monsters in the dark [semi-open]

Subject: monsters in the dark [semi-open] Sat Feb 10, 2024 12:38 pm

There was only one, maybe two things going through Crakepaw's mind as she limped her way back to camp. The first of which being that she was bleeding, and in so much pain that every step threatened to tear scream after scream from her throat. The second was that she knew she needed to see Daisyfang quickly, or the pain would continue to make her woozy to a point that she would never be able to make it to her warrior ceremony.

Mental curse after mental curse spit its way on her otherwise bitter, bloody-tasting tongue as the blood soaked apprentice limped her way into camp. Her folded ears stayed pinned directly against her head, her chest heaving and panting as she hardly kept herself in a straight line as she practically beelined to the medicine cat's den. Her shoulder burned with an angry fervor, and if there wasn't any care placed into her usage of the paw, or even how she let her leg sway sometimes, whatever clotting that had started would simply break loose again and it would once more send a trickle of fresh crimson down her tabbied side.

Truthfully, she was not looking forward to cleaning the blood out of her pelt. Her own blood, or that of the tom that she'd faced off against. Though his name seemed to be nowhere in her memory, there was no mistaking the tom's all black fur, marred with other scars of battle. He carried himself like some important cat, too. Perhaps he was their deputy? That seemed right, but it was impossible for her to think with all of the pain that she currently felt. It was the moment that she made it to Daisyfang's den that the tears she'd been holding back seemed to spill forth, the apprentice's breath hitching in a sob.

"Daisy...fa-a-annggg... help.... I-I need papa, too... A Shadow-clan tom... Tore up my shou-oulder..." Her sobs broke her words. Warriors did not cry. Daughters of the deputy did not cry. But for something so harsh, for her shoulder to be so heavily marred? Crakepaw told herself it was okay to cry. The stench of her bleeding wound was certainly carrying itself throughout camp, the tang of blood catchable in the air for any trained nose.

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Subject: Re: monsters in the dark [semi-open] Sat Feb 10, 2024 7:21 pm

You can’t fix the past, but you can change the future.

When the stench of blood first reached him, his mind quickly went into disarray, and the mouse that he had been carrying to the queens dropped without a second thought. What happened? Was there another pack of dogs? Who was hurt? Or worse, dead? The thought of it being any of his family, Tallshadow, Rapidpaw, Tigerstar, Fennelbreeze, any of them, made his heart leap into his throat. He tried to convince himself that he was just worrying for nothing; that it was most likely just a fox attack that resulted into one or two scratches. Sootstorm took one breath, then another, trying to calm the furious fluttering in his belly. He was the deputy, he had to remain calm.

And he did. At least until he heard the cry of his daughter, unmistakable to a father who had spent every living moment by his children's side. The deputy burst into the medicine cat den, shouldering past any other cat who were in his way without even a word of remorse. Crakepaw was injured. Crakepaw was injured. The wound was gaping, running over her beautiful fur like a river. Blood marked her entire path from the camp entrance to the medicine cat den. And her eyes. She looked so scared, so distressed, it broke Sootstorm's heart. Who had done this to his precious daughter? Sootstorm pressed close to her, licking her shoulder and fur in an attempt to get the blood off. The blood was so thick in areas that he couldn't tell where the wound began.

He froze when he registered the words that was coming out of Crakepaw's mouth. A ShadowClan warrior did this? A ShadowClan warrior tore up the shoulder of an apprentice. It didn't make sense to him; from his encounters with the deputy, he had seemed reasonable, though a little awkward. He didn't believe that ShadowClan was horrible enough to hurt his daughter like this, and yet here she was, injured and crying. "It's okay, I'm here," He murmured, gently teasing the tangles out of where the blood had dried and cotted. "Can you tell me what happened?" The deputy prompted, trying his best not to let his anger show on his face. It wasn't directed at Crakepaw, and there was no point lashing out at anyone in this den. No. He was going to gather a patrol to have a talk with ShadowClan as soon as he got all the facts, with or without Tigerstar's approval.

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Subject: Re: monsters in the dark [semi-open] Wed Feb 14, 2024 7:32 am

Fennel
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To live is the rarest thing in the world

"You had a speech, you're speechless. Love slipped beyond your reaches."

If there was one thing a mother feared more than her family's sadness—it was either their demise or one of them being injured. Such was the situation right now. Blood, heavy, metallic blood filled the air with its metallic stench as Fennelbreeze immediately shot up in alarm - heart dropping to the pit of her stomach in fear and anxiety if anything was wrong. Please, please don't let it be either of us.

Her daughter's broken cry was the last straw before distressed motherly instincts sent her sprinting into the medicine den after Sootstorm; rapid breaths and heart shattering at her daughter's shoulder completely battered and torn up. "Crakepaw...!" She let out a hiccuping gasp, almost forgetting she should remain calm to not panic her daughter any further. "Crakepaw, oh Stars, what - how did you get into this situation?" She rushed to accompany Crakepaw's side, joining in with her mate to help lick up and clean the wound. Blood poured down thick like streams; she wasn't sure where to even start.

Shadowclan did this, She thought with bitter scorn, feeling her throat tighten uncomfortably at the mention of their name. Even if no grudges were held against before, the fact that someone dared to have such audacity to cause such permanent harm to an apprentice must've been bold. Even if maternal instincts rushed her to snarl and demand equal harm to whoever did this to their daughter—she forced herself to go along with Sootstorm, who was the more responsible and level-headed one here as the deputy. And Daisyfang too, of course, as their medicine cat. "...You're right. Let's just - breathe a little. We're here for you. You can explain things once you feel better, okay?"

ft. Taylor Swift in
— Champagne Problems
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