The future's in your paws. Shape it well.Roleplay in a cat Clan of warriors. Based off the Warriors series by Erin Hunter. Takes place in an AU before the cats in the books existed.
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Limping back into camp, Wolfblossom parted from Dandelionflight after setting her catch onto the fresh kill pile, grimacing as she moved. Stupid eagle with those stupid, large, sharp talons... The blood hadn't stopped, soaking into her long fur and adding a distinct note of discomfort beneath the pain. The red stood out sharply against the pale white of her shoulder fur, even as she ducked beneath the rocky overhang that led to the entrance of the medicine den. She wasn't having trouble putting weight on her paws which she thought was a good sign, but she was no medicine cat.
"Fogfeather? Plumpaw?" Wolfblossom called out hesitantly. What if they were out collecting herbs? She didn't particularly want to go to the medicine den either, but had figured it was better safe than sorry. And those talons had done damage, whether she wanted to admit it or not. "We uh, ran into an eagle while hunting..."
One thing Fogfeather hated more than anything was showing weakness.
He takes it to the extreme, of course— where a normal, cowardly warrior would puff their chest out when frightened, Fogfeather would build barrier after barrier until not a single emotion shone through. He revels in his constructed apathy, finds comfort in it when faced with the forest’s unrelenting harshness, but he can never seem to keep it together when it comes to his family. He’s seen good warriors bleed out and strong cats crumble like loose dirt, but when his older sister bleeds, all he can see is red.
”Wolfblossom?!” Fogfeather chokes, somewhere between emotionally constipated and deeply confused. ”What do you mean an eagle— are you crazy?-- get inside now, Let me see that.” His usually slow and calculated tone rushed out of him frenzied and clipped, forest eyes wide as he half-ushers, half-pushes Wolfblossom into an empty nest. Like all of his siblings, her fur was long and thick, so being able to make out the severity of her wound from a simple glance was impossible. He needed to examine her as soon as he could. What was she thinking, running around chasing birds of prey?
Fogfeaather was upset. Ah, but Wolfblossom had expected as much, she supposed, and came to the medicine den anyway. That didn't mean she liked it. "I'm okay, really-" Wolfblossom grumbled, though her protest was rather weak considering the blood soaking into her shoulder fur. "I was rtying to catch a squirrel and it thought I'd make an easy target. It's dead, don't worry." She ducked her head, all but squirming. Just because the den was empty didn't mean Fogfeather pushing her toward a nest and fussing like she was a wayward kit was any less embarrassing. Still, she sat in the nest she'd been unceremoniously nudged toward without much of a fight. She was too tired for such, and truthfully, her wounds stung. She would rather Fogfeather look at them sooner instead of later.
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