Wheatwings, Heatherfoot, & Riverwhisper ~P~

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    Soon Riverwhisper's doze turned into a deep sleep, and quickly her tailtip started to twitch as a nightmare filled her head. Loud whimpers escaped her, and the place where her scar was on her flank was shaking badly.

    Wheatwings jumped to his paws. "We have to go tell the Clan!" he purred.

    Wheatwings bounded towards camp, looking over his shoulder every now and then to make sure Heatherfoot was keeping up. He squeezed in the entrance. "Heatherfoot is expecting kits!" he announced.

    Riverwhisper didn't hear the announcement. All she could hear and see was her nightmare...and her father. She was whimpering so loud now some of the clan cats were staring at her with worried eyes. Her scar seemed to grow, and her whole body was shaking so badly and so fast it looked painful.

    "Father...no..." Riverwhisper muttered while sleeping, and suddenly she yowled with pain. Her scar opened and blood came out as a torrent, making a large pool beside her as her skin opened along her flank.

    Wheatwings smelled the scent of blood, and looked around wildly. As he saw the blood pool out of Riverwhisper, his mind went blank. He just stood there.

    Heatherfoot screeched in shock at the blood. She raced to the medicine cat den and grabbed cobwebs. She frantically began pressing them onto the wound.

    Wheatwings! Come to your senses! Riverwhisper needs you! Wheatwings screeched at himself in his head. He shook his head roughly and bounded over to Riverwhisper. "You're not going to die!" he snarled, more at himself than anyone.

    "Father! Stop!" Riverwhisper screeched before a yowl broke out again. More fresh cuts covered her body, mainly around her open scar. Blood covered her silver pelt, and her icy eyes were closed tight.

    "NO!" Wheatwings screeched. "Fight me! Let's see who wins!" he snarled at her father, although her couldn't see him, or smell him.

    Suddenly a harsh laugh came from all around. "This battle is with me and my daughter!" a voice boomed as more cuts opened Riverwhisper's skin.
    Opening her eyes, Riverwhisper stood and looked around, the camp silent once more and her body gaining no more cuts. "He's gone," she whispered, sitting down. "I beat my nightmare. He'll leave me alone for a couple of days."

    OOC: Could everyone in camp hear it or just Wheatwings?


    IC: Wheatwings snarled at the voice. "If you ever lay a claw on her again, you'll have to deal with me! I WILL find you, and then I'LL become YOUR nightmare!"

    (everyone)


    Riverwhisper looked at Wheatwings. "It's okay," she meowed, sounding and looking calm. "He's gone. He can't hear you anymore."

    Wheatwings was going mad with anger and protectiveness. He paced around camp with claws unsheathed and his teeth bared, muttering curses at Riverwhisper's father under his breath.