"D-don't see why not," Otterpaw chirruped, slowing down a bit so that the shorter tom could keep up with her. Smiling down at Wasppaw, the brown-furred molly playfully flicked her tail against his back; then, still trotting along, she found herself lost in the honey-gold stripes of his long fur; the beauty in his scars; the way his eyes shone. With a sigh and a brisk shake of her head, she looked back ahead, though her eyes did drift then and again to the lovable tomcat beside her.
"Ah, am I st-staring? M-my b-b-bad. Uh -- y-you're awfully cute, y-y-y'know that?" she babbled, her ears and cheeks flushing hot with disbelief in her own words. Otterpaw may have stuttered a great deal, but she was increasingly bold; she often said what she thought, even if she came to regret what she said later on.
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Otterpaw was limping; her face a grim mixture of pain and ecstasy, finally having made her way back to the SkyClan border. She had been captured the day before; had been pitted against Freya in a forced fight, then run away -- far, far away -- the second the other had been distracted. She had fought her way through a small crowd of BloodClan cats, all of which had been watching her terribly one-sided battle; and Otterpaw, to her own pride, had left a few marks on her adversaries. She hid; ran; passed out luckily close to a loners' hideout, accepting minimal aid before getting on her path back home. The odds had been against Otterpaw in every way; but there she was.
Home.
Bittersweet laughter bubbled from Otterpaw's maw the minute she collapsed on the SkyClan side of the border; then, she called desperately out: "I-I need to see Wasppaw r-r-right n-now. StarClan, pl-please! If anyone's there, just go g-get him!"
Of course she needed a medicine cat; that was what any oblivious SkyClan member would think. But anyone who knew her -- or Wasppaw, for that matter -- particularly well would know that she was more worried for him than she was for herself. Otterpaw desperately needed to show her best friend that she was alive, if barely; if Otterpaw knew her friend at all, she knew that he would have noticed her absence from the den, the camp, and even her usual training spot.
Then, in a low mumble, she added: "St-St-StarClan, s-someone please b-be here."
Otterpaw's shoulder was the biggest casualty; Freya had badly scratched it, then continued attacking in the same spot in order to disable her for torture. Claw marks stretched from her ear to the opposite corner of her face; her less-damaged shoulder, too, was marked deep by claws and teeth; the wounds were barely a day old, and she had not cleaned the blood from her fur. Otterpaw was quite lucky to have not sustained much, much worse; Freya had been close to throwing Otterpaw in a cage with a dog before she managed to bolt.
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As though summoned by her best friend's thoughts of romance, Otterpaw trotted up to the little gathering of cats. "H-hunting? Count me i-in," she easily meowed, shrugging her shoulders and looking -- smiling -- from Minnownose to Wasppaw to Leechstrike.
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Otterpaw had expected a bit different than a thank you; but she still smiled and nodded. Her face, however, fell a bit at his next comment; she found herself looking at her own paws and shoulders, convincing herself over again in her head that she was just as feminine as any other cat. That was, if you paid no mind to the towering height and -- beautiful and sultry, even occasionally to Otterpaw herself -- deep, warm voice. Otterpaw first felt that she should not bother Wasppaw by pointing out his wording; but, finally, with a sigh, she spoke.
"O-oh, th-thanks," she begun somewhat dejectedly, responding to his compliment. "B-but -- uh, w-wording, Wasppaw, alright? I-I don't st-struggle as much w-with the -- the dys-dysphoria anymore. B-but -- it's still p-part of me, and e-everyone kn-knows I'm a molly and I-I'm glad, a-and I-I've f-finally accepted m-myself, at l-least when it comes to th-that, I th-think, b-but pl-please don't f-forget who I am and s-say something l-like -- like that. A-about having t-to get p-past the p-paws and the sh-shoulders t-to think s-someone looks g-girly. E-even if s-someone is you! A t-tom! I-I'm the t-tallest apprentice in the cl-clan and m-my shoulders a-aren't exactly thin e-either, y'know. I-I c-can't change my l-looks. J-just -- c-can we, as f-four peaceful cl-clans, just g-get rid of the n-n-notion that some th-things look tomlike and s-some look m-mollylike?" she finally finished, rolling her eyes; a gesture very much directed at the dumb world they lived in and not at Wasppaw. She opened her maw again, instinctively ready to say sorry -- but Otterpaw rightfully realized that, no, she did not have to apologize for such a thing.
"B-but, uh -- y-you're sweet. That was sw-sweet. About m-my eyes." And with that, her smile returned. -
"I r-ran all the d-d-damned way out o-of Bl-BloodClan when all th-this was fr-fresh," was her answer, a broken smile across her maw -- literally broken, for a cut sliced through her lips -- as she reached up her muzzle to caress the tom, unwittingly leaving a spot of blood on his honey-toned fur as she pulled away. "B-but I d-d-don't th-think I w-want to m-move r-right now. St-StarClan, don't m-make me. I-I'm c-comfortable h-here," she said, trailing off as her glazed eyes focused on something in the distance; Otterpaw, having lost blood and suffered immeasurable trauma, was not entirely present in that moment. Jolting back to reality and dropping her head to the grass, she just stared at her friend as he worked; both worried for his state and gleeful that she had made it back to him. "Wasppaw? I-I'm o-okay," she gently added, though that was not entirely true.
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"Aww," Otterpaw said, bending down to touch her nose to Wasppaw's ear. "That's the b-best answer you c-c-could've g-given me. Th-thank you," she said honestly, looking lovingly into the medicine cat's eyes. Otterpaw then spotted a bird; she quickly crouched, signaling for Wasppaw to be quiet, and shimmied along the ground until she was close to its resting spot upon a branch. She backed up a bit; built up speed as quietly as she could, having little muscle in her hind legs with which to throw herself at her prey -- that is, without the help of physics. Otterpaw finally sprang, tearing her prey straight off the branch as she flew over it; she landed with a dead creature hanging limp from her jaws, looking happily back at Wasppaw.
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Two cats' attention at once -- now that was a new and interesting situation for Otterpaw.
"Ugh, n-no n-n-naps?" Otterpaw weakly chuckled, halfway aware of what her best friend meant. His words weighed heavy in her chest; did that mean that Otterpaw was so hurt that she would die if she fell asleep?! Perhaps the worry did a little good to keep her awake; staring self-consciously at Poppystar's feet (the one part of the molly that was presently on eye-level with Otterpaw,) fretting that the leader, of all cats, was on babysitting duty. Otterpaw had half a mind to tell Poppystar that she did not need to stay; but, then again, SkyClan's leader was likely not a cat used to being told what she did or did not need to do, so the apprentice figured that looking away and shutting her mouth was the best approach to the situation.
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WOOOOAHHHH WHAAAAT
Adder and Otter!!!
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"B-back? Finally?" asked Otterpaw, somewhat weakly, as she limped out of the medicine den; a single leaf of mint fell from her jaw as she spoke, seeing as Wasppaw's current patient had been cleaning up her best friend's herb storage while he was out-and-about. Knowing Wasppaw -- or Addercloud, as she did not yet know was his new name -- Otterpaw was positive that she would never get away with doing the tom such a favor while he was around to stop her.
"Ooh, ooh, right! N-new name! L-l-lemme b-be the f-f-first SkyClanner to kn-know your new n-name! Wh-what is it?!" she excitedly asked, limping a little further from the entrance. The fresh aroma of herbs clung to her pelt like perfume.
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//PFFTFP oops I thought it was a meeting TO change his name
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"Wait, wh-wh-what? It happened this time?! I-I-I kn-knew you were b-basically a f-full medicine c-cat now, s-so I decided I w-was gonna st-start asking e-every time you g-got b-back from a meeting!" Otterpaw laughed, clearly shocked. She slowly shook her head at the newly-named Addercloud, a smile across her maw. "A-Adder and Otter now, th-then, huh? Th-that's got a r-ring to it!" she teased, padding up closer to Addercloud and burying her wounded face in the thick fur of the tom's neck.
//NICE SAVE, ME
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I need more threads with Otter... she'll be recovering for awhile, and Drama and I have a pretty big surprise coming up for them. >_>
Perhaps... a series of big surprises!
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Hey, I was just getting around to responding (busy week, sorry!) and realized your Otter's subbie is gone. Does that mean she's gone and I shouldn't reply? Or?
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More like Drama and I right now. The kitties are cowering in fear of our awful deeds.The Thing that we've enlisted your help for will likely be up tomorrow. ;p Tonight if Drama gets on, but it doesn't look like they will.
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Friendship, unexpressed mutual love, and near-death experiences!
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OOC: Please let @- Addercloud get the first post! After that, feel free to post.
Addercloud was so good to her.
Otterpaw, as she laid, breath shaking, on the floor of the medicine den, could think of little but her best friend. How he knew what she knew; how neither of them dared to speak it. She waited for him to say it first; he was the medic of the two, and that meant that he was supposed to be the one to break the news. No, a dying cat did not inform her medic that she was soon to pass; Addercloud was meant to tell her.
And yet, he had not. Was he denying it? Did he think he could fix it?
Did Addercloud truly believe that Otterpaw was not dying?
Her recovery had begun alright; but, a few days after her return from BloodClan, an otherwise minor wound on her tail had become rather suddenly and hideously infected. That particular one had not, in fact, been sustained in combat with Freya, but during a fall while running away from the twolegplace that the bloodthirsty street-cats called home. It was halfway down her long, dark tail; and, once it translated to a gangrenous area including and past the wound, Addercloud was forced to put the both of them through something awful.
And then, Otterpaw was left wondering how that would affect her hunting; her fighting. Half a tail remained; would she be able to use it as well to steer her airborne attacks, to fall with grace? Would she be able to snatch a bird from its perch and still catch herself with her paws?
But the wondering was cut short; for the symptoms of sepsis, loud and clear, set terrifyingly in. The amputation had not come soon enough.
"Adder," she sighed, breath shuddering.
"My wh-whole life; ev-everything I had. It all -- it all w-went to be-becoming a w-warrior. Pr-proving I could be-be a warrior."
Otterpaw paused, looking down at her paws.
"We kn-know what's g-gonna happen. Y-you tried -- d-don't feel b-bad about it. B-but I'm not r-ready to g-give up my dr-dream. My l-life goal."
With that, the tears welling in her pale eyes, Otterpaw looked up at her best friend.
"I w-want to die a w-warrior. Pl-please -- get Poppystar."
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I have my reasons. >_>
ALSO: Can someone puh-lease link me to an updated fancypost guide