Sundance nodded as she put Blackkit down,”I can always help if needed.” She then smiled softly at her kits then looked around thinking.
Fireblaze smirked softly at Finnloch,”Noeyes we need to get you to the edge of the battlefield you will be safe there I promise.”
Riverpaw smiled,”Well hopefully after all this is over you will get it.” She then looked at her siblings quietly sadness in her eyes.
Finnloch nodded her gratitude, eyes downcast as she felt their grief. She could see the guides of the dead roaming the fields of battle.
Ramkit watched the apprentices, "I'm happy to have at least one name and help those around me. Wanna help me stop your mom's bleeding?" He asked gently.
Skypaw and Riverpaw nodded,”Ok and can you show us how to help her we would appreciate it a lot. Besides we might be able to help others after we help mom.”
Um, is anyone gonna respond to my cat?
where is your cat? it's a little hard to respond when we don't know where they are or what they're doing, dear ^^;; we didn't have much detail to go off of in one sentence //
Ramkit nodded sagely, "Mhmm! It's pretty easy! My mom's our medicine cat!" he beamed proudly before he said his head around. "There, that old log. We gotta get cobwebs to stop the bleeding. .... What else does Mom use? Chervil! It's big, green and leafy. We gotta.... chew it?" he murmured as he thought before nodding.
Oh man, I had this nice long post, but it didn't save. I fixed it
Willowtail
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Willowtail raced over the ground. Fear gave speed to her paws, refusing to stop. They can't catch me, they can't!! She leapt over a log, then skid to a stop as the stench of blood hit her nose. She tried ignore it, but she turned and headed toward the scent. Her eyes were met with a scene from a nightmare. Cats lay dead and all of the survivors bore some kind of wound. Was it Leo's band? No, I smell anyof them. This is another clan. Willowtail ran down the hill and over to someone who looked in charge. "Hey, are you guys alright? What happened here?"
Eventually, Razor ended up going very far into the territory, smelling and following strange scents. She smelled blood as well and it scared her but she pushed on, fur on edge. She broke through some reeds and there, she saw everything and froze. Many, many wild cats were either dead or injured, blood everywhere. The sight scared the bob-tailed she and her instincts screamed to tell her to run, run back home but her paws wouldn't listen, she just stared, wide-eyed with claws unsheathed, holding her to the ground as her fur bristled, ears down fearfully.
Halfmask turned as a strange Molly approached him, his nose twitching as he took her scent, There was a battle. What of it? What clan do you belong to? You aren't one of ours or our previous enemy's. he responded briskly, put on edge by her difference, eyes of Razor with unease. Where were they coming from?
Razor nearly jumped at the voice, her collar making a soft jingling noise as her fur stood on end and she scrambled to turn and flee. She inevitably tripped, hitting her head and throwing herself off balance. Wild cats. They were going to eat her or kill her like the cats in the clearing. Her head spun and it was taking awhile to gain her grounds again, sprawled out in the mud.
Riverpaw and Skypaw nodded running over and both grabbing big amounts of cobwebs and walked over quickly but careful so the co webs didn’t get damage,”Do you think this is enough cobwebs Ramkit?”
I'm just going to throw Cottonpaw into the mix. Here goes nothing.
Cottonpaw had limped out of camp to go help her clanmates in whatever way she could. She wasn't able to fight yet because of her leg, but that didn't mean she couldn't do anything else. Scenting the air, she followed the scent of blood and death to where the battle had taken place. The sight made her freeze in horror. So many had lost their lives. And so many of them were so young. Gulping back her own fear, she forced herself forward. She looked around for any of her clan-mates.
/I'm going to age some of my cats up. So Darkkit is now Darkpaw and Dunepaw is now Duneleap. Also, Stellarshine gave birth about a moon ago and Hauntedifre is pregnant with Halfmask's kits. She fought in the battle anyway./
//Also, get your tissues ready for a death scene!//
Hauntedfire stood on shaky paws, putting most of her weight on three legs, as her left rear leg was at an awkward angle. Throughout the battle, she'd managed to protect her belly. and it was free of wounds. Her kits hadn't been harmed. She looked around solemnly. The clearing was littered with the bloody bodies of cats, both enemy and clanmate. She sighed, limping over to the nearest cat she could see. It was clearly dead, and by the looks of its black-spotted snowy coat, it was Snowdapple, Pawstep's mate. Pawstep! That coward had run off the battlefield after Rockstar died, tailed by several of her clanmates. She looked around for any cat who needed help. The wails of a queen could be heard from where she stood. Additionally, she heard several cats yowling in misery and confusion. Unable to make out what they were saying, she limped quickly over to the group. Frosteyes came into view, as well as Finnloch and several others. They were all surrounding something. She saw a tortoiseshell tail lying limp in the dust and froze. Redstar is dead! The charcoal Bengal shook her head. So much loss, all because of one cat. Rockstar was lying where he'd fallen, his fur turned red with his own blood. She curled her lip at the sight. Her yellow eyes searched the abattlefield once more, finally spotting Halfmask. Thankfully, he wasn't too badly injured. She stiffened as she saw Fireblaze next to him. As much as she wanted to hate the she-cat, she was unable to. Fireblaze had saved many of her clanmates. Still, Hauntedfire couldn't let go of her resentment towards the ginger tabby for taking Halfmask's affection. Hauntedfire had found out about the kits almost a moon ago, and after telling Halfmask about them, he'd seemed different around her. She shook off the thought. Other cats needed her help.
Stellarshine was guarding the camp. She'd given birth to her kits a little over a moon ago, letting the clan believe that Redfeather was the father. Realistically, an Oakclan tom named Shadowdrift was the kits' real father. Her heart swelled as she thought of the two little lives she'd brought into this world. Echokit, the tom, looked fairly similar to his father, with the same bluish-black smoke tabby pattern. His eyes were blue. The she-cat, Moonkit, was a tortoiseshell with white. She had Stellarshine's sea green eyes. She'd brought them out to meet their true father once before, and the two cats met every now and then to talk. The claws of worry gripped her heart as she thought of her clanmates and the great battle that had been dragging on for moons it seemed. The screeches and war cries had since faded, replaced by chilling silence and heart-wrenching wails of agony. She shuddered, wondering if anyone would even come back.
Duneleap had a nasty cut on his flank and one eye was swollen shut. Other than that, none of his wounds were serious. He panted, trying to relax. He looked around the battlefield with his one good eye, trying to see if he recognized any of the fallen. His breath caught in his throat and he let out a wail as he recognized a dark shape crumpled in the grass. "No!" He ran over, stumbling, and crashed down into a heap next to the body. His green eye was wide with anguish as he took in the torn black pelt and glassy golden eyes of his mother. Batfang's many wounds were still bleeding. He guessed she'd only just died. He pressed his nose into her blood soaked fur, letting out another bone-chilling wail. He tore his gaze away from Batfang and glanced around her body. There were a few bodies very close by, their pelts covered in wounds. He guessed that Batfang had fought like Lionclan to defend her new clan from her old clanmates. She had most likely killed the cats whose bodies now surrounded them, before dying herself. He pressed his nose into her thin fur once more, lost in misery.
Darkpaw was shaking miserably in the middle of the battlefield. The mutilated bodies of several attackers surrounded her. Her eyes were wide, blankly staring at nothing. At some point during the battle, Rosebile, the Dark Forest cat that posessed her, had taken control of Darkpaw's body once more. The young apprentice couldn't even remember what had happened. All she knew is that when she came to her senses, and her body was hers once more, she was covered in blood that wasn't hers, and there were half a dozen cats bleeding out in front of her. The poor she-cat hadn't had time to process what happened before another enemy cat had attacked her, spitting its outrage in regards to the cats she'd just killed. The dark tortoiseshell had cowered in fright. Luckily, one of her clanmates attacked the cat, sending it away from her. Darkpaw crouched now, with no recollection of how she managed to kill the six cats that surrounded her, the stench of death rising from their pelts.
Rainsong lay on her side, gritting her teeth in pain. There was a bad gash on her neck from one of her former Rockclan clanmates. The tortoiseshell and white she-cat had switched sides soon after the battle began, along with her mate and her brother's family. She was a part of the revolt that Fireblaze had led, thanks to Halfmask of Murkyclan's cooperation. She'd finally gotten her revenge against Rockstar and his army for what they had done to her and her family. She sat up slowly, trying to keep her wound from reopening. Her brother Amberblaze was nearby, licking his wounds. She met his eye and he gave her a slight dip of his head. He's okay, she thought, relieved. Worry suddenly gripped her heart like fangs. Where's Darktail? She'd lost sight of her mate in the initial swarm of battle. She caught sight of Fireblaze talking to Halfmask, the pair running off to help other cats. She stood up stiffly, wincing as her neck wound began to bleed again with her movement.
Hearing Duneleap's cry(I am correct on them being mates right?), Cottonpaw's ears perked. The only reason she had not yet been made a warrior was because of her delayed training. She didn't let it bother her though. Her warrior name would be given in time. Spotting his pelt, her heart broke. His mother, a cat she had barely began to know, was laying dead. Closing her eyes briefly to reign in her grief, she limped over to him. She crouched beside him, and pressed against him. She knew how it felt to lose one's parents, and she knew words would offer little comfort. But she would give him support in whatever manner she could. She nuzzled his shoulder gently. "She's with Starclan now. She would be proud of you," she whispered into his ear.
/yes, they're mates./
Duneleap pressed into Cottonpaw, letting her sweet scent bring him comfort. He didn't respond, only nodding his head slowly in acknowledgement. He knew that she'd been in his position before, and, like him, had lost both parents. Duneleap was grateful to his mother for bringing him to Murkyclan. She was always so strong and brave. It seemed almost fitting that she had gone down fighting to protect him and her new clan against the clan that betrayed her.
/They are a cute pair/
Cottonpaw noticed the cut Duneleap had received to his side. Shifting only slightly so she could reach it, she began to gently clean it. This wasn't grooming like the two had shared before; it wasn't bonding. It was comforting and healing. Once she was satisfied with the wound, she began cleaning the blood from his pelt. It left a nasty taste in her mouth she wasn't sure would ever go away, but it was worth it. It was worth comforting him and making sure he wasn't badly wounded. She was grateful to Starclan he had been spared.
/How many queens are expecting kits right now? I want to have her have kits and make myself a new carrie out of the litter, but I know we don't need a million queens at one time/
Duneleap winced as she began licking his cut, but slowly relaxed into her touch. "Thank you," he mewed quietly, still looking at Batfang's body. He closed his green eyes briefly, trying to forget the scene in front of him.
//Agreed! Stellar and Haunted are in there, but that's all I know of right now.
//I might just have her have a small litter. I'll wait and see what Moss says
Cottonpaw didn't answer right away. She continued to clean him until she was alright. She then looked at him, his sadness reflected in her eyes. "We should get her back to camp," she whispered softly. She didn't want to make him do anything he wasn't ready for, but it was getting late. The clan was beginning to ease their way back to camp.
Finnloch left Noeyes and her family with Fireblaze to return to the gathering cats. Setting amongst them she approached Hauntedfire, "Head back to camp now and bring me what's left of my stores, please." She told the queen gently, concerned about the kits she carried.
Ramkit nodded in approval, "Chew the chervil over the wounds and let the juices soak in before putting cobwebs on it."
Halfmask looked over the field of dead and dying, his fur flat and ears switched back in soft misery. So many are too far gone. We have not the supplies or the paws to care for everyone. At least some cats are helping others. he thought quietly, mind drifting to Hauntedfire with a guilt. He'd seen her pelt, had seen her walking around as he had set off to aid Rainsong and her brother. All around them was disaster. He blinked in surprise, the kittypet had disappeared. Shaking his head he went to help the Rockclanner, Thank you for your contribution, Raingsong. he told her softly, a pride in his voice. The revolt had confused the enemy Rockclanners and turned the battle into what could be considered a victory for Murkyclan. One tyrant was dead and the next was licking his wounds. Looking up at the darkening sky he bristled. Danger came with night. Help any cats to the rest of the group. Finnloch is beginning to patch everyone up.
Skypaw nodded as Riverpaw ran looking for chervil and came back with some,”Is this the Chervil Ramkit?” Skypaw started getting the cobwebs together as Sundance smiled down at them happily.
Rainsong looked up at the Murkyclan tom, surprise lighting up her green gaze. Then she dipped her head. "Of course. It was time for revenge against the fox hearts that killed many of my kin and friends. I am grateful to Murkyclan for their trust in us and the help you've given the revolution." The tortoiseshell she-cat sighed, thinking of all the work that needed to be done. Now that both clans had lost their leaders and many clanmates, the Rockclan stragglers and Murkyclan cats were to band together as one, so it seemed.