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    Saltfire was in shock at the attacks. He saw Darkstar get pummeled by a rogue, and then his two she-cats on his patrol were violently assaulted as well. He even heard in the distance two more attack Hailshine and his group, and Saltfire was not having it. The tom shook out of his stupor and unsheathing his claws he retaliated against Jada's remarks.

    "You won't get the chance." He growled at Jada before aiming to take a damaging swipe against her face, claws unsheathed, and if successful he would use the time she recovered with to pounce. He was hoping to draw the rogue's attention away from Emberwatcher.


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    Dasher nodded at Iris. He was grateful the she-cat actually listened to him and obeyed him, surprisingly. He wasn't the best leader and was very rash and aggressive. He crawled forwards ever closer to the group, his eyes roaming. He leaped forward towards the group, and then Hailshine, attempting to pummel him to the ground and pin him with a snarling feature.


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    Smokestorm | Female | 26 Moons | Warrior | Apprentice: Morningpaw | Interacting with: Bulleteyes (@tubig.) & Anthawk (@tubig.)


    Smokestorm lifted her paw, exposing the rather deep scratch that she gained from the trip. Now that a half hour had passed since arriving at the ship, it was starting to swell and felt hot to the touch. The pain had even got a little bit worse. "I'm not entirely sure how I did it, but now I realize that I probably should have came and got you sooner." She mumbled, giving her chest a couple of embarrassed licks. It wasn't nice to be so burdened by such a small scratch. But she knew better than to just blow it off and let it heal on its own. She held it closer to Anthawk to inspect it, but casually let her tail fall over Bulleteye's letting them know through the touch that she hadn't forgotten about him. As if she could.


    Darkstar | Trans Male | 51 Moons | Apprentice: Serpentpaw | Interacting with: Hollowsun (@cataclysm!) & Talldawn (@Atlas) & Chibipaw (@Insanityflame) & Click & The Tribe | Mentions: Anthawk (@tubig.) & Snapdragon & Raven


    Darkstar vaguely heard Hollowsun's and Chibipaw's shouts, but the rest was swallowed by the sound of metal on metal, followed by a swift collapse. There was nothing gentle about it. As the air rushed by him as he fell, he naturally twisted to end up landing on his feet. That was at least the plan until he slammed into something on the way down.


    Darkstar found the breath knocked from his lungs as he crashed into a metal beam, his back legs churning in the open air. He scrabbled briefly, but his claws only scraped across smooth surface. And then he was plummeting again.


    As the air rushed past him, Darkstar had no time to panic. It was merely seconds before he hit the ground, darkness overtaking him.



    His side was on fire. That was his first thought as awareness slowly came back to him. Darkstar was not sure if his side was literally burning or if it was just pain. Sprawled in the sand, the tom's chest rose and fell with rasping breaths. He could hear the sounds of his tribe mates and various yowls signaling a fight, but the ringing in his head was slowly drowning everything else out. Why is it so cold?


    With darkness licking at the edges of his vision, Darkstar managed to look at his side. His once russet colored fur was soaked in dark red blood and sand. The sight made the taste in his mouth sour. If not for the pain, he could almost convince himself that the color belonged there due to the immensity over it.


    A strange laugh seized him briefly, as his first thought was how he was going to inconvenience Anthawk, but it quickly transitioned into a hacking cough. Spluttering, Darkstar let his breathing even out before trying to move again.


    With evident effort, he managed to pull himself into a seated position, taking in the wall of metal debris that blocked him from the sounds the of fighting. He made to stand only to reel back as he was greeted to the sight of a dying Click.


    The rogue's mouth was parted, gasping through the bubbling blood that was slowly choking him. Darkstar swayed as he took in the tom's broken form and the massive piece of metal that had impaled itself through the tom's chest. Seemingly having spotted Darkstar, the rogue's grinned, his chest heaving with effort. "All hail S-S..Snapdragon and Raven." He slurred, before falling still, his eyes vacant and unseeing.


    Nauseous, not just from his wound, Darkstar staggered to his paws. He had to get back to the main tribe. He had to make sure they were on high alert. His tribe mates needed reinforcements.



    Darkstar thought that his days stuck in the desert, all alone and starving, were the hardest steps he had ever had to take. It was nothing compared to this.


    With each tantalizingly step forward, the gash on his side flared with white hot pain. To make things worse, his head was pounding as well - he had no way of shielding himself during the fall. His mouth felt like cotton, and when he tried to swallow, he tasted bitterness and a metallic tang on the back of his tongue.


    The tom had no idea how much time had passed since he fell, with only vague feelings of movement and pain coming back to him as he staggered onward. He left a bloody trail behind him in the sand and along the walls the fell into. But each time, he gritted his teeth and struggled on.


    Just when he thought he wasn't going to be able to drag himself forward another step, he lurched into the main room. Blinking against the sudden brightness, Darkstar could barely even see his surroundings. "R-R..." He shook his head head, trying to drive out the ringing in his ears. He needed to focus. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't bring himself to be able to shout. "R-r..rogues attacking the patrols."


    He didn't care who heard him, only that they did.




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    Anthawk leaned forward simultaneously to inspect Smokestorm's paw. He shook his head, still smiling as he almost always did. "Yeah, you should've come sooner." The tom turned around and picked up a variety of infection-fighting herbs, chewing them up into a pulp and, with his own paw, gently applying them to Smokestorm's paw. He worked silently, although his smile never once faded. // Rontu


    Eveningwar hissed as the she-cat's claws snatched at her ears, and she took Myrina's fall as an advantage. Spinning away from her opponent, ear trickling blood down her face. She spat, blue eyes blazing with fury. "Who are you? Who's your leader?" she snarled, keeping a fair distance between her and the rogue. Of course, Eveningwar would have been all too happy to continue the fight. But she knew other patrols were fighting, and her older brother was already tired as is. She wanted to keep injures to a minimum. // TeenWolfie


    Gingerfall heard Darkstar and yelped, darting forward to press her side against his in an effort to support the leader. In a louder yowl, she repeated what she'd heard him say. "The patrols are under attack! We need to send more cats in to help! And someone warn Anthawk and Marigoldstorm!" After shouting all this, she turned to Darkstar. "You need the shaman's den." // Rontu @everyone


    Bulleteyes jumped at the feel of Smokestorm's touch, but they covered it up as surprise at the sight of her paw. They swept their tail back across hers, as a gesture in return to her own. "That looks bad. I wish you had gone sooner," they muttered in concern, eyeing up Smokestorm's paw. // Rontu

               

    porque eu não posso dizer isso de volta

    chasingpaw

    Hailshine | 62 moons | Deputy | Male | Bisexual | Love Interest: TBD | Apprentice: Woolypaw | Open for injuries | Interacting: Dasher fluff puff  

    Unfortunately, his conversation with his father was cut short. He whipped around in alarm as he briefly caught the scent of unfamiliar cats, but he didn't have enough time to react as Dasher leaped at him. The deputy let out an alarmed cry and staggered, as he hadn't managed to prepare himself for the attack. His breathing ragged, he quickly found himself pinned to the ground and he glared up at his attacker, snarling. "Who are you and what are you doing here?" He didn't seem to wait for an answer, however; he quickly lashed out with his back paws, aiming to kick the tom off of him, and aimed a swipe at Dasher's face.


    Iris | 48 moons | Rogue | Female | Bisexual | Open for injuries/death | Interacting: Stormbranch  marcola  

    Iris quickly followed Dasher's lead, approaching the patrol quietly. While Dasher went for the head of the patrol, Iris set her sights on the other two toms. In particular, the elder grey-furred tom. With a bloodthirsty grin, she crouched down and narrowed her eyes before leaping at the senior warrior, her claws outstretched. She aimed to latch onto the tom's back and dig her claws into his skin with a fierce snarl.

    - hollowsun is waiting for talldawn. | Atlas


    the other she-cat's response made jada laugh. "you're softer than i thought!" her mocking words ended in a hiss, pain searing through her shoulder. fighting through the pain, the rogue dug her own claws into emberwatcher's shoulders, her teeth snapping at the tribe cat's face. then, with a forceful twist, jada tore herself free from emberwatcher and jumped out of reach. blood pooled from the skin that had been torn away in the process, staining the ground red. this gave saltfire the perfect opportunity to take her by surprise. claws battered her face, his retort drowned out by her enraged yowl. it was hard to see the tabby tom through the blood trickling into her eyes, and even harder for her to dodge his next attack.

    with a huff, jada was thrown backwards, pinned underneath the tom. a growl rose from her throat, her lips pulled back in a snarl. her hind paws pummeled against his underbelly, claws unsheathed, in an attempt to regain control. | emberwatcher Insanityflame && saltfire fluff puff  


    softpaw had dozed off in her makeshift nest almost immediately after settling down. the journey from the caves to the ship had been more tiring than she initially thought it would be. she'd planned on exploring the ship as soon as they arrived, but had found herself too exhausted to do so.

    chasingpaw's voice roused her from her nap. brown fur raising in alarm, softpaw scrambled to get to her paws, ignoring the protestant aching from doing so, and ran out after chasingpaw.

    a gasp fell from her lips once she spotted darkstar's ruddy pelt, now stained with blood. how could this have happened? we were supposed to be safe here, weren't we?

    "marigoldstorm, darkstar needs help, now!" she called over her shoulder, before racing over to the tom's side. | marigoldstorm @M A Y C I E && mentions anthawk && smokestorm && chasingpaw && darkstar


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    Anthawk had just finished with Smokestorm's paw when Chasingpaw came skidding into the den. Still smiling but less now, the brown tom was about to scold him but the news wiped his glued-on smile off his face. Softpaw's arrival only made him hiss. "Softpaw! Wake Gnatpaw up and send him to me, and then you stay here with Marigoldstorm and prepare. I can save Darkstar with just one of you, but there will be plenty more cats that need saving too." Anthawk had never been so serious before in his life. He'd never had to teach anyone right from wrong (except for Batpaw, but even then he wasn't very solemn) like Ravenwatcher had, and he'd never taken any deaths without a joke or two to attempt lightening the mood. But Darkstar's life was on the line, and Anthawk intended to help. The shaman darted off with a bundle of herbs in his mouth, dropping them about half a tail-length from Darkstar. "Lay down. Sorry that you can't be somewhere more comfortable, but your comfort is the least of my worries right now." Anthawk's voice was uncharacteristically sharp, his blue eyes blazing with determination. // cataclysm!   Rontu   dreamy mentions maycie.   aeiou


    Eveningwar is waiting for Myrina. // TeenWolfie


    Gingerfall nodded thankfully to Chasingpaw, who shot off in the direction of the shaman's den. The ginger warrior watched as he changed directions not long after, and she felt her heart sink. Mountainsky was the tom's mentor - and he was no doubt headed to help. Hissing inwardly, Gingerfall waited not too long until Anthawk arrived and instructed Darkstar to lie down. Taking this as her cue to leave, the fluffy she wasted no time in sprinting after Chasingpaw. Lengthening her strides, she knocked into the apprentice's side in an attempt to stop him from running. "Chasingpaw! You can't get involved in this fight," she said, worried. "The casualties will be enough with fully trained warriors and sandwalkers alike. You are young and, yes, almost a warrior yourself, which is exactly why you can't get involved. You, and I, have no idea what we're up against." The ginger she-cat's eyes blazed - she would not let him risk his life. Besides, Mountainsky was capable. He'd turn out okay, she was sure of it. // dreamy


    Bulleteyes looked shocked at the news, then their bi-coloured eyes narrowed. "Stay here. You won't do anything with your paw like that." The cat nudged her shoulder. They watched Gingerfall shoot off after Chasingpaw, and breathed out slowly. They didn't want to leave Smokestorm alone, but if they could help chase off rogues attacking their clan... // Rontu mentions dreamy

               

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    Stormbranch;

    It was nice to talk to his son sometimes, as rare as those moments were due to the duties of a deputy keeping Hailshine busy. He understood that, but in focusing his attention on his son, Stormbranch picked up the scent of unfamiliar cats among the damp smell of the environment too late. Normally, the cats who ended up sheltering in the ship were gone before the tribe got there for the migration. If not already gone, other cats were frequently lost, scared, and willing to join a friendly group.


    These cats evidently weren't like that. The feeling of pain hit him as he registered a cry from someone else, but couldn't turn to see who it was. He only hoped that his son wasn't in immediate danger. Hoping to toss the attacker off, he shoved his side into the nearest wall, hoping that the impact with the wall would make them lose their grip so that he could fight head-on.


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    She couldn't move. It felt like her blood froze right in her veins. Her body was locked, rigid with fear as she stared into the mouth of the hole that had swallowed up her leader. She was next, wasn't she? The darkness was going to dig its claws into her pelt and yank her down - then the rest of her tribe. Talldawn's eyes were fazed over, maw slightly open. Her tongue twitched in her mouth like a worm trying to roost. She was gone, swallowed up by her thoughts and fear, fur along her spine slowly lifting.


    "I- I-" she croaked, trying to pull herself back to earth.


    Her mind was blank of her responsibilities to her tribe. To the cats around her. She was effectively shut-down.


    Smokestorm | Female | 26 Moons | Warrior | Apprentice: Morningpaw | Interacting with: Bulleteyes (@tubig.) & Anthawk (@tubig.)


    Smokestorm let out a sigh of relief as the pulp immediately eased some of the nagging pain. She flicked her ears, sending both Anthawk and Bulleteyes a sheepish grin at their comments. "Yeah, you ar-" She got cut off as desperate yowls filled the room and Chasingpaw appeared in the entrance looking frantic.


    Taking in the apprentice's announcement, she made to stand to help, but Bulleteye's comment made her halt. They were right, she'd only get in the way. She nodded, but she couldn't get her fur to lie flat. But Bulleteye's touch helped relax her some more and bring her back to the present. She pressed her forehead to their shoulder, her breaths fast with fear. "Go, I'll be fine! But stay safe!" She whispered, nudging them to go on and help their tribe mates.



    Darkstar | Trans Male | 51 Moons | Apprentice: Serpentpaw | Interacting with: Chasingpaw (@dreamy) & Anthawk (@tubig.) & Softpaw(@) & Gingerfall (@tubig.)


    Having delivered his message, the tom felt a weight lift off his shoulders. Had it not been for Gingerfall's support, he would have collapsed right into the sand where he stood. "Thanks," He slurred softly, leaning harder against the she-cat. Immense relief washed over him as Anthawk appeared, serious for once in his life. I did that. Darkstar thought with a pang. He didn't want to be the one to make the carefree Shaman look so different from his normal self.


    He barely understood the shaman's orders, but eventually got the gist of it, sinking quickly into the sand. Everything's going to be ok.He thought, struggling to keep his eyes open. He was so tired and cold. He'd feel better with some rest. All he needed was to close his eyes for just a minute.

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    Anthawk looked determined as he desperately started to tend to Darkstar's wounds, hoping Gnatpaw would wake up soon and that Softpaw and Marigoldstorm would be okay preparing for the injuries that would be arriving in the next few hours. A rogue group, he thought while he worked. Maybe that's where Ravenwatcher had been all those moons. Anthawk felt a pang - it was doubtful. Ravenwatcher wouldn't be okay with such an attack. Shaking his head, Anthawk stepped back, paws bloody and breathing hard, either from the effort he was putting in to saving Darkstar or the wave of nostalgia that had hit him. "Take deep breaths. I am gonna need you to tell me what happened. To you - I get the gist of what happened to everyone else," Anthawk flashed the start of a smile, but it faded just as quickly. It was fake - Anthawk wasn't good at fake smiles. // Rontu mentions aeiou   cataclysm!   maycie.


    Eveningwar is waiting for Myrina. // TeenWolfie


    Gingerfall's own two amber eyes narrowed as she listened to Chasingpaw. She was mostly glad that the tom had listened to her long enough to see sense, but now she also saw sense in what he said. They didn't know how many of them there were. She hesitated as she mulled it over. It could work, but she knew many cats might be angry with Chasingpaw if he was wrong and there were enough cats to overpower the tribe. Puffing out her fluffy chest, the ginger she lifted her head. "We could give it a go," she spoke, finally. Gingerfall then noticed Bulleteyes approaching. "Well, actually, that's three of us. But I'd say at least four or five. That way we can split up." // dreamy


    Bulleteyes was worriedly eyeing Gingerfall and Chasingpaw, then Anthawk and Darkstar, and then back again. Suddenly, they felt Smokestorm bump her head into their shoulder with her encouraging words. They turned their blue and yellow eyes on her, thinking for a moment. Then they pressed their nose between her ears. "I'll be fine," they assured her. Then, squaring their shoulders, Bulleteyes trotted quickly up to Gingerfall and Chasingpaw in time to hear the end of their conversation. They didn't care about the details - they just wanted to save the tribe. // Rontu   dreamy

               

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    Darkstar | Trans Male | 51 Moons | Apprentice: Serpentpaw | Interacting with: Anthawk (@tubig.) & Pricklypurr


    Darkstar sucked in a ragged breath, nearly coughing with the effort. He desperately tried to grasp his thoughts, but they fell through his paws like sand. "It was ... an ambush... only one...I got him, but we ...fell through the floor." He panted, focusing Anthawk's gentle touches, despite the pain they brought. For a moment, despite all of the mess, he thought that'd it be ok. He'd definitely arrived at the Shamans' den in various forms, but he got here early this time. Or so he thought.


    It was starting at the edges at his vision. Darkness so complete that it seemed to have its own gravitational pull. He let out a shuddering breath. So that's how it is then. "Anthawk, sit with me, please." He whispered, his voice shaking. Despite having died before, it was never something Darkstar ever got used to. There was simply no way to.



    Pricklypurr | Female | 171 Moons | Retired Spider | Interacting with: Anthawk (@tubig.) & Darkstar | Mentions: Chasingpaw & Gingerfall


    Pricklypurr blinked her eyes open, confusion written across her face. Don't they know it's way too late to be yelling? She thought crossly, getting up shakily to go and chew out some of her tribe mates. However, scanning the clearing, her blood froze at the sight of her son collapsing in front of Anthawk. All weariness forgotten, she shot across the room, barely skidding to a stop beside the two.


    Questions raced through her, but overhearing her son stopped her short. She recognized the resigned tone of voice and the lack of life in his dark eyes. She'd watched her son die too many times and now she was about to watch it again. She nearly whirled on Anthawk, wanting to berate the shaman for not doing more. The desire to rake her claws across his muzzle was so strong.


    But she knew she was just bargaining. This wasn't Anthawk's fault. Shakily, she pressed her forehead to the Shaman's shoulder, before sinking down beside her son, her tongue gently rasping over his ears in a feeble attempt at comfort. Overwhelmed, Pricklypurr bit her tongue, tears welling up.


    "Why's it taking so long?" She whispered, watching Darkstar's labored breaths. She didn't know if she could bear to watch him struggle like that.



    Woolypaw | 11 Moons | Apprentice | Mentor: Hailshine | Interacting with: Chasingpaw (@dreamy) & Gingerfall (@tubig.) & Bulletyeyes (@tubig.) | Mentions: Hailshine


    Woolypaw darted up, his white fur spiked with fear. But determination shone in his eyes. If Chasingpaw was going, then so was he. "I'll be your fourth." As a whole, he didn't have any experience with outside cats. Most threats came from predators and natural disasters. To say that he was scared was an understatement. He was terrified. But Hailshine had prepared him for this moment, or at least he really hoped so. Besides, I won't be alone, he thought as he glanced around at their small group. It'd be tight, but it was manageable. Their tribe mates depended on it.




    - softpaw wanted to stay with darkstar and anthawk. her amber eyes, widened with fear and disbelief, watched on as anthawk went to work right away. how bad are the injuries? is darkstar going to lose a life? how many lives does he have left? how could another cat do this?

    the voices of her superiors shook her from her stupor, bringing her back to reality from the depths of her thoughts. anthawk will save darkstar. i know he will. she forced her paws to carry her away from the scene, and back to the shamans' makeshift den. that's where she had last seen gnatpaw, and she assumed that her friend still remained inside.

    urgency made softpaw lengthen her stride. within heartbeats, she stood outside the shaman's quarters, her brown figure stepping into their designated area. the dark fur of her friend and peer stood out to her from the interior of the room. "gnatpaw! anthawk needs you; darkstar has been injured!" she called to him, her mew a pitch higher than usual. | gnatpaw aeiou && mentions anthawk tubig . && darkstar Rontu


    hollowsun huffed. it seemed like talldawn wasn't going to be of much help here. "talldawn, snap out of it." he gave her a nudge with his side for good measure as he spoke, hoping that the she-cat would come back to her senses. if she didn't, he'd just have to drag her out, which would be too big of an inconvenience for all of them. but he knew that he couldn't just leave his tribemate here, no matter how much he wanted to. | talldawn Atlas


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    GNATPAW -- 9 Moons -- Male -- Shaman Apprentice -- Mentor: Anthawk | Interacting: Anthawk tubig . & Softpaw cataclysm! & Darkstar Rontu  

    He had only just began to drift off when there was a shrill voice at his ear. He was immediately swamped with a feeling of wrongness. The air was tight with fear and apprehension and he was awake in a heartbeat. The fur along his spine was raised due to the static in the den. "Wh-What?!" Gnatpaw's eyes were wide, ears pinned back to his skull. "That's--" His eyes shot to the opening of the den, hoping to see something, anything that could help him make sense of the situation. Telling by Softpaw's panic it couldn't have just been a natural injury unless Darkstar was in danger of loosing a life. Did something in the ship collapse? Was there attackers within the ship? But time was of the essence and he doubted there was any time to get answers. He'd just have to figure it out as he went. "I'll go over there," he said in a rush, quickly scampering out the den, not waiting for any response from Softpaw.

    It didn't take long to spot his mentor and the injured cat at his paws. There was an anxious drum in his chest as he approached the two toms. Darkstar was seriously injured, almost on his last legs. He had more lives-- right? "Great ancestors... Darkstar," he breathed. Anthawk's face was grim, which immediately worried him. He came up to his mentor's side, not bothering with any questions on what had happened, not wanting to waste time. Still, he was hesitant to touch Darkstar in fear of injuring him further. He wasn't usually so hesitant, but this was his leader. "What do you need me to do?"

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    Anthawk looked startled at Darkstar's words, but Pricklypurr and Gnatpaw had arrived seconds before he could respond. He felt Pricklypurr butt her head against his shoulder, and finally registered what Darkstar had said. He settled down just by the tom's head, wishing he could do more. His heart ached as he watched Pricklypurr and Darkstar - he could only imagine if it were him and Batpaw in that situation. "I'm here with you," he muttered in response to Darkstar. Pricklypurr and Gnatpaw shot questions in the exhausted Shaman's direction almost at the same time, and he shook his head vigorously. "He's dying. Let him die. Be quiet-" Anthawk sucked in a gasp half way through his sentence. He wouldn't lose composure now. It was bad enough he wasn't smiling, he couldn't afford to break down. He was just exhausted from the day's travels, then Smokestorm, and now this? Not to mention he'd have to help Marigoldstorm and Softpaw with the incoming injuries of other cats, possibly even his sister. Anthawk was surprised to find he wasn't all that worried about Eveningwar - maybe it was because he knew she could hold her own. He'd be seeing his sister again, he was sure of it. Regardless, Anthawk watched Darkstar quietly. He was feeling his heart break - his friend and leader, dying before him. It wasn't the first time, of course, but it seemed to be incredibly slow and painful. And Anthawk was pretty sure he hadn't brought anything deadly with him to make it quicker for him. It made the Shaman feel useless for the first time in his life. "I'll be here when you wake up. I'm here now. Just wake up quickly." he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. // Rontu   aeiou mentions marcola


    Eveningwar is waiting for Myrina. // TeenWolfie


    Gingerfall nodded as Woolypaw approached them. "Okay. Chasingpaw and I will head for Mountainsky's patrol. Bulleteyes and Woolypaw, go and get Talldawn and Hollowsun. Do some damage control." She nodded to Bulleteyes and then spun. "Once you're done with that, head to Saltfire's patrol." she directed the cat and apprentice before shooting off, following Mountainsky's scent and the scent of blood, expecting Chasingpaw to follow. She couldn't waste any more time waiting around. // dreamy   Rontu mentions cataclysm!   TeenWolfie   Atlas   fluff puff


    Bulleteyes nodded along with everything Gingerfall said. They didn't particularly agree with her taking total control of the situation, but they knew the situation was too dire to argue. After Gingerfall shot off, they turned to Woolypaw. "I know you want to help Hailshine, but he's with Mountainsky. Chasingpaw and Gingerfall will take care of that, but Darkstar's patrol didn't come back with him. We should go check on them." The cat was kind of thankful he might not have to hurt someone, but if Saltfire's patrol was in danger, Bulleteyes knew they'd have to help. // Rontu

               

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    chasingpaw

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    IC:


    Darkstar | Trans Male | 51 Moons | Apprentice: Serpentpaw | Interacting with: Anthawk (@tubig.) & Pricklypurr & Gnatpaw (@aeiou) | The Ancestors | Mentions: Skyfall & Anthawk & Snapdragon & Raven


    He could sense the gathering cats around him, but he couldn't find the energy to manage a remark to soothe them. With Pricklypurr's rasping tongue and Anthawk telling him to let go, Darkstar felt himself drifting away. With a sigh, the tom fell still.



    He was hot. Not in the feverish sense, but in feeling that came with the sticky humidity that stifled the landscape before a coming storm. Blinking open his eyes, Darkstar winced as a hot wind blew over him, pelting him with sand and bring the sounds of a battle. He found himself climbing the dune on front of him with the unseen urge to see what lay on the other side.


    Cresting the dune, he could barely keep his footing from the buffeting wind that tore as his fur and seemed to grow louder with each step. But even the approaching storm clouds, thick and heavy, couldn't hide the bodies strewn around him. Fighting back nauseousness, Darkstar stumbled down the other side of the dune, sending sand cascading down.


    He reeled back, spotting the rotting carcass of his mate, Skyfall. Almost adding insult to injury, bright colorful flowers spouted from his chest, while a raven bounced around, trying to find more flesh.


    Tears blinding him, Darkstar rushed forward, angrily chasing off the bird. But it merely took flight and landed a few tail-lengths away at another body. Its grey tabby coloring giving it away as Anthawk.


    Gagging, Darkstar took in his dead tribe around him. Snapdragons and ravens were everywhere. Dizziness washed over him and Darkstar found himself collapsing into the sand. He could see the fear in his own eyes reflected back at him in a raven's dark gaze as it hopped forward.



    Gasping, Darkstar jerked awake, noting once again he was alone.


    You're not alone, Darkstar.


    The tom whipped around, facing the unknown voice. Spotting Lizardfoot, Darkstar's fur rose along his spine. But before Darkstar could speak, he was cut off again, but by another voice. His old mentor, Thunderhawk, padded up beside his father. Thunderhawk slid forward, pressing his muzzle to Darkstar's forehead. Shakily, Darkstar breathed in his scent.


    Lizardfoot is atoning for his actions. Listen to him.


    It took several moments, but Darkstar eventually nodded. He watched as his father stepped forward, an unknown emotion written across his face.


    Beware: Kin against kin. Just as a small leak will sink a ship, so will your family. They are your strength, but also your weakness. They will always have a place as long as you create one. But some things you can only learn in a storm.


    Darkstar opened his mouth, his mind racing with a million questions. But the wind had picked up again and was whipping itself into a torrent. Darkstar hunkered against it, wishing for it to end.


    But above the wind, numerous voices spoke as though they were standing right nest to him in a quiet room.


    With this loss of life, we reaffirm your life of loyalty. You will need it to survive. From you, from your tribe. Use it wisely.




    Darkstar sleepily blinked open his eyes, his gaze unfocused. "Anthawk?" His voice sounded soft and exhausted, but his immense pain was gone. Shakily, he raised his head, looking back at pink scar that now occupied the place of his injury.




    Woolypaw | 11 Moons | Apprentice | Mentor: Hailshine | Interacting with: Chasingpaw (@dreamy) & Gingerfall (@tubig.) & Bulletyeyes (@tubig.) | Mentions: Hailshine


    Almost as if they were reading his mind, Bulleteyes accurately predicted where his thoughts had drifted off to. Woolypaw shot what he hoped was a reassuring smile, but it didn't feel too confident. He nodded to the older cat, thinking back to when Darkstar assigned patrols. Now where did they go? Woolypaw perked up and let out an excited "Yes!" He turned to Bulleteyes, his tail whipping.


    "They went up to patrol the back of the ship!" He explained, excited that he had actually listened to something important for once. Raising his chin, he allowed Bulleteyes to take the lead. Just because he had listened didn't mean had any idea where that actual was.

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    Anthawk watched worriedly as his friend died. He was never going to get used to this. Anthawk's face creased, and for a second he wanted to collapse. But then the tom lifted his chin, clearing his throat. He wouldn't let this drag him down. It wasn't Darkstar's last life, Anthawk knew that. When the leader opened his eyes again and said Anthawk's name, the tabby broke into his signature smile, although it was much more genuine this time around. "I'm here. Lay your head back down, you're going to be very weak." Anthawk instructed, though he couldn't help but let his shoulders sag with relief. It would always be scary, watching Darkstar die. He smiled at Pricklypurr and Gnatpaw, before turning his attention back to Darkstar. // Rontu   aeiou


    Eveningwar is waiting for Myrina. // TeenWolfie


    Gingerfall sped up, lengthening her strides in her desperation to get to her tribe mates quicker. She rounded a sharp corner and spotted Mountainsky and co. (forgotten who was with him) fighting the rogues. "This is your last chance to run!" she yowled towards the rogues, hoping the arrival of reinforcements would make them back off a bit. // fluff puff   TeenWolfie   dreamy @anyone else involved


    Bulleteyes nodded, smiling at the apprentice. "Well remembered," they praised, and then the white cat spun and sped off towards to the rear of the ship, praying Talldawn and Hollowsun were okay. It didn't take long to near the massive hole Darkstar had fell through. Nervously, Bulleteyes looked down. There lay the dead body of an unknown cat - Bulleteyes guessed he was Darkstar's assailant. Turning around, they headed forward slowly, sniffing. Only Talldawn and Hollowsun's scents. They rounded the corner and eyes widened at the sight. "Talldawn? Is Talldawn okay?" they asked Hollowsun worriedly. // Rontu   Atlas   cataclysm!

               

    porque eu não posso dizer isso de volta