im so sorry [o, injury]

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    SOMETHING SO MAGIC ABOUT YOU!

    Berrykit - male - 5 moons - kit - Thunderclan - easy




    ❝ The scent of blood wafted in before he would, as he was moving at a really slow pace. Each step was the most pain he'd ever felt. His body was covered in superficial cuts, just deep enough to be gushing blood that was covering almost every inch of his pelt. The white parts of his fur covered in blood. Written in deeper scratches along his shoulder was the words , "I'm sorry." The kitten stumbled into camp, and upon seeing the familiar surroundings he collapsed. His bright gray eyes were the dimmest they had ever been and his pelt smelled vaguely of blood clan. His head lifted for a moment as he looked around, "Mommy?" His voice was soft, weak and raspy, as if he'd been yelling at lot recently. As he had been in pain while being tortured.


    //he is covered in scratches that are superficial, though the writing is very deep, there will be deep bite mark on his head, and a larger gash both on his chest and one along his back hind leg. the biggest cut is on his stomach, though it might be overlooked as his stomach is black where the cut is. most of it is emotional trauma but he is in an immense amount of pain.


    honeystep.  ❞

    The tang of blood was present in the air before any kind of wound presented itself. Coldthroat had become far too accustomed to the scent recently, ears raising and fur prickling along his spine before he even found the source. Imagine his shock and concern when his silver-blue gaze swept ThunderClan camp to realize it was coming from his own son. Gaping, he rose to his paws in seconds and the seal point could be seen moving across camp to Berrykit's side, not going too fast as he didn't want to startle him. Scars littered his pelt, words 'I'm sorry' written in teeth and claws across his flank. His tone was raspy as it called for Honeystep, delivering a sharp blow to his chest. Noting how he seemed ready to collapse, Coldthroat moved to catch him in case he fell, ushering, "Berrykit... Come, we need to get you to Hopeclaw." Hints of fear laced his tone, a certain shakiness in his step as he walked. While he was trying to mask it, the father was terrified. BloodClan scent was all over Berrykit. How had they gotten him? Why would they do this to a kit? Voice quivering the faintest amount, he rasped, "Wh-what happened?"

    SOMETHING SO MAGIC ABOUT YOU!

    Berrykit - male - 5 moons - kit - Thunderclan - easy




    ❝ Berrykit leaned into his father. Hopeclaw, that was where it was wanted that he go. And he knew now to do as he was told to do, as a tooth mark on his paw was the first lesson in that, the first bit. He had tried so hard to escape, but Bloodclans leader, Elijah was far more experienced than the not even apprenticed age kit. He nodded, though the motion made him let out a whimper. When asked what happened his ears flattened down and he let out a cry, "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. I am so so sorry. Dad. I'm sorry." Each apology was choked out with more vigor, before his eyes closed for a moment and he rasped, "...mommy." This time tears began to trickle from his eyes. He tried to turn his face away. The six lashes on his left front leg had been the lesson that crying made him weak. He would go wherever his father led him, not really in a state of mind to resist anything. ❞

    His body quivered as Berrykit apologized profusely, eyes closed and in obvious agony. Leaning down to touch his nose delicately to the tuxedo's injured skull, he rasped his tongue gently over his ears and murmured, "Shh, Berrykit, don't apologize. This isn't your fault." As he spoke the words, grief and fatherly concern in his tone, his mind boiled in rage. They will pay for this. This will not go unnoticed. His vows kept him going as he led Berrykit to the medicine cat den, praying to StarClan Hopeclaw wasn't gone fetching herbs. Coldthroat knew Honeystep would be here shortly to aid their son through this tragic event, but it was clear right now he wasn't talking about what happened. The seal warrior imagined it had been quite traumatic, so he couldn't say he was surprised. But regardless, all that mattered now was getting him better.


    -HOPECLAW-

    ― Aspenkit was sitting just outside of the medicine cat den, his nose high in the air as the copper scent had called him from the medical nests inside. He was feeling worried. Whose bleeding? And that same scent that had carried off Silverpaw without a trace was very prominent. His ears drew back as he lowered his chin, icy gaze falling upon his father and brother. "What happened!? Is he okay?!" He queried, jumping to his paws even through the pain and racing toward his father's spare side. He fell into the snow, but his concern for his brother brought him back up to his paws again so that he could accompany them. This could have also be a sign of strengthening those injured muscles.


    Cinderstream's head poked out of the nursery, and upon seeing Berrykit, squeezing out and rushing over. "What the- who does this to a kit?!" Cinderstream's mew was soft, but held a tone of horror and disbelief, and she scented BloodClan on the kit's pelt.


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    "BloodClan did this," ushered the warrior, ears pinned at the mention of that heinous clan. Under typical circumstances, he would be grateful to see Aspenkit regaining his strength. These were not normal circumstances, though. At the moment, he had no time to be thrilled. He was furious and feeling a sense of duty and protection shifting deep within him. Coldthroat wouldn't let Elijah get away with this unscathed. Glancing to Cinderstream, he allowed his eyes to portray all of his terror and rage, knowing she would understand - her own child had been hurt like this once. He would focus on one thing for now, though: Getting Berrykit better.

    SOMETHING SO MAGIC ABOUT YOU!

    Berrykit - male - 5 moons - kit - Thunderclan - easy




    ❝ A gross sound emitted from Berrykit's throat. For a moment it would only sound like he was gurgling on his own blood before it could be realized he was giggling. He looked around at the cats gathered, his gray eyes filled to the brim with tears of pain, "I did this! I'm so sorry! It was me! My fault! I did it!" He stumbled for a moment leaning away from his dead who didn't seem to be getting his message, "I asked for this I'm so sorry!" His eyes flashed with panic, "Please don't let Hopeclaw waste herbs on me! I'm nothing!" He tried to move away, but he had not the strength or ability in the moment. He in fact was starting to sway on his paws more and more, leaving a trail of red drips in the snow behind him. ❞

    The lilac point bounced over, worried but knowing that she and Hopeclaw were probably the only buggers in this Clan that could really help him. Wiggling up close to her injured brother, she sniffed his wounds, before she licked his ear in comfort. "Don't worry, Hopeclaw and I fixed up Coldthroat and Aspenkit when they had similar wounds! I'll get him!" she chirped, trying to sound optimistic for him. Turning around, she attempted to press into Aspenkit for a moment, before racing off to the medicine cat den.


    Assuming Hopeclaw was a sleep, as he often was when she came barreling in with news of injured cats, she'd attempt to bat at his tail to get him to wake up as she chattered at him. "Hopeclaw! Berrykit's been attacked by a... a Bloodtoother! Bite wound and lots of scratches!" she told him, remembering what she sniffed off him. She remembered they used Burdock root, chervil, and maybe some other stuff for Coldthroat and Aspenkit, so she assumed they'd need those -- but she didn't want him getting mad at her again, so she didn't run off to mess with the storage just yet.


    -HOPECLAW-

    Cinderstream shot a worried glance to her mate before moving towards Berrykit, attempting to steady the kit on his feet by gently grabbing his scruff. "Nobody's ever worth nothing. Everybody has a purpose in the world." The queen mewed quietly.


    (c)trexgirl

    SOMETHING SO MAGIC ABOUT YOU!

    Berrykit - male - 5 moons - kit - Thunderclan - easy




    ❝ At the presence of his sister Berrykit relaxed for a moment. Someone he could trust to understand him, someone who knew his dark side. Then she was gone, and Cinderstream was touching him. He backed up more, looking up at her afraid of her almost. "I want my mommy. She knows. She knows why I'm sorry." As he stumbled backwards he would trip and fall into the snow, and he would not even try to rise as the pain from his stomach touching the snow caused him to wince so hard he didn't know when he would be able to move again. As a kit, he wasn't the best at dealing with pain. "Harrierstrike?" The scene of his attack played out in his mind and he remembered calling out the warriors name. It hadn't helped. Nothing he did helped. He couldn't unhear the things she whispered to him as she wrote on his pelt. She had been teaching him a lesson. Teaching him his place. ❞

    ― Aspenkit hadn't even acknowledged his own regaining of strength, as he was also too focused on Berrykit's wounds. "Bloodclan?" He asked rhetorically through his teeth, "I won't forget this." Now he really couldn't wait to get better, or to get older. He wanted to hurt someone from Bloodclan ever since Silverpaw's disappearance, and now it was more than wanting them to hurt. He wanted someone from Bloodclan to die. Infuriated with Bloodclan, and the fact that he was too young and not well enough to do something about it, the young tom nearly teared up when his brother did. He felt the pressure building up around his eyes, but knew that he had to be strong for his clan. He was a kit, not a warrior, and even then, was the sickly and food deprived clan ready to take on such an enemy?


    His brother's response was quite odd. And it really made the flame point question the whole thing between Bloodclan and his brother. Not that he didn't believe him, there was more than enough proof here that they definitely had an altercation. But... The words engraved in his brother's flesh were coming from his maw. Then their sister came over to address the situation and there wasn't time to question what he was talking about. She soon brushed past Aspenkit, and his eyes followed her as she went ahead. He didn't even notice as Cinderstream attempted to scoop up his brother. And that is when things really got strange. Their mother knew why he was sorry? What did that mean?


    When Berrykit first ripped away from him, Coldthroat wasn't sure what to say. But when he started saying it was his fault - that he deserved this, that's when puzzle pieces began to click together. After attacking Asterkit and going off on his father, and then further continuing to emotionally wound those close to him, he imagined that Berrykit had been trying to punish himself. That combined with whatever horrible torture thrust upon him by BloodClan undoubtedly left him in a very emotional, fragile state. Melting his expression at Berrykit, the seal point sighed softly. Glancing to Cinderstream, he motioned with his tail for her to let him go - he didn't need to be restrained, he needed to be understood. "Berrykit, this was not your fault, and you didn't deserve this," spoke the hoarse warrior, "What happened to Asterkit was an accident and you're still good, I can see it. Please, just let Hopeclaw see you and then I promise I'll find Honeystep or Harrierstrike." He was practically begging, knowing at any second Berrykit could bleed out or go into shock from his wounds. When he'd fallen, it became evident that his belly was bleeding, something that would be fatal soon.


    Berrykit's next words were breaking his heart in two, the father absolutely struggling not to march over to BloodClan right now and tear them apart for doing this. Aspenkit was soon to move beside him and all Coldthroat could do was nod in agreement, knowing he would have his revenge soon.

    Cinderstream released her hold on the kit, even though it had loosened enough that he could have wriggled out easily. "Sorry about that." What exactly had BloodClan done to Berrykit to make him believe he deserved this? And what kind of cat, even a BloodClanner, could push a kit this far and still live with themselves? Honestly, it just made the she-cat worried, and angry at the same time, and her claws dug into the ground thinking about it.


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    HOPECLAW

    ★He jumped to his paws. BloodClan?! The Tom snarled viciously at the thought. He had tangled with BloodClan cats who were hanging kits. He killed four warriors and his pregnant sister. So nine in total. The scent of kitten blood and BloodClan brought back bad bad bad memories and his whole appearance looked as though he was a warrior. He yowled and pushed his way past cats. Huh, what a way to wake up! He hissed and spat, standing protectively over the kit and yelled out. "GET COBWEBS!" He hissed, tail lashing. Those f***ing cats live in trash and probably put infections into them

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    The burly tuxedo was quick behind Hopeclaw, having heard the cries of Berrykit and attacked - two words he did not like being in the same sentence. Coming upon the scene, his eyes narrowed furiously when he spotted the wounds and terror upon the poor black and white boy. Rage boiled in his gut as he turned his gaze momentarily towards the distant land, as if he could bore a hole into the bloodclan leader's skull if he stared hard enough. He detested those monsters, attacking kits and stealing prey and leading raids. They had attacked Thunderclan too many times, yet like cockroaches there was nothing anyone could be done about the ruthless so-called clan. They refused to die.

    "Hopeclaw calm yourself! You'll only make Berrykit's anxiety worse!" he hissed at the alabaster male, his fury now directed at a closer source. But he was no hypocrite, and with one glance at Berrykit's stricken face, he forced himself to sigh away all his anger. He would be angry later. Right now, it was berrykit that mattered, not any grudge. "Ill get the cobweb," he said, before turning and bounding away, towards deserted spots he knew spiders occasionally set up their homes.


    (c)trexgirl

    WHY CAN'T THINGS JUST BE QUIET

    duskpaw / thunderclan / male [♂] / tags & information

    *:･ﾟ✦ duskpaw approached quickly, moving to berrykit's side in a fraction of a flash. he sniffed at his friend, signing wildly. he had been worried, he had been distraught. where had he been? oh, he smelled awful, but did that matter? he was here, he was alive.


    the apprentice calmed himself, ducking lower under hopeclaw's leg to reach the black-and-white kitten. he didn't care how much he squirmed and wiggled, duskpaw was going to stay right next to him. he wasn't going to let him out of his sight again. his eyes were wide as he stared at the cuts and bruises, a slow anger developing in his stomach.


    his paws moved slowly, methodically, so berrykit would understand.


    'i'm here. let me stay.'


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    Calm? Oh yeah that is an emotion... BloodClan, dying kits, blood death horror treason death death death DEATH! Hopeclaw pressed his nose to Berrykit and he began to cry. Lowering himself down to lay beside him, he licked at the dangerously bleeding wounds. He needed to see hoe deep they were... but the moment a patrol was going to investigate BloodClan, he was going to go. No questions asked.

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    SOMETHING SO MAGIC ABOUT YOU!

    Berrykit - male - 5 moons - kit - Thunderclan - easy




    ❝ Berrykit winced when Hopeclaw screamed, and then the tom was crying into him. Even in the shock he found this behavior strange his eyes furrowing. He tried to move away from the tom, but when he started licking his wounds he stopped. That felt nice and healing, and even though he did not want to be healed, he wasn't going to shy away from a lessening of the great amount of pain. Then Duskpaw was here, he somehow managed a broken smile to the tom. Then he would whisper to him, "She taught me my place Duskpaw. I've never learned so fast." This would cause him to surge back into his memories of the attack. "I want my momma!" ❞

    Harrierstrike wished he stayed in camp more, rather than hunting and patrolling until his paws were blistered and aching. Maybe then he would be able to be there for the ones he loved. Maybe then he wouldn't be rushing over to where Berrykit stood, surrounded by everyone who had gotten there first. Coldthroat, Cinderstream, Bearmumble, Hopeclaw, Asterkit, Aspenkit, and probably others that he couldn't see through the throng. All cats that were better, more aware, always there for Berrykit.


    Heart in his throat, the dark brown tabby ran over, adrenaline coursing through his veins faster than his heart could pump it. "Berrykit," he said, voice weak. "Berrykit," he repeated at a loss for words as he shoulders his way closer to his nephew, movements stiff.