Posts by Otterfang

Otter's not dead yet y'all :P //hinthint?

I was gonna be more secretive, but, well. It's a Lostface situation.

...I can't pretend I'm gonna kill her, c'mon, this is my favorite character. And SkyClan's too slow. So it'd be days til y'all found out. >_>

Ooo :0 Tyty

Jaggedsight wrote:

Wasppaw is Addercloud now?

Yep!!

Ooooooo *eyebrow wiggle*

"H-hey!" Otterpaw replied, chuckling through the sobs. She briefly composed herself; wiped her eyes with a paw, took a deep breath. The chocolate-furred molly closed her eyes; briefly pretended that she was, instead, in the middle of camp, her clanmates gathering around her. Otterpaw imagined that Addercloud was watching in glee, not in sadness; that Poppystar looked upon her face with pride, not with tears so nearly falling down her face. She did, however, know she had to leave that land of pretend eventually; stay in reality until someone -- Foxdancer, perhaps, since she had been missing for so long -- came down from Silverpelt above to lead her away to StarClan's hunting fields. Otterpaw desperately wished she was not going in such a way; she would have preferred dying at Freya's claws. A tail was such a silly extremity; could the killing blow not have been to her face, her heart? No; of course Otterpaw, who suffered so hard to become a decent fighter, died because a scrape on her tail got so hideously infected.

"I-I g-guess you're h-here for my l-last wish. Tr-try not to cr-cry and I'll t-try too, o-okay? W-we can pr-pretend -- we can pr-pretend everything's g-gonna be o-okay for a m-minute."

Otterpaw's -- Otterfang's -- feelings in that moment were complicated; laughter and sobs intermingled, and she pressed her head into Addercloud's flank as she looked upon Poppystar's sad visage.

"Th-thanks. Otterfang -- th-that's something! I l-love it," she said, weakly, suffering through the dizziness with a meek smile on her maw. "W-well, Poppystar, A-Addercloud -- I g-guess I'll s-see you a-again in the n-next one," she continued, breath shaking, as she focused on the shifting image of her best friend Addercloud's face. The molly made a bit of an overwhelmed sound; everything spun and it felt as though she was going to throw up her own heart. A pressure in her head; the inescapable feeling like your limbs are asleep; a ringing in her ears that drowned out her clanmates' sounds. Sleep hit her like a slow wave; and she still leaned on Addercloud.

Otterfang was greeted by a familiar face -- a cat she knew in DarkClan. A cat who she prepared to follow, nodding and offering a smile; but he smiled back and shook his head, motioning for the chocolate molly to go back to Addercloud; back to SkyClan, back to her life.

"Otterfang, your time has not come. Not here -- not now. You are free to return."

His starry form faded into white light; white light that filled the den and drowned Otterfang like water, before fading away and revealing a peaceful field. Otterfang spotted a flash of golden fur; and she had a pleasant dream of a life with her best friend. A dream that would, in fact, give Otterfang a grand realization; she was desperately in love -- much like Addercloud was.

And with that, a half a minute after she had seemed so thoroughly -- albeit peacefully -- to die, Otterfang's unconscious form shuddered, her flank -- with effort -- offering a hopeful and shallow heave. Perhaps she had dreamed of the StarClan cat, and shock had been mistaken for sepsis; but, then again, perhaps she truly had been visited. Such was an unsure thing; and Otterfang would never be sure either way whether she had been saved by StarClan or a medical misunderstanding.

But Otterfang's life did not leave her; and, through the night, her life would not leave her.

And Otterfang, a freshly-named warrior, survived.

Haven't been on Otter in awhile! SkC is just... slow. :'D

I like Spider as a prefix, buuut I will warn you that Spiderleg was in the books. :P I remember purely because young me was a cat nerd and very, very angry that Spiderleg was a "black cat with a brown underbelly" since such is Not Possible.

Spidereyes would be a cool name though IMHO! Spiderheart, Spiderclaw, Spiderstrike, Spiderfang... Ooh, Spiderbite? :0

She was alive.

Otterfang was constantly amazed at that fact; and she was finally out and about, free from the medicine den and her best friend's caring clutches, hunting and going about her usual duties with a little bit less tail waving behind her. The meek apprentice had been transformed, through what was supposed to be a death-bed ceremony, into a warrior who walked a little taller, held her head a little higher. Otterfang presently strode into camp with a rabbit dangling from her jaws; proof, in Otterfang's eyes, that her near-death experience had not harmed her abilities.

Otterfang tilted her head; a bit confused at first by the generalized question. She had not interacted with this particular apprentice before; she figured that he became a 'paw just as Otter herself had become a 'fang. Otterfang did, however, decide to respond to Wheatpaw's question; after all, the chocolate-furred warrior was feeling miraculous following her recovery, and she had a little trouble keeping that joy to herself.

"I-I'm gr-great! Qu-quite a-alive," she said -- and that state of living meant quite a lot to her as the words bubbled past her lips with a giggle; gangrene following a BloodClan capture had quite nearly claimed her life. She did not, however, mean to divert any conversation towards her own well-being; no, there had been enough worry over that. Thus, she seconded Minnownose's question. "Y-yeah, h-how are y-y-you?"

Otterfang bounded up just in time; skidding to a halt beside Addercloud, who she nudged and offered a purr and a wink. Her affections, since the near-death experience, had grown a little more bold; Otterfang, in general, had grown a little more bold. "I-I h-hope I'm in t-time to j-join!" Otterfang said, looking from face to face for approval.

"Bl-BloodClan?" Otterpaw asked, lifting a paw and gingerly inspecting Cloudspots. The chocolate-furred molly, herself, had quite recently almost met a grisly fate due to Freya. "Y-you'll need c-cobwebs, g-goldenrod, m-marigold -- o-oh, and A-Addercloud! H-has anyone g-gone to g-get him o-or should I?" she said; herbal knowledge, since Otterfang's prolonged medicine den stay, had become a bit of a hobby and a knack. She poised to run and get the medicine cat; however, she waited for the other cats' say-so. She would be of little use running off if someone else had gone and done the same already.

Getting active with Otter again! I wanted to tie up any loose ends before I started posting around again so that I didn't have to retro-post. >_>

She's happy to be alive. And also crushing even harder on Addercloud. And also she knows some herbs now. :'D

Otterfang readied to run and look; however, she quickly realized that her friend could have been off anywhere. Cloudspots was bleeding; she had watched Addercloud fix this sort of thing, both on Otter's own body and the those of others. Thus, she went into the herb storage -- something she had cleaned and organized herself on a couple of occasions, in order to repay Addercloud for all his help and love. Otterfang briefly looked for the herbs she had previously mentioned; but, not completely positive of which golden flower was which, she opted for just the cobwebs. They stuck to her jaws; trembling with nerves, the molly knelt down and aimed to administer some semi-unprofessional first aid, layering on cobwebs the same way Addercloud had done to all Otter's own wounds.

//mobile

Is it you?! :0

Goldenrod -- Otterfang mentally noted, with a bit of a skip in her heart, that she had been correct about that. She, of course, was a bit embarrassed to see Addercloud removing the cobwebs; but the brown-furred molly reminded herself that it was just to medicate the wound, and she had done the proper thing by stopping the bleeding while Addercloud was on his way. "H-horsetail, gold-goldenrod, c-comfrey, p-poppy s-seeds," she quietly chanted to herself, rushing to the herb storage; she took, perhaps, some moments longer than Addercloud would have in locating the herbs, but returned with all the correct things bundled in her jaws. She placed them beside Addercloud; gently pushed the poppy seeds towards Cloudspots' mouth with her paw, not yet instructing her to eat them, just in case that was the wrong thing to do. She looked gingerly to Addercloud -- it hit her like a rush that she had not been sent out of the den, and her stomach twisted. Did he trust her that much?

"C-congrats!" Otterfang added, dipping her head respectfully to the new deputy as she padded towards the crowd. She glanced back towards Addercloud; wondered why he didn't sit closer. Perhaps he was busy with patients.

Otterfang, too, was curious as to what had happened; but she figured that, if Poppystar was being so nonchalant about it, there was no reason to ask. She dipped her head to the leader; offered her a meek smile. The newly-named warrior was unsure of how Poppystar felt about her at the time; having been so choked up about her supposed death, but then witnessing her recovery and return to clan duties.

"G-good morning," she replied.

"W-we can both be on kitten-sitting duty," Otterfang quietly added, resting her head on that of the medicine cat; noticing his troubled face and drifting gaze, she was attempting to offer him some bit of reassurance. "H-hi, Quietkit! W-we were k-kinda den-denmates th-there for awhile, but I d-don't th-think we've r-really sp-spoken much y-yet," she said, crouching down near the little scrap of fur who had been ill with her in the medicine den for quite some time.

The idea of looking after a kitten with Addercloud made Otterfang chuckle happily to herself; her face warmed, and she moved back to her spot beside the medicine cat. Her eyes flickered from him to the kitten; the idea to tell Addercloud how she felt hit her like a rock to the face, and she briefly held her breath, as though the words would have escaped if she did not.