigued the BlizzardClan leader. Soon her thoughts moved onto BoneClan and their leader's stubbornness at the prospect of dropping his membership in the Cartel. It still puzzled her deeply. Who would be loyal to Bill Cipher of all animals? After all of the pain he had inflicted, the innocents he had brutalised and raped?


    The Targaryen was pulled out of her internal contemplations when she was suddenly attacked by an unknown animal, quick and efficient. In all of the sudden violence and chaos, Sweetophelia had been unable to identify her assailant but all she could make out was a blue creature - a feline no bigger than she was. She soon felt the burn of unrelenting claws down her flank. Fortunately, the BlizzardClan leader was able to evade most of the following attacks after initially being caught by surprise, all thanks to her favoured trick in teleportation. After her flash of fire had died down, the mysterious attacker had disappeared with no scent by which to identify them. All she could remember of the entire encounter was the colour blue.


    Her injured flanks bleeding heavily, Sweetophelia glanced around at her surroundings, slowly recollecting herself. Why? Had someone ordered a hit on her? She couldn't believe that it was a totally random attack - and it wasn't. Although this information remained unknown to Sweetophelia now, her assailant was the very same animal who had murdered her prospective daughter-in-law, Amour Darling, just days before.
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    Mack was still recovering from his eye injury, but his good eye had glanced at the leader who had been attacked. With a gasp, he realized she was covered in her own blood. "Sweetophelia!" He cried out, loping over in an urgent manner. A small whine of concern slipped from his lips as he noticed the claw marks on her flank. He racked his brains for something he could use before the medics could arrive. Uh—wh-what can I do?" He murmured anxiously, mainly to himself. Curse his lack of healing skills.

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    [center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][font=times new roman][align=justify]Pierce had been on a little hike around Blizzardclan territory when he heard Mack's concerned shouts. "Sweetophelia!" Was Sweet okay? The serval raised his head, heart hammering against his chest, and perked his ears toward the sound. Racing forward, he soon found himself by the leader and the deputy. "Sweet!" he exclaimed, tail giving a nervous lash, "What happened? Should I go get Kamari?" He eyed her bloodied coat anxiously, large ears back with uncertainty. Who had done this? He knew it was a dangerous life as leader if you had enemies, but this was a real shocker. At least she was alive. Amber eyes wide, he watched Sweetophelia for an order, though he was ready to run for help if needed.


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    [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Sweetophelia stiffened as she sensed the approaching animals, remaining tense even when Mack and Pierce revealed themselves to her. Her deputy and her vice-leader. How convenient - they would both stand to gain something if she had died right then and there. In fact, they would have the most to gain of all. Disturbed by her own dark suspicions and her new readiness to believe that she would be turned on so quickly by her own clanmates - the animals she had sworn to protect and lead - the Targaryen forced herself to relax into her seat, her pale lilac gaze shifting elsewhere.


    No, it was the Cartel. Who else would attack her in such a sporadic manner? So suddenly? She had been ambushed, and the BlizzardClan leader was entirely certain that this would not be her last encounter at the jaws of death. Licking her suddenly-dry mouth, the tall feline winced at the renewed stab of pain at her heaving side. "One of you find Kamari quickly - Iselotta or Wisteria maybe." Any one of them would do. Her teeth gritting harshly, Sweetophelia sought to slide up higher against the tree supporting her back. She was not going to bleed out to death on the forest floor - only meters away from camp, from her home, from her family. Her sons - they were still so little. She couldn't abandon her sons again. "Quickly, please," she repeated her request. Panting heavily, the Ragdoll gingerly looked down at her injuries, the dark red liquid clumping her once-neat white fur together. "It's not that bad," Sweetophelia murmured aloud, slowly growing dizzy by the growing loss of blood. Her statement teetered on the edge between a plead for reassurance from her clanmates and words meant to reassure her clanmates.
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    ISELOTTA DAAÉ
    [color=gray]White Panther | BlizzardClan Medic Trainee | 2 years | [color=#7F0037]Bold #7F0037

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    Lottie had been in the Medicine den when she heard the commotion, someone yelling about Sweeopheila. Her expression dropping, the Medic Trainee stuck her head out of the den to try and hear better, quickly turning back in as she gather up a basket with cobwebs and marigold, a similar trick that Wisteria had done; basic supplies in case of emergency until the situation could be uncovered. Without wasting another beat, she turned and padded out of the den quickly, heading toward the sound of commotion. It was further out than Lottie thought, but she pressed on, her eyes widening slightly as she saw sweet. "Oh, Madame!" she called out as she sat the basket down near Sweetopheila so she could inspect the wounds. Kamari wasn't here, neither was Wisteria, so for now, she was on her own. "You're alright, I'll take good care of you, like always," she attempted a warm smile to calm her leader. Despite her memories calling out warning bells in her head, she could only recall kindness and warmth from Sweetopheila. She was a good leader, a good cat, and Lottie would do anything to help her. The sight of Mack made her pelt bristle slightly, and the back of her head pound with a headache, but she quickly shook it off as she focused on her leader.


    Taking a deep breath, she then turned back to the basket for the Marigold to hastily make a polituce, of which she would press into Sweetophelia's wounds, only to then grab the cobwebs to do her best to staunch the bleeding and wrap up her wounds.


    What had happened to Sweetopehila? She bore no scent of her attacker, and she couldn't think of a single BlizzardClan member that would want to hurt Sweetophelia, so... who could have done this? It was certainly a question for later. For now, Lottie remained focused on her task.


    Olive was the next to race up. "Tell me if you need help, Iselotta." she barked. Though she knew little about herbs, she wanted to help.

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    Kamari was so glad that Iselotta was so quick to get right to work to heal Sweetophelia. The medic was proud, to say the least. She arrived calmly, eyes wide as she observed her apprentice working on the leader's wounds, nodding in approval. Lottie seemed to be doing everything correctly so far, and so the tabby continued to watch, not wanting to interfere as this was a good experience for the medic trainee. Of course she'd be here if she was really needed though, but for now she was merely watching, gazing up at Sweet with a slight frown. Now, who could've done this to her leader? That information was unknown to the medic, though she was starting to grow worried with how many clanmates had continued to be attacked.


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    ALEKSEI

    [fancypost=borderwidth=0px; width: 480px; text-align: justify;][font=georgia]It wasn't every day that Aleksei sneaked out of camp. In fact, this was the first time he did it. Usually, the tabby was rather cautious and wary of everything, but there was something off that he sensed about the camp today. Like they were being watched. It was a rash action from the not so usually rash Aleksei and after seeing his mother slip out of the camp, the kitten followed on soft pawsteps. He would keep close to her, and should anything happen, she would be in hearing range.


    Unfortunately, he'd lost track of her--though he heard the commotion of fighting. Blood, the smell of blood--strong and pungent reached his nose and then a bright flash in another direction. On edge, the tabby kitten had cautiously crept closer towards the scene, his eyes narrowing as he spotted the wounded leader being tended to by the BlizzardClanners.


    She'd been attacked, that much was obvious. The medics were already attending to her so Aleksei saw that he couldn't do much to help, even if his only sort of help was finding someone to tend to her. The tabby cast his gaze across the scene as he padded closer, noting those who were there before his attention turned towards the leader. "Who attacked you?" he asked, tilting his head slightly in a curious fashion.
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    [center][font=times new roman][color=#c4ceff]"NOW DESTINY'S CALLING OUT YOUR NAME."

    Wisteria happened to be with Lottie, in the den, when they heard the calls. She watched as Lottie put together a basket and leave, and debated whether or not she should be out there, too. She decided, yes, because there could be more fighting, in which case more medics would be needed.


    She decided to forego extra herbs, as Lottie had already taken quite a few, and set out to follow her path. She ended up approaching soon after Aleksei, shooting a slightly surprised glance at the kit. After all, he seemed like he followed rules better than most of, well, everyone. She didn't expect to see him way out here. Though, she didn't seem to linger on him for too long, as she noticed her past mentor being the patient. She should've expected so, since it was her name being called. Perhaps she hoped for the better?


    Wist padded over, stopping near Kamari as she watched Lottie get to work. She figured the older cat had this covered, specially since their mentor wasn't pitching in to help. Still, she couldn't help but wondering if she should. Instead of questioning the leader, Wist focused her attention on Lottie, tail swishing. "Do you need any help?" she asked the other, still on her paws but lingering near Kamari.


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    Storm was silent, tilting his head slightly as he arrived. He couldn't smell anything, and he was quite sure that if he couldn't, that almost no one would be able to identify the scent... Which disturbed him. He was supposed to be useful right now, and yet he wasn't. Maybe that's why Çelina had left him. Maybe that's why everyone seemed to leave him. "I-I c-can't smell a-anything e-either... He or s-she m-must have planned t-this q-quite well", it was the trainee's only remark, looking around with curious eyes, trying to find out if the attacker had left some kind of sign. It didn't look like it. Which probably meant it hadn't been a Cartelian, as they tended to leave a scent or some sort of hint. That didn't help though, as it only made the matter more difficult.

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    ISELOTTA DAAÉ
    [color=gray]White Panther | BlizzardClan Medic Trainee | 2 years | [color=#7F0037]Bold #7F0037

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    Lottie spared a glance over her shoulder to Wisteria, noting the form of Kamari there before she turned back to her leader's flanks. Situating some more cobwebs across the wounds, she gave a little nod to the other Medic Trainee, "Yes Mademoiselle, perhaps if you would like to help with her other flank? We should get this bleeding under control quickly," she'd muse softly, sending Olive a little nod of acknowledgement for her offer, though Lottie understandably would rather have Wisteria at her side, someone she knew better and was learning medicine with her. Since Kamari was standing by, she could at least take a little pride in that she was doing something right.

    [center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 375px;][font=andale mono][align=justify]The sounds of a fight were rather uncommon in Blizzardclan - it was bound to draw a crowd. Riddler was one of them, traveling a distance off the territory to see what the commotion was. He hadn't been expecting to see the scene he did - Sweetophelia, blood staining her fur, being tended to by medics. For a split second, he felt terrified - was she dying? He couldn't lose her - but the feeling quickly faded after looking at her for just a moment. The medics were taking care of her. The injuries were non-life threatening with their help. Of course, there was every chance something could go wrong, but his brain had already moved on.


    The feeling that washed over him next was one that he could actually identify and understand - anger, and a lot of it. Someone had done this to her. Someone had the nerve - the audacity to lay a single claw on her. It was clear what their intentions had been too - an ambush while she was alone, and the damage they had done, indicated someone wanted her dead. This discovery had triggered something in him, or perhaps it had just let something free - Ed's dark suggestions suddenly didn't seem so bad when he had someone to inflict it upon. Someone deserving of some pain.


    "Sweet," he managed, leaning as close as possible to his girlfriend without interrupting the medics. "Sweet - who did this to you?" His voice was low, and his eyes had taken on a dark glint. Someone had to be to blame.


    [spoiler=tags]GENERAL
    -Riddlersgame Nygma
    -Male
    -Domestic tabby
    -Bisexual
    -Paladin
    -Taken
    PHYSICAL
    -Tall, skinny brown tabby with white paws and a small smudge of white on his chest. His eyes are green/brown and he wears rectangular black glasses.
    PERSONALITY
    -Intelligent
    -Odd
    -Awkward
    -Loyal
    -Friendly
    -Polite
    -Obsessive
    -Compulsive
    -Unpredictable
    -Unstable
    INTERACTION
    -Hard physically
    -Currently medium mentally, due to mental issues
    -Attack in #00FF00
    -No maim or kill
    -Can powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions
    RELATIONSHIPS
    -½ of Swiddler
    -Mentoring Pierce
    OTHER
    -Mentally unstable
    -Split personality disorder/Schizophrenia results in Ed, a 'darker' version of Riddler - Ed gives him bad ideas, speaks in his head, and occasionally manifests as a hallucination.

    [center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=times new roman][align=justify]It was likely that Pierce would be upset if he knew what Sweetophelia's first thoughts had been when he and Mack arrived. Why on Earth would they turn on her? She was a fair, experienced leader who had a family - it would be awful if she were to die. Anyway, there was no way he wanted to take her place. In his eyes, he didn't have anything to gain if she died; more so to lose a leader and acquaintance, and then be faced with the daunting duties of leading a clan. No thanks.



    He relaxed when the medics arrived, letting out an exhale of relief seating himself, though he still eyed Sweet cautiously in case anything went wrong. He didn't have any experience in healing, but he would help if needed. The serval continued to watch silently, heartbeat slowing to its regular pace, until Riddler arrived. Uh oh - Pierce knew that face. He was angry; well, of course he was, seeing as his girlfriend had just been attacked, but Riddlersgame's anger seemed... different from other people's, more menacing. It would be funny if it wasn't so strange, seeing as he was normally a friendly person. Pierce had seen him like this when he came to rescue him from the Cartel, the burning anger in his eyes. Something bad was certainly in store for whoever had harmed Sweetophelia, but who were they? He leaned slightly closer to the scene with his ears perked forward, listening for the ragdoll to speak.

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    It was loud, though there were no obvious shouts. The murmurs of the creatures surrounding his mother seemed to raise in decibles as they talked over each other. And that was why the kitsune had come across this scene in the first place. Naturally, he felt panicked by the scent of blood and the crowd of medics surrounding his mother. Considering the situation, his dislike of the medic team was quickly forgotten, as was the existence of the others in the area.


    He didn't speak yet, his mouth was too dry with fear. Was she dying? Was this how his clanmates felt when Tama and the other passed? Perhaps he was a bit too critical on them then, he should have been more understanding but now, Mieczyslaw knew what it felt like to be in the risk of losing someone he loved. Rushing forward, the child would push his way through the crowd just to reach his mother. She was obviously in pain, the claw marks on her side were deep and incredibly bloody. But thankfully, it didn't seem life threatening, as of yet. There was that suspicion in his mind that infection may set in if the medics didn't do a good job. So, the threat of death was not over.


    "Momma," Mieczyslaw would finally speak after heavy breaths caused by the exertion of running. It was all he could really say, maybe he was overeating but the child couldn't bring himself to speak anymore. Tears prickled his pale amber eyes that were still alight with panic for a good few moments before his thoughts returned to the medics. They better do a damned good job. Without another word, the child would press himself comfortingly against a side of Sweetophelia's that was unmarked by injuries and stay there, occasionally offering her licks. If anyone dared to remove him, he would claw their eyes out, Mieczyslaw would mentally swear while his breathing was coming under control.


    And it was then the strangest thing happened to him. Instead of breathing out the regular faint grey puffs of smoke, the kitsune's slight erratic breathes yielded a darker gas, something he had never seen before. Whatever it was, Mie told himself to figure it out later as he was preoccupied now. Considering the other kind's harmlessness, surely this darker one wouldn't be a problem. But unbeknownst to him, it was a peculiar numbing gas. His body had subconsciously responded to the stress of the current situation and produced a faster alternative in an attempt to alleviate his mother's pain. However, whether it worked or not would depend on the ragdoll's compatibility.
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    [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Who attacked her? That was the million dollar question, wasn't it? And it seemed as if they would all be walking away empty-handed. "I don't know," the BlizzardClan leader admitted, glancing from Aleksei to Riddlersgame. Her pale lilac gaze travelled over the rest of her gathered clanmates, lingering on Iselotta and the other medics tending to her injuries. She didn't move, exhausted as she was but her eyes brightened further when her second son approached, sweet Mieczyslaw. Gently laying her tail over his shoulder, she allowed him to curl up beside her. She was just as comforted by the touch as Mieczyslaw was. "I just remember blue - the colour blue. They weren't much bigger than me, another cat maybe but that's all I can recall," she managed eventually, slowly growing more alert. Sweetophelia pinned her new clarity of mind to the medical assistance she was receiving and the appearance of her family and her clanmates, but undoubtedly it was the dark gas that played a crucial part in her mitigated pain. For now, she didn't suspect that Mieczyslaw's natural smoke contained any sort of medicinal properties - simply pegging it as a strange Targaryen aesthetic she hadn't yet witnessed in kin.
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    As the medics arrived, the deputy stepped back to let them work on the leader. Sweet was important to the clan — if anything worse had happened to her, they would be in a shambles. With a soft frown, Mack noted the appearance of the attacker. It was vague, unfortunately. His eye injury was keeping him from doing much, paired with debilitaing migraines and sudden dizziness. His flying would surely be sloppy and off-balance so his typical aerial searches would do nothing.

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    ALEKSEI

    [fancypost=borderwidth=0px; width: 480px; text-align: justify;][font=georgia]Aleksei glanced around, noting the reactions of the other BlizzardClanners. There were a few being useful, mostly the medics and Storm, who was at least making an attempt to track the attacker down, but the rest of them, like his brother, was moping.


    "Someone should send out a search patrol; there might be some other evidence farther out," the tabby kitten remarked, glancing over at Pierce and Mack, vice-leader and deputy, who should be able to do something of that sort, right? He didn't have tha capabilities of sending out patrols like that, so he was trying to delegate it onto them.
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    [center][font=times new roman][color=#c4ceff]"NOW DESTINY'S CALLING OUT YOUR NAME."