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STOATPAW
Stoatpaw had exhausted himself ages ago, but forced himself to keep moving. Sootstorm had passed out in the middle of their session after he caught a rabbit, and instead of going to get help immediately he had yelled at his dying father. Guilt wracked him and threatened to make him crumble, but his resolve to make things right was stronger. The desire to make sure his father survived whatever was happening and do better next time drove him to push on when his muscles were screaming.

He had half carried, half dragged the WindClan deputy from the moorland as quickly as he could and they were both soaked to the bone from the snow, melted into their pelts from Stoatpaw's panic. Now he was in camp, in the center, and riddled with panic. Daisyfang was gone and they had no medicine cat. As his father's body slid off of his shoulders, his lower half gave out. Had StarClan forsaken him, despite his efforts to keep them pleased? He was devoting his entire life to WindClan, swore he would become a great warrior, had even once said he wanted to be deputy like the tom that had been on his back moments ago. Yet, there he was in the middle of their territory, stuck with a dying cat.

Don't say that. Sootstorm wasn't dying. Sootstorm wasn't even close to being an elder, there was no way his father would just keel over and die like that. Was this StarClan giving him a warning? Was he being too hard on his father? Maybe it was a warning for Sootstorm instead of him. StarClan's way of saying that if the WindClan deputy didn't do better, they'd kill him and let him be replaced. Whatever they were trying to tell them, this wasn't the way. He'd forgive those wicked starry-furred cats as long as they didn't let his father die.

He raised his voice into a caterwaul, pleading with StarClan for some cat to do something. "Help! Help! Sootstorm won't wake up! Help him!"

Subject: Re: turn the power on [o] Sat Mar 09, 2024 7:52 am

Whether it was through luck or absolute unluck that the multicolored tabby had been in camp, Crakeburn didn't know. For all purposes, she didn't exactly want to know, either. That didn't matter, though, as the piercing cry of a cat she would always recognize zipped straight through the air. It was her brother. Stoatpaw. Even if she hardly ever got to interact with him in recent times, there was never going to be a day that passed in which she entirely forgot the voice of her brother. What further plummeted her stomach to her paws, though, was exactly what it was that he cried out.

It was about their father.

Time seemed to pause for several heartbeats for the warrior at that rate, and it wasn't until it kicked in that she needed to do something that Crakeburn forced her paws to move. Letting out a hiss of pain as her shoulder made its dissatisfaction at her movements unknown, her own discomfort was shoved to the side as she ran to where her family now was. "What happened? Are you okay, Stoatpaw? MOM!" Her panicked voice called out specifically for Fennelbreeze. She would be able to help. Their mom had to be able to help.

A set of frantic, mismatched eyes searched her brother and found him no worse for wear, and with that assessment made, she immediately looked about. No medicine cat. No cat that could immediately help him out. Placing a scared paw gently against his side, she was terrified for the worst. But... "He's at least breathing." It was with desperation that she clung to hope at realizing that he was, in fact, not completely dead. ... Well, not yet.

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Rapidpaw heard her brothers terrified voice moments before she saw him. She had been heading out to hunt anyways and was right there when Crakeburn rushed over.

She let out a scared gasp and slowly went over to their sides. She could not belive the sight of their father passed out from... exhaustion? she guessed. No, no he could not die like this. It was all their fault for not taking better care of him, or forcing him to recover.

"dad... wake up" she meowed pleadingly.

She looked to Crakeburn. She would know what to do. She had her warrior name now, even so, Rapidpaw had always looked up to her sister with or without her warrior name.

Soon after she was gently pawing at Stoatpaw and sniffing him over for injury as well. "Stoatpaw are you okay??" she whispered. She cared so much for both her dad and brother, please let nothing bad happen to them

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Stoatpaw's frantic voice made Heatherfrost's curled ears perk immediately. She'd just returned from a hunting patrol and had been prepared to enjoy a brief respite but was instantly on her paws. Tail lashing behind her, she pressed her pelt to her brother's and looked over the collapsed frame of their father and deputy. Blue eyes glanced between her gathered siblings, and after determining that the tom was still breathing, she said nothing for a while.

The warrior knew how her brother felt, how she felt, but it did not diminish the love and care that flowed naturaly between them as kin. Heatherfrost felt stuck, like her paws were frozen to the ground. Without Daisyfang's help, who would be able to help them? What could they do? Her jaw tightened as a breath caught in her throat, finally, Heatherfrost exhaled, "Stoatpaw, what happened?"

Subject: Re: turn the power on [o] Tue Mar 12, 2024 10:00 pm

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

Loud, panicked cries of horror and choked-up pain caught her ears calling for help and shouting her mate's name; and almost instantaneously, Fennelbreeze felt her heart lurch into her throat at the distressed cries of her kits - something that a mother would never want to hear.

"Help! Help! Sootstorm won't wake up! Help him!"
"MOM!"

With as much speed as her legs allowed to be pushed on, the she-cat leaped from her nest to the horrific scene of a limp Sootstorm laid amidst her surrounding kits, their panic just as palpable as her own. Oh, dear Stars— she held back a choked-up cry of panic, hurriedly blinking back the tears burning at her eyes to remain strong for the rest of them and desperately prayed to the Stars that this was not what she thought it would be.

Daisyfang wasn't here. A medicine cat wasn't here.

Nosing against his flank left a frustratedly relieved sigh to exhale from her maw—but what could she do, with their clan lacking such an important member now? Fennelbreeze wasn't an expert on herbology, much less medicine and injuries. Sure, she'd had her fair share with injuries and needed to be treated before by their medicine cat; but she highly doubted she'd be able to safely replicate what Daisyfang had done to help at all.

Sootstorm was breathing, at least - but very faintly. And she knew he needed emergency care. Rushed questions came raining down on Stoatpaw—but she recognized the exhaustion and breathlessness in both his gaze and body. Gently, she hushed the tom and curled up close to his side. "Breathe, Stoatpaw," she whispered, hoping her racing heart and hitching breaths wouldn't betray her own emotions. "Then please tell us what happened."

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STOATPAW
Lucky for Stoatpaw, Rapidpaw would find no injury beneath his ruffled pelt. Only heat exuded from his body from the panic that was rapidly growing within him, threatening to make him crumble like Sootstorm. His forepaws trembled and shook beneath his weight and he stared ahead blankly. The voices of his sisters filled his ears, just as scared as he was. Crakeburn calling for their mother, Rapidpaw's nose and paws brushing against his body and asking if he was okay, Heatherfrost echoing the earlier question of 'What happened?' as she joined his side and their pelts melded together.

His breath quickened as he was bombarded by his family and his vision grew blurry. He couldn't see - why couldn't he see? Stoatpaw blinked frantically, trying to clear his sight but to no avail. Wet, hot tears. He was crying, that was why.

A familiar scent washed over him and he heard a gentle command. "Breathe, Stoatpaw." The tom turned his gaze onto his mother, olive eyes round with fear. He could make out her form and her fawn colored pelt, blurry as it was, and found comfort in the sight. A deep inhale was taken and he felt the sharp cold cut his lungs - enough to snap him out of his frightened stupor.

He moved closer to his mother, then tore his gaze away from her. Onto Heatherfrost, who's shoulder he gingerly rubbed his muzzle and eyes against, comforted by her presence. The action had cleared the wetness from his eyes and he blinked apologetically at her before addressing the cats gathered. "...I don't know." He admitted meekly. "We... We were hunting, a-and got angry at him, and then he just... He just f-fell and wouldn't get up. He wouldn't... He wouldn't even move." His gaze drifted to the mostly still form of his father and he whispered, "I'm scared, Ma."

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