Events!

 Even for: Sootpaw, Owlfeather, Fernfoot

The dog, took a few steps back hearing the twolegs, but remained pointed in the cats direction. It paused slightly at the hissing of Owlfeather, but then resumed its barking.
"Cats! Found? Master, cats!" Between the growls and barking the words of the dog could just be made out.
Following the point, the two leg glanced down, one of the glistening sticks moving aside the foliage to see the pair. Yowling to its partner, it made a grab for Fernfoot with a gloved hand, while the other moved their stick forward, a thin loop on the end aimed towards Owlfeather.

(Choice here: Flee or fight. Choose wisely as the outcome will change depending on what you do. I'd you pick and need to know how to respond, pm me.)

 Even for: Umbraclaw

The sweet scent leads south towards the two-legs. Going this direction will also bring the scent of blood, which seems closer. Climbing a tree causes a loss in the scent, but from the vantage point you can see the briefest flash of movement far to the south before it vanished in the foliage. You could follow the blood scent or new scent upon climbing back down.

Owlfeather|Duskclan|Deputy|Siamese She-Cat|Location: Territory|Mention(s) Directly: Fernfoot|Mention(s) Indirectly:

Owlfeather's mouth almost dropped open, her heart skipped a beat. The two legs! Owlfeather was rooted to the spot, would should they do? Her eyes widened in horror, as two leg grabbed for Ferfoot. The deputy was about to protect the tom by lashing out at the hand of the two leg, but before she could the other two leg reached for her with some kind or stick with a loop at its end. The she-cat recognised these thing, she had seen two legs run around with those thing when she had still been a roge. They needed to flee, get to safety and warn the clan.
Ducking herself to the ground, Owlfeather made herself small. As the two leg reaches farther for her, Owlfeather sprinted forward. Passing just under the sling, the she-cat jumped up and bit the two leg hard on its hand. Dropping to the ground, the she-cat turned tail and razed for the bush just behind her. Pushing her way through, the deputy paused on the other side. Where was Fernfoot? The she-cat thought, Owlfeather had been to busy dealing with her own two leg that she did not see what had happened to Fernfoot.

Owlfeather|Duskclan|Deputy|Siamese She-Cat|Location: Camp|Mention(s) Directly: Fernfoot|Mention(s) Indirectly: Sootpaw, blackstar

Owlfeath's blood froze, as she heard Fernfoot's desperate yowling. The deputy turned on the spot and was about to plunge back into the bush and save Fernfoot, but came to a sudden halt. What was she going to do? There was no way that she alone could take on two, two legs and a dog. Digging her claws in, the deputy stared at her paws. There was nothing she could do, "We will save you", Owlfeather silently promised Fernfoot. Turning, the she-cat ran back to camp. Her wound forgotten as she raced back to Duskclans camp, sh had failed, she had failed to protect her clanmate. What was Blackstar going to say?
As she drew closer to camp, the she-cat started to slow down. Her shoulder was killing her, the deputy's right shoulder was covered in a streak of blood. It looked like her wound had stopped bleeding, as least for the time, but every step sent a jolt of pain through her. As she walked closer to the camp entrance, the she-cats paw steps slowed. Her breathing was hard as she stepped into Duskclans camp, at first teh she-cats eyes searched for Sootpaw. Had her apprentice made it safely back to camp?

Larkclaw
15 Moons || Female || DawnClan Warrior
Location: Outside Camp || Mentions: Hornetpaw, Foxpaw

Larkclaw stared at the blood that streaked across Foxpaw’s pelt now. So much of her wanted to believe that the apprentice was right, that it was a rabbit, but the tufts of fur she was beginning to notice on the ground didn’t look like rabbit fur. Even though unease surged through her bones, she glanced back at both Foxpaw and Hornetpaw and said, “I’ll lead. If it gets too dangerous, run back to camp, both of you. We’ll need more than three cats if things go wrong.”

The tabby she-cat crept forward, ears twitching at every sound. There was a trail of blood to follow now, and the scent would probably linger in her nose for weeks. But then the smell of the sweetness veered off in another direction. She hesitated only a moment; they needed to see the condition of the cat at the end of this blood. They could always double back later. Don’t be dead, she prayed.

By the time they saw Mousefur, her hair was on end. Words failed her. The usually quick-witted cat had nothing to say.

⇺ [ Hornetpaw ] ⇻
18 Moons |:| Male |:| DawnClan |:| Medicine Cat Apprentice
Location - Outside Camp |:| Mentions - Foxpaw, Larkclaw

Hornetpaw's pelt spiked with fear as they drew closer to whatever was causing the blood scent, Foxpaw treading through a small puddle of red splattered across the grass, accompanied by tufts of familiar brown fur, nearly plummeting him into a full blown panic attack. "M-Mousefur," he choked, certain this chaos was not the result of a dog or enemy warrior capturing a rabbit. This bloodied fur had been ripped from the body of their Clanmate in a terrible struggle, that much was clear to him.

"Don't be ridiculous! I would never leave you to perish. The Clan only needs one messenger. Foxpaw is fast and clever enough to fetch help alone if need be." He took a shaky breath, forcing himself to calm down as he trailed after Larkclaw, paws trembling as he moved to walk beside her. There was a momentary pause as the sickeningly sweet scent from before veered in the opposite direction, and it was here Hornetpaw took the lead, his pace increasing as Mousefur's blood trail grew stronger.

The thought of what he might find ahead terrified him, part of Hornetpaw wanted to turn and flee back to camp, but Mousefur needed him and his need to find him had grown fervent, his body buzzing with frantic energy as his tentative pace shifted into a trot, rushing to reach him.

Scorchwing | Warrior of DawnClan | Long-Limbed White & Charcoal Female | Location: Training Beach | Mentions: Flamepaw [Direct]

Scorchwing nods thoughtfully as she listens to the fiery pelted apprentice, her tail calmly covering her paws. She noted how Flamepaw avoided her eyes with a slight smile, understanding the feeling of vulnerability. It wasn’t easy to admit weaknesses, physical or otherwise. With a soft chuckle at her scowl and a flick of her ears, she leaned forward, knocking her head against the smaller cat. “Wow do I have news for you, ‘paw,” she joked lightly, standing in a displaying manner. “Our pelts are quite alike, and the weight is part of my dislike for water. The best way to fight it is to maintain your balance and fight the weight. It’s a great way to gain muscle, which will help you later, no doubt!”

She flicked her tail and outstretched a paw in the direction of the beach before she began to strut towards the sandy floor. “Water has always been a weakness for me. While I can stay in it for a while, I always have a sense of panic that threatens to drag me under. It’s why I graduated late.” The intensity of her enthusiasm seemed to teeter before dropping off, her olive green orbs darting towards Flamepaw. “I hope to help you get rid of the panic and fear before it sinks its claws in too deep. I have no doubt you will succeed, Flamepaw. You seem to be very resilient.”

With a exuberant leap to reinstill her own free-spirited zeal, her paws were met with the grainy material and the sound of lapping water, no doubt affected by the gales that rushed across the body of water. “And the fish,” she recounted with a groan. “Those tricky, scaly dirt dwellers will be the death of us both, Flamepaw, but we can help each other, yeah?” With a teasing wink, she situated herself at the very edge of the water, the chilled liquid wallowing around her ankles. “Let’s get this horror show over with, shall we, minion?”

Harepaw | Apprentice of DuskClan | Small, Hickory & Cream Female | Location: DuskClan Territory | Mentions: Redeye, Dustpelt [Direct], Weaselflight [Indirect]

With a grumble, she casts him a look, narrowly missing a deteriorating stump she happened to pass. “I’m quite fast, thank you very much!” She protested, quickening her pace in an attempt to prove him wrong, despite her being quite literally on his tail. “And I know a lot of cats who don’t use their brains either! So…” She trailed off lamely, still pouting.

Despite his heckling and strange demeanor, she couldn’t help but find some humor in it. He spoke, moved, and looked so strange. It was almost as if he were carved from a different material than all the other cats she had ever met. Perhaps they could be friends, or something of the sort. While she didn’t have many strong relationships, she hoped that it would change as she gained rank and reputation. Cherrysong could no longer baby her or protect her from normal life situations, and she felt as if that would be freeing, instead it just made her fearful and cautious.

As they burst from the foliage, Harepaw nearly slipping on slick pebbles, Redeye immediately jumped into theatrics, leaving her to quickly straighten herself with eyes rolling at his passion. “Yes, thank you, Redeye,” she murmured awkwardly, giving her mousy brown pelt a few tidying licks before she lifted herself to a stiff position as she was greeted by Dustpelt and a quiet Weaselflight. “Well I was chasing yours. The dogs around here seemed more interested in me, so I got off track,” she grumbled reluctanctly, sulking at the appearance of her mentor. “Escaped the brainless beasts without a scratch, though.”

 


 Foxpaw|Apprentice of Dawnclan|Small Ginger Tabby She-cat|Location: Clan Borders|Mentions: Hornetpaw, Larkclaw ,npc Mousefur
(note, slightly violent/signs of violence post)
Foxpaw shook her head, but said nothing as she followed the others. The trail was short, and as the other cats stopped, she did as well. Her sharp gaze widened slightly as she peered around the larger cats, exhaling in a quite 'oh' as she saw the scene before them.
Mousefur's body could be seen, half hidden by a clump of ferns but very clearly the pelt of their clanmate. Clumps of fur were missing from his pelt in signs of a clear struggle, and what looked like claw marks across much of his pelt, throat torn, stained crimson. Foxpaw shook her head, as if trying to clear it of water, moving forwards with the others to better see their fallen friend. As Foxpaw looked at the cat, she noticed something that cause her to jump slightly.
"Hornetpaw! His flank!"
It was faint, but there was the smallest stirring of the tom's sides, the shallowest of breaths. It seemed as if their pawsteps stirred the tom, and an eye opened in the faintest of flutters. His jaws just barely parted, as if to speak but only a faint wheeze came out, his body shuddering slightly. After a moment, claws dug into the earth and he tried again, this time the faintest of breaths emitting choked out words.
"Ca...t..Sur...prise.." His body shuddered again, and his eye flickered, making contact with the three, ending on Hornetpaws before closing with a sigh.
Foxpaw dug her claws into the earth, her hackles no longer contained but raised in fury and shock.
"What did he say? What, who did this?" She spoke to both the silent body, and the two cats who stood with her, looking disgusted.
"I don't know anything that could have caught Mousefur off guard, or outrun him for that matter." she hissed, scraping her claws over the earth.

 Events!

 Even for: Fernfoot

At the writhing and hissing, the two-leg seems to have some trouble keeping hold, but manages. The second pulls something from a backpack, and with some difficulty, wraps it around Fernfoot before taking to its partner, and heading towards the two-leg place, cat in hand. After some time, and having made it out of the forest territories and onto the Thunderpath almost no cats have crossed, Fernfoot gets placed within a carrier, and placed into a car to be driven a short distance into the two-leg place.
There, the carrier is put into a small room, with windows and screens and many two-leg objects and the carrier is opened, though a door is closed to keep Fernfoot separate from the inside of the two-leg nest, but still contained from the outside. A small dish of food and water is placed near the crate.

(Fernfoot is now in the two-leg place. Zero, you may make a starting post there and possibly find some new clues. )

 Even for: Umbraclaw

You notice the forest is oddly quiet on your travels. The sweet scent seems to mingle with the scent of blood for a while, and oddly the faintest tang of what could be Duskclan before it heads south.
As you travel, you come across the three cats, and the fallen Mousefur.

 Blackstar|Leader of Duskclan|One eyed Black Tom|Location: Camp|Mentions: Owlfeather, Sootpaw

Even before Blackstar caught his deputies eyes, he knew something was wrong. Owlfeather had come tearing into the camp, along with the sharp tang of blood and fear. Instantly, the leader was on his paws, his claws digging into the earth as he bounded to meet the other cat. He didn't seen any of the others, but in the momentary chaos any cat could have gotten mixed up in the surprise.
"Owlfeather!" His eye scanned the injuries that stained her pelt, his hackles raising as his first thought came to mind.
"Are you ok? What happened, was it Dawnclan?" He growled the words in rapid succession. His first throught was naturally their opposing clan, knowing those cats had every reason to try and take a cheap shot at his warriors, ever since the previous spat over the rocks he knew they had been waiting for their moment. However, he couldn't scent Dawnclan on the air, and so he waited, if impatiently for whatever explanation would come. Beckoning with his tail, he directed Owlfeather to follow him, heading towards the odd cave like indent that made their medicine-cat den.

Owlfeather|Duskclan|Deputy|Siamese She-Cat|Location: Camp|Mention(s) Directly: Blackstar, Fernfoot|Mention(s) Indirectly: Sootpaw

The deputy came to a halt in front of her leader, the she-cats sides heaved with strain. SHe had raced all the way here, from the lake side. "No... no... not Dawnclan", Owlfeather heaved out, seeing Blackstar's anger that it might have been the other clan. Still glancing around for her apprentice, the she-cat followed her leader. "It was.... it was two legs", Owlfeather reported, her body was now shaking from the stain that her muscles had gone through. As she walked closer to the medicine cat den, the she-cats shoulder started to hurt more.
Pausing just outside of the den, Owlfeather turned to Blackstar. "There were two, Two legs and a dog. They surprised us, the Two legs had some sort of weird sticks with ropes at the ends of it", Owlfeather said, Not able to walk another step, the she-cat sat down. Hanging her head, Owlfeather added, it a lower defeated voice, "They caught Fernfoot... I.... I could not save him." Out of the corner of her eyes, the she-cat glanced at Blackstar. What was he going to say?