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✧ // but i made it with you next to me
Apprentices scrambling over each other to get back into camp is a sight that Icefeather has seen many times before, so it does not rattle her or alarm her when she spots a handful of them doing so just after sunhigh. But then the stench of fear hits her, and indigo eyes snap toward the youths, their wild eyes sweeping the camp for warriors - or even just cats senior to themselves. The former medicine cat is on her paws and in front of them in seconds, pulling at that calming personality she has cultivated over so many moons in the medicine den. The she-cat smooths their fragile, frazzled nerves and draws the cause of their distress from them.
Tansystar. Wolf. Icefeather's heart lurches toward her throat and then drops into her stomach before she can vomit it up. She instructs the apprentices to stay in camp no matter what, alert the warriors, defend the elders and the nursery, just in case. Then she's through the barrier to camp, following the potent stench of fear the apprentices trailed behind them. She's no warrior, but Icefeather took her vows to Tansystar with nothing short of every ounce of truth in her bones. Through sickness and through health, in this life and the next. Even if the worst were to come from encountering a wolf, Icefeather would keep her vows the same way she kept her vows to StarClan until she passed the mantle to the next medicine cat.
Now, Icefeather had seen many a leader in her time, had witnessed them lose multiple lives many times over. It was a distressing sight to be used to, but she felt less and less panic each time it happened, because her faith in StarClan was unwavering. Nevertheless, rounding a clump of underbrush to find a long-gone wolf in search of more prey, and her mate splayed over the ground half-covered in dirt was acidic. Panic seeped into her bones and fury lit in her belly as her heart pounded its way into her temples. Lurching forward, the white tabby began cleaning the dirt from Tansystar's fur, murmuring soothing nothings to her corpse, praying to StarClan to send her back quickly. She could only hope that whatever was clearly broken would be mended by StarClan and hadn't ripped multiple lives away from Tansystar so soon after her ascension to leadership.
"Come back, my love," Icefeather murmured as she carefully cleaned the dirt away from Tansystar's face with shaky strokes of her tongue. "I'm here, you're safe now. You're going to be just fine, I promise. You know I would never lie to you."
Tawnypaw had been out hunting when the wolf appeared.
She wasn't close to Tansystar per se. After all, she was on a separate patrol, on a separate part of the territory. Much to her frustration, she hadn't caught much so far. apart from a skinny squirrel and an undersized mouse. Stagheart might like that, at least. It wasn't much, but she knew he liked them. She was about to catch another too, a little bigger than the other and much fatter, when Tansystar's shout rung out through the woods, startling the mouse into a nearby burrow. It wasn't close enough to be distinguishable, but close enough for Tawnypaw to recognize the fear in the leader's voice.
What? Concern overtook the young she-cat's body as she stood up straight, turning her head towards the source of the voice. For a moment, she hesitated. Maybe she heard things wrong? She had been on a patrol, right? They would help her, right?
She made her decision. No. I should make sure. That's what a good clanmate would do, right? Giving her tail a confident flick, Tawnypaw headed off in that direction, keeping her ears up to listen for anything else. "Tansystar? Are you okay?" And then she smelled it. Blood? That wasn't good. Still alert, Tawnypaw picked up the pace, her expression turning increasingly worried as the smell got stronger.
By the time she arrived, the wolf was already gone, and Icefeather was scraping dirt off of a scarily familiar torbie pelt. Oh no. Tawnypaw rushed up to the pair, suddenly hit by a dreadfully familiar scent. "Did... did the wolves come back?" Tawnypaw's voice was little more than a whisper as she came up beside Icefeather, feeling a little sick as she spotted the bite wound on Tansystar's stomach and flank. Did just one of them do that?
Tawnypaw's pelt began to stand on end, making her look much bigger than normal. "Why are they bothering us now?" They had left the ShadowClan cats alone before, even when they had come face to face. They had even taken a life from their leader--StarClan, she hoped it was only one. What if they come back? Swallowing back the concern in her throat, she gazed down mournfully of the scarily still form of Tansystar. "I'll... I'll stand guard." Her voice was choked, and uncharacteristically unsettled for the usually mature and feisty apprentice. "Just make sure that she comes back, please." icefeather was the closest thing ShadowClan currently had to a medicine cat, and Tawnypaw had to put faith in her. Tansystar was her mate after all. She wouldn't let her go so easy. That's what mates do, right?
Dragging her eyes away from the unmoving body, Tawnypaw went to stand a couple taillengths away from the pair, sniffing around to try and find out where the wolf had gone. Quietly, she paced back and forth in that general area, keeping her eyes on the surrounding woodland.
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Firedawn had also been in camp when the apprentices arrived in a clear panic. The senior warrior was on her paws quickly, but not as fast as Icefeather was. Looking around to see if she could spot Rainface or Stagheart or Cananrysong, she turned and bolted out of camp soon after. The sight that greeted her made her freeze in her steps. Tansystar, motionless, cold, and half buried made something within the red somali break. The first instinct was to grieve. Her loner roots clawing at to the surfaces before she heard Icefeathers words.
Come back to me, my love...
That was right...leaders had multiple lives. Surely Tansystar would awaken soon? Firedawn would jump lightly at the sound of pawsteps and when Tawnypaw appeared her stomach twisted. "Tawnypaw." She called her apprentices name without really thinking but then moved over to stand beside Icefeather, "Should we carry her home? Or should we wait until she awakens?" The strain in the she-cats voice was clear, and her emerald gaze wouldn't leave her leaders face as worry was etched deep within her features.
Owlpaw hears the chilling howls tearing through the air, a cold feeling settling into his bones. The apprentice's ears shot forward, hearing Tansystar's voice calling out to the clan. The chocolate furred tom ran towards his mother's voice. As he smelled the metallic scent of blood, he knew something was wrong. That's when he heard Icefeather's cries. "No...No." His voice barely above a whisper. "No. Not ma. Please not mama." The longhaired apprentice rushed towards the smell and saw Tansystar there.
"Ma! No!" Owlpaw rushed over towards his family, running to the side of Icefeather. "What do we need to do, mama? What does she need? What herbs can we use to help her heal? She can't lose a life. No, no, no." His cries were pathetic, but he didn't care. He wanted the tortie to be okay. She needed to come back to them. For a brief moment, he saw a brown tabby lying in Tansystar's place. One that was familiar, but he couldn't place the name. Shaking his head, the body of his mother was back to normal. "Ma...come back...please."
✧ // but i made it with you next to me
Those that approached were shaken, grief-stricken, and their eyes turned to Icefeather, pleading and confused and - ah, yes. This was familiar. This she could latch onto, ground herself with the familiar responsibility of guiding a Clan in turmoil because that was what a medicine cat did when disaster struck and the leader was unable to. But she was a mother and a mate first now, so she swept one last assessing look over Tansystar before turning to press her muzzle comfortingly against the top of Owlpaw's head.
"She's going to be just fine," Icefeather promised, loud enough for Firedawn and Tawnypaw to hear as well. Even if she didn't know for sure, she said it like she was sure. "We shouldn't move her until she's awake again. StarClan can heal some of her wounds so that she can come back to us, but we won't know what state she's in until she can tell us. For now, we protect her here."
The white tabby still felt shaky, unsteady, in some regards because Tansystar was never still. She was never quiet like this. Even when she was at rest, or at peace, there was always some sense of minuscule movement or sound around the leader. To see her splayed and broken was...nauseating. Icefeather pressed her nose a little more firmly to the fur between Owlpaw's ears and tried not to dwell on that too much.
As Tanystar finally rose, Firedawn let out a breath she had not realized she had been holding. Relief would hit her like a hurricane, and the smile that adorned her maw would be evident of that. The senior warrior would press her nose against her leaders shoulder lightly, "Welcome back..."
At her friends next words, Firedawn would nod sharply, rising to her paws and waving her tail to beckon Tawnypaw to her side. "Stay close, Tawnypaw.." Her tone was soft, as if she was worried that the wolf was still nearby and could hear if she spoke too loudly. Once they had returned home, Firedawn would press against her leaders side and whisper, "The wolves are closer to camp now...aren't they?..." She wanted to let Tansystar rest, but the clan would need a plan now, what were they suppose to do?....
Tansystar came back. Tawnypaw's attention was grabbed as the now comfortingly familiar voice of their leader entered her ears. Her head snapped towards the torbie she-cat, clear relief showing as her body relaxed. She took a few steps back towards the leader, forcing some sort of smile on her face. "Welcome back."
Tawnypaw couldn't help but agree with Tansystar. They shouldn't be here. The stench of the wolf that had attacked Tansystar still flooded the area despite the beast being long gone. They were much farther from the border than they had been during the first sighting. Tawnypaw could be sure of something: these beasts were bold, and, as Tansystar's death had proved, they were dangerous. Worry creased her young face as she turned to look towards the area the wolf had vanished, her focus only stolen back by Firedawn's beckoning. Nodding, she walked over, keeping watch of the surrounding area out of the corner of her eye. Her tail flicked nervously behind her, her expression dutiful, but highly concerned. Matching Firedawn's quiet meow, Tawnypaw asked, "What... what are we supposed to do about them?"
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✧ // but i made it with you next to me
She almost misses the moment that Tansystar comes back, but catches the refocusing and blinking eye just in time. Icefeather watches her mate test out her range of motion, sitting up slowly and seemingly detached for a few moments before finally seeming to find her way fully back. It's a process that Icefeather is all too familiar with, and she observes carefully. Tansystar's gaze seems to find Icefeather first, and though her faith in StarClan had lessened the worry of her mate's return, it still releases a tension in the former medicine cat's chest to see Tansystar upright and speaking.
The others around them welcome their leader back with shaky voices followed by concerns about the wolves. The white tabby says nothing at first, simply moving to wind around her mate and press her cheek against Tansystar's shoulder. She can feel how disoriented and shaken the leader still is, so Icefeather takes over with a quiet, subtler air of authority - of one who used to hold a position of power and knows she no longer does so.
"Let's get back to camp first. I'll take Tansystar to the medicine den to make sure everything is okay and give her time to reorient. Then we can make plans about the wolves. Until then, double the guard at the camp and make sure every cat knows to stay on alert."