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STATUS - AT CAMP

// ^^ doing this so i know where i am lol.

Anger burned through her as she watched her apprentice kick the goddamn kits out of the way. They were only 3 moons old! She'd deal with that little runt later, hoping it was just Cedarpaws' panic making him act that way. The nursery roof was collapsing slightly and she leapt out into the burning camp.

Bearstorm had grabbed Daisykit before Citrine could react, and she span around looking for anyone else who needed help. "Who needs help?"

ooc // is it cool for Citrine to ask whats up with misty btw? :0

What's up with this femme? Citrine ponders as she leads them both to the camp entrance. She seemed so withdrawn from .... everything. Letting the world slide past. She was determined to see if training Mistypaw would change her reactions at all - hunting wouldn't go well for the apprentice if the world slipped past.

Coming close to the Thunderpath, she casts a look around and then turns to Mistypaw. "I've already taken Cedarpaw across this border to hunt. The shadowclan cats are dumb enough to think no windclanner will pass this path." She snorted.

// here it be! :) @[ rose ]

Sprinting across the Thunderpath with ease, Citrine felt surprised at the lush yellow on this side of the border. Windclan had been bone dry for the last month, so this was certainly refreshing. She got a thrill from leaving her clan, still not fully bound to the Clan rules as she had not changed her name yet. Citrine was out to see a Loner friend she had made - uncommon for Loner's to bond at all, but Citrine had fond memories.

"Rose?" She calls out into the dark night forest. "I better have the right place!"

// yUP she totally just tried to send bumble to starclan >)

Seeing Zephyrbee trying to pull an elder out, Citrine cursed and looked for an easy way for the elders to get out from camp. They would move slower than kits and younger cats so they should have got out first. "Zephr, we need to move them very fast. Like, as in ten minutes ago kind of fast." She calls, bounding over to where he and a few apprentices had gathered.

The fire appeared to be a dark green and yellow to her, blending into the moor slightly. She had to squint to tell where the flames were breaking and separating. There was a piece of old oak that had fallen into the camp, and it wasn't on fire. It was leading the right way and was over the flames. "Get the less able cats onto that oak, it's going towards the Riverclan border."

// and yes please!!

ooc // oh yeah totally forgot that there was a 12 moon leader omds x)

also, hope it's okay to write some backstory to their friendship? like they bring stuff up in this convo that they talk about in the 'past' lol

Hearing a warm familiar voice, Citrine turned to see her young friend make her way over to her. Roses' dark orange pelt appeared a dark mossy green to her colourblind eyes, and it made Rose difficult to tell apart from the dark forestry around them. "Rose, darling! It is good to see a familiar face in these times." The ginger tabby snorts at her friends' question. "And clan-life is just, if not more, confusing than I'd thought it would be- but you'll never guess what." Her eyes caught alight, not giving Rose time to guess. "Jasper - you remember my brother I told you I'd lost - leads Windclan! Never thought he could lead a herd of mice let alone cats." She considers this slightly. "Though I guess they are the same. Which is why I'm surprised you'd join a clan at all, Rose." She rolls her eyes at her friends' tone and wink. "No, I doubt any 'cute cats' will be coming my way anytime soon."

Her sharp green eyes caught on the mess of cobwebs and ointments smeared across Roses' pelt, widening in shock. "Darling! What - should you even be walking? What in the Stars happened to you? Is this what made you join a Clan of all things?!" Citrine had joined because her brother was in the clan - but this must be why Rose joined. An injury, and a nasty looking one at that.

Catching the annoyed glance of Stormgaze, Citrine lashed her tail. She had a vague understanding that this cat had difficulty with his front claws. "It's large enough to take a few cats on it at a time, if you need support a cat can support you over to the other side. And take that kit off your hands." She made a silent note not to hand any more kits to Cedarpaw

The scent of blood had been on her tongue for a while during her hunt, but she was so focused on scenting the scene she didn't see it until she had fallen sideways into a puddle of cats' blood.

Scrambling upright, Citrine took a moment to be shocked by the scene. Cat's littered everywhere, blood turning the yellow moor a horrid dark green colour. Having been a Loner, she was used to seeing dead cats', having caused a few deaths herself, but she was part of this clan now. These could be clan-mates.

Thankful to see her brother and Owlpaw unharmed, she crosses to her brother, fur dripping with the blood she had slipped in. Despite the scene, she held calm, looking at the other cats' panic. Was this not a usual thing to see then? "Jasper - are any of these clan-mates, can you tell?"

Citrine had been about to run after her clan-mates when a mewling from the camp had caught her attention. She had spent precious seconds hunting for the sound and eventually found a newborn NPC kit behind the elders' den. The yellow of the flames had blended together with the dry moor, making it hard to tell which way was safe to run.

The flames had licked at her pelt, and she'd had to burst through them to get them both to safety.

She followed the strong scent of her clan-mates to the Riverclan border. Desperate to find Jasper, she left the kit near one upright warrior, hoping they'd care for it. Scanning and turning, she finally spotted her brother and limped over to him. "Jasper," She rasped, almost mouthed the words, nearly collapsing into Jaspers' side in relief. "We got out. Saw m-more cats coming from camp, should be here soon." Words cracked, her voice brittle and damaged.

"No one, is going back!" Citrine snapped in frustration at these toms wanting to risk their lives when they could barely hold themselves upright. She watched with a faint snarl as Bearstorm coughed, then basically begged to go back into Windclan territory. "And tell me Bear, what would you try and find there, hm? Starclan?" The unfamiliar term for their ancestors felt strange on her tongue, but she knew it would be meaningful to the tom. Citrine gestures to the moor burning behind them. "There's nothing but ash and future breathing problems down there for you." She promises, her green eyes sharp and serious on her maine coon friend.

Considering her clan-mates words, Citrine tilted her head as she spoke. The blood was still drying on her pelt and she made sure that she stayed out of Thornkits view - the kit didn't need nightmares that one of these cats had been re-animated on top of all this.

"I suggest moving them to the Shadowclan border, the Thunderpath." She suggested, gaze on Jasper as she spoke. "That way the predators will be near the Monsters and may deter Shadowclanners from crossing our borders?"

// cool! ill go make it! :)

also im thinking to stir stuff up in shadowclan to drop some bodies at the thunderpath border? :0

"If you want to bury them here, then that's fine." Citrine herself had no problem carrying dead cats in her jaw. Desensitized was a polite was of saying it. "But I just think it's a good opportunity."

Watching Thornkit, Citrine felt a sharp pang of regret that the kit had to witness this. But he was trying to help and that was all they could ask for.

// ahh late response, feel free to bump!!

ooh and her mother ;w;

Citrine was surprised at this. Cedarpaw had at least shown some sort of response to being told they would cross into Shadowclan territory, but Mistypaw wasn't showing anything. She couldn't tell if her apprentice was apathetic or super confident that nothing would attack.

"Alright - I've hunted around here before. We should move to the marshlands. There's always fish in that part." Would there be any response to being told they would be going deeper than just the border of Shadowclan?

// pffttt stormgaze patients is like 1cm long lmao

"Of course, Brother." Citrine replies with a dip of her head, deciding that perhaps the clan-ways were still different from her own. Gesturing to Palepaw to join her, she begins to paw away Earth from the ground. "Come help me over here. And Thornkit, don't fall into the pit." She jokes seriously, as this pit would have to be deep for how many dead cats there were.

She didn't mention how she thought she recognised one of the kittypets.

ooc // out of interest does the 10-97 numbers mean something? :0

also im guessing this would be after their stay in riverclan <3

"Death gets easier, young one." Citrine says sagely, coming up behind Bluebell. She'd noticed the femme had disappeared from the group of cats hanging around by the Riverclan borders. Being an ex-loner, she didn't feel too much remorse for losing a camp - it was a strange place to put a camp anyway - but she felt sorrow for cats so young as Bluebell who had to deal with it.

Her eyes landed on the charred remains of a cat, and carefully she tried to curl her tail over Bluebellpaws' back. "It doesn't seem as if it should, but it does get easier as you grow."

Suit yourself.

Citrine narrowed her eyes at Thornkit. This was just kit behavior, but she wondered if the kit would be this complacent still when he knew exactly what those organs he'd just been casually carrying around were. If his cockiness and grandure would remain if he had been taught what ways to drag his claws along a cats' stomach to make them fall out.

Stormgaze knew this information, so had a right to look queasy. Citrine took a steadying breath. Kits grow out of it. They learn.