OakClan: Camp

Although Goldenstorm’s attack was successful, it was maybe too successful. Her momentum carried her too far forward, having her tumble around with Lilaccloud. As they fought to get the upper hand, Goldenstorm hissed in pain when the she-cat’s claws lashed out along her chest. Then, from the corner of her eye, she watched as even more OakClan cats entered the area. Duneflight was beginning to get a bit overwhelmed. Disentangling herself from the two female cats, she stepped back and took a moment to consider their options. There were too many OakClanners to fight. Since when had the clan gotten this huge? Her own warriors were greatly outnumbered, but it was true that they were also greatly skilled.

Lashing her tail, her fresh wounds stinging, the lithe tortoiseshell couldn’t help but feel a stab of regret. Maybe they should have had Iceclaw come along after all. And it would have been great if Hemlockleaf had graced them with his presence. At this point, any cats who could run and hold prey and herbs would have been simply amazing.

Lunging towards the fresh-kill pile, she picked up the squirrel in her jaws and grunted at the weight. She then ran to the edge of the camp, chucking the squirrel as far as she could and watching it disappear into the forest. She then did the same with the robin, only to hang on to the mouse by it’s tail. She could get the other two later.

Holding her mouse, she spun around and made a beeline for where Duneflight was getting overwhelmed. Launching herself at the newest arrival, Nightengaleflight, she attempted to knock the she-cat off of the tom.

((Sol, мικαcнʋ, мαrι ✿))

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Thrushpaw bounded into the camp just in time to get a good view of the chaotic raid. He recognized the strong tangy scent as JaggedClan and hissed, his green eyes narrowed. But he couldn’t deny that he was tired from training. Watching as Nightengaleflight promptly threw herself into the fray, he then noticed a lean tortoiseshell female lunging at her. “Watch out!” Bounding forward, he collided with the JaggedClan warrior and the pair flopped to the ground. Scrabbling at her, he managed to get a few good scratches in before he felt a searing pain in his belly.

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Goldenstorm yowled in shock as she was thrown to the ground before she could even touch the warrior. A young-looking tom was frantically clawing at her, and although she got a few scrapes along her sides, his attacks were too uncoordinated to do to much damage. Raking her back claws along his belly, she smiled as he gasped in pain and his grip loosened slightly. Kicking the brown tabby off, she narrowed her eyes and stared at him.

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Thrushpaw had never felt pain like this. As each throb wracked his body, he felt crimson fluid drip down onto the forest floor. He staggered away from the she-cat before collapsing off to the side. He was still breathing, but it took all of his will-power to not pass out.



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Goldenstorm, satisfied that he wouldn’t be bothering her again, picked up her dropped mouse and readied herself.

Goldenstorm barely had time to catch her breath before the she-cat from earlier tackled her. Letting out a grunt as the mouse dropped from her jaws, she felt a flash of pain in her shoulders and tail and then a dull ache. Damn, she was getting tired, and was practically covered in wounds. It seemed that most of her clanmates had fled already; she and Spiderfang were the only ones that remained. With a mighty buck, she shook the she-cat off from her and tried to ignore her new wounds, almost immediately being attacked by yet another she-cat.

One of the she-cat’s claws sliced her neck (not deeply, and it didn’t hit anything vital) before she managed to jerk backwards. Although her gaze kept darting over to the fallen mouse, she soon found herself focusing on the queen in front of her. “Oh, you’re his mother, hmm?” She meowed, noticing the similar appearances and the way she’d hovered over the apprentice she’d beat up. “Your annoyingness must run in the family.”

Glancing at the mouse once more, she felt a sudden surge of anger. They could spare their prey! It wasn’t like they were the ones starving. With a hiss, she leapt forward and raked her claws along the queen’s sides and flank, leaving multiple crimson gashes. She then pushed the cat down and leapt over her, making a beeline for Spiderfang. “Let’s get out of here; take those herbs with you.” He was in the middle of something, but hopefully he got the gist of it. After retrieving her mouse, the tortoiseshell molly ran out of the camp and melted into the night.

((мαrι ✿ Sol))

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From his position on the ground and his half-closed eyes, Thrushpaw could make out the faint figures standing around him. Thankfully the JaggedClan cat had backed off; now he was embraced by the warm, loving scent of his mother. “I’mmm... Okay, Mom.” He meowed weakly, holding as still as possible for fear the wound would only get worse. His stomach was in agony; he didn’t know claws could cause that much damage (of course the injury wasn’t fatal, but given it was relatively severe and was his first ever received, it seemed like the end of the world for him).

He then heard the sounds of hissing and spitting and her scent disappeared, only for him to smell one of the other apprentices again. Sagepaw? And he thought he’d heard Nightengale’s voice too. What was going on?

Thrushpaw lay, weakly turning his head to get a good look at what was happening. He watched as his mother thudded to the ground, her beautiful pelt marred with numerous deep gashes. He saw his attacker brush off her opponents and flee, and for a split second, all was silent. Then everything came rushing in.

“Mom?” He meowed, staggering to his paws despite the commands of Echospring to stay stock still. “No, mom!” He cried, his own wound burning as blood dripped down. Stumbling over to where she lay, he collapsed next to her and buried his muzzle in her neck. “No... you need the herbs more! I can wait. It’s not... that bad.” This couldn’t be happening. StarClan wouldn’t her from him, right?

“Asphodelberry!” He cried out, vision blurring as he fought to stay awake. “Yarrowpaw! Somebody, please!” He didn’t even make out Briarstar’s appearance, not connecting the dots to realize the Gathering patrol had returned.

((Sol, —(••÷[ נιηx ]÷••—, ∞TEA∞))