Battle Patrol [Feral Thunder Signs ups only]

Mottlestar let out another yowl of pain as her leg was grabbed, twisting in such a way that she felt an unnatural pop! from her hip. She wanted to scream. Scream with every fiber of her being. But she couldn't, instead the sensation somehow rendering her silent, unable to do anything else but attempt to grab some semblance of bearings as she was thrashed about by the canine.

Mottlestar is stunned!

This long show of egotistical strength was tiresome. Die.

Red Wild Cat used ???. Rottweiler 3 is dead.

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Checking on her old mentor first, Firefly turned to the aid of Mottlestar.

The final dog dropped and Darkspirit took several moments to release his claws and teeth from the dog's flesh. Once he had, he drew back and panted heavily, blood smeared on his paws and his mouth. He looked at Comfreyheart first, then to Mottlestar. Her leg.... "Mottlestar?" He asked, but then wasn't sure what else to say. She was still conscious, so she would still give orders for now. Still, he wanted nothing more than to retreat to camp and have the medicine cat attend to their injuries. He looked back at the intruders, unsure of how he felt about them in that moment. The silver she-cat stepped closer, but there was no rigidness in her movements or hostility in her voice.

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The silver spotted she-cat stepped forward, calmly, and assumed the injuries the cats had sustained was going to be the end of them. If not now, then later. "Thank... you." She said calmly, her words broken and the cadence for said words slightly off. It was clearly not her first language. She approached Mottlestar, but kept a fox-length away for the comfort of her companions. They didn't trust her yet, and how could she blame them?

"You... help us. We... help you?" She nodded towards the slain dogs, hoping they would understand. "Carry... you... maybe?" She looked at her companions, one cat that was her species, just a different color, and the tom an entirely different cat. Still, he seemed fine enough in the brief span of time they had been with him. She looked back to the cats and reclined onto her haunches, hoping to seem far less threatening.

"I... Sleet." She said, wondering if they'd understand or not. If not, introductions could happen later.

"Thank." She breathed as the last of the dogs fell, gingerly stepping away from the body. "You okay?" Her question was more directed toward the silver spotted she-cat and the russet tom who were her companions, though the golden spotted she-cat glanced around at the cats who had helped them as well. Those dogs had been vicious, and the blood that hung in their air was not just theirs. The little tortoiseshell seemed to bear the worst of the injuries.

The silver spotted she-cat introduced herself, and that gave the golden spotted she-cat pause. The strangers had helped, though she still felt wary. They had chased the trio before, after all, and they were outnumbered. Still... She wasn't ungrateful for the help, either. An introduction was probably expected of them.

"Aurelia." She introduced herself quietly.

The tom blinked, slowly piecing together what the small, beat up cat had been saying to him.  The names of his companions was what placed that final piece. His name. "Hank." Not as pretty as Sleet or Aurelia's, but it was simple enough for even him to say.

It didn't really matter what was being said, really; he would follow his female companions wherever they went.

It just occuring to Hank that the she-cat hadnt given her name, he simply said, "Name."

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Firefly was not to keen on welcoming the strange looking cats into their camp, but Mottlestar was badly beaten. Same could be said for Comfreyheart who had jumped into action alongside the russet warrior.

She did find the demand for their leaders name rather annoying, though. "Mottlestar. Our leader." To which Hank replied, "...Motherstar."

Darkspirit listened intently to the foreigners as well as Mottlestar's orders. He could tell she wasn't right yet, but he couldn't blame her. He would obey for now, though he was very wary of allowing these strangers into their camp. Mottlestar wasn't in a condition to argue though, and he wasn't about to stress her out worse with questioning.

"I believe our leader's orders are clear enough. Thunderclan, lets go back to camp." His voice was gentle, but loud and authoritative. He stood by Comfreyheart and offered his shoulder for her to lean on. He would lead everyone back to camp and explain what happened. Mottlestar would need to be seen right away, as well as his sister.

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Sleet listened carefully, picking up enough of what the mottled molly was saying to get the gist of the meaning. Though she wasn't sure she heard her correctly at one point. Lose a life? She didn't know what to make of that. Maybe her interpretation of the words in the Felis domesticos language wasn't as good as even she thought. The silver she-cat lowered herself to the ground and wedged her shoulder under Mottlestar as she sank as well. She tucked her head under one of her forelegs and wiggled his hips between the molly's hind feet. She stood slowly from the ground, taking in a breath and controlling her breathing as she carried Mottlestar on her back.

Sleet wasn't incredibly large, but her wild cat blood had formed her to be sturdy and strong for her size. She would follow the others where ever they lead, though she had a pretty good idea where the cats lived. Being of wild blood and not just a stray domestic feline, she could scent even from this far exactly where the highest concentration of cats were. She and her companions had avoided that area thus far, but now the time had come for them to face it.

The heat of battle faded with the last dog's dying breath, and Lichenwing, covered in a layer of gore from the first dog's opened throat, turned away from the corpse as a welcome quiet enveloped them. Panting lightly, he glanced between the group of strangers, and his own family. They had been hunting these cats as trespassers, but after the shared battle, they seemed more like allies... those dogs were on ThunderClan territory, and there was a good chance that without these strangers, their patrol wouldn't have walked away without losses.

He gave no thought to the idea that the foreign cats could have purposely brought the dogs on to ThunderClan territory, because that didn't make sense. They'd have been chewed to pieces if the patrol hadn't stepped in. Luckily, though, it seemed like the tensions were abated... for now at least.

A few names were exchanged, and Mottlestar decided to invite the strangers back to camp. Lichenwing hmphed a gentle approval, and stood nearby as the silver she-cat aided the leader in rising, and then began carrying her. He stuck close to the pair, quiet but not uncomfortably so. "M'name's Lichenwing," he said after a while. "Thanks for the help."