Echostep|Dawnclan Med.Cat|32 moon Bengal she-cat|Location- Camp|Mentions- [ID] Wolfstar, [D] Open
"Show me where it hurts."
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Echostep woke with a start, back paws knocking over a pile of fresh moss, front scrabbling to the earth, Rollins the she-cat from her side to her belly, before she realized where she was. Blinking the haze from her pale amber gaze, she peered out of the crack in her den, listening to the faint bustle of cats going about their morning business. There was no darkness, no cats yowling in pain, no blood. It had been a dream. Echostep shook her head slowly to no one inparticular. No, for a medicine cat there was no such thing as just a dream. This had to be something more. Besides, there had also been the other, a cat within her dream who was not one of her clan-mates, nor one of Starclan that she had recognized. It had been quite the curious scenario. Yet the darkness was far more pressing on her mind than a mystery cat and it was on that she focused. However, the thought of approaching her leader with potential bad news was not something Echostep wanted first thing in the morning. Not with the new cats wandering their territory, and the cold of Leaf-fall beginning.

With a groan, petite legs pushed the lean frame from the earth, bits of grass and dirt clinging to the short fur.
"What a way to start the day." The voice emitting from the cat was half amused, half exasperated. However, she knew better than most that fate could not be avoided and so with a stretch of limber legs, she emerged from her sanctuary. It was already quite sunny, the stone around them radiating warmth that would too soon pass away as the days began to chill. From the view she had, Elders set sharing tongues, while warriors and apprentices passed by, possibly preparing for whatever patrol needed doing next. Half-halfheartedly, Echostep glanced around for Wolfstar's hulking form, but due to her den being in the tunneling gap between stones, and the main clan activity happening in the more open spaces, this did not surprise her. So, with a sigh she padded forward to the clearing, angling her paws towards the indented stone that held their fresh-kill. A full belly, then bad news. This was her compromise.

Echostep|Dawnclan Med.Cat|32 moon Bengal she-cat|Location- Camp|Mentions- [ID] Wolfstar, [D] Open
"Show me where it hurts."
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Echostep flinched slightly at Sunfall's sudden voice, the haze of thought drifting from her gaze like morning dew. Wide eyes drew his form into focus, and the she-cat gave a purr of greeting, per usual still looking a bit alarmed. Her narrow head shook rapidly as if clearing gnats, and she tilted her head ever so slightly peering upwards at the taller tom.
"Oh, sorry SunFall, I'm well enough. how about you?" her voice was soft and airy as she shifted through the fresh-kill, thorn-like claws snagging a squirrel from the pile. The expression she wore however, hinted that all was less than fine. try as she might, the she-cat had always had a difficult time hiding her emotions, wearing her thoughts subtly on her face as they passed. So, with a faintly wrinkled brow, she swished her tail at the prey, and then to a shady spot near some of the rocks.
"Care to join?" Her frame swayed gently from side to side as she turned and padded towards the spot, taking her ease on the mossy earth.

| Wolfstar |
Male | 34 moons | Maine Coon | Leader | Location: Territory -> Camp | Mentions: Echostep, Sunfall
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A massive dark yom padded in the hunting part of the Clan's territory, planning with determination to catch a more than decent meal for some cat in his pride. Usually, one would assume that the leader would stay in his den in the morning until it was time to go out and order patrols. But, knowing food was always needed, Wolfstar had decided to go hunting.

The sun hadn't risen yet, so he still had some time to hunt before he began to head back and start the day. The wind gently ruffling his short fur on his magnificent figure, Wolfstar padded across the grassy floor, in the part of the territory where the Clan most typically hunted. Sniffing and observing the ground all in front of him, he noticed a little area of grass that was dented, seeming to be where a large animal had laid down and he sniffed the area, identifying the animal as a badger. Ears now perked, he began moving forward, following the scent, though this time his steps weren't as loud or firm and he made sure he made no noise as he progressed. As soon as he heard shuffling, he immediately crouched to the ground, moving forward slowly with his tail hovering above the ground as to avoid making noise, soon spotting the animal. It was a female badger, a plump one too, which would make her a bit easier to hunt as she would be slower, and it meant she was tastier. Stalking the beast, he got as close as he could, stopping when he couldn't go farther as to avoid being seen. Then he charged and, pouncing, his claws dug into the hard, firm back of his prey to trap the beaver before his teeth latched onto its neck, biting incredibly hard with a bite force stronger than that of an average sabertooth tiger's. The beaver rolled and crushed Wolfstar under her, causing the brute to grunt before he moved away. He growled fiercely, watching the beaver's slower movements as it was losing a lot of blood from his bite. He snarled before charging, biting at it. During the fight, the large rodent managed to bite his left leg, its large saber-like teeth, causing the leader to yowl in pain. This just made him enraged, snarling loudly, and he noticed the weary movements of the beaver and took his chance. He charged forward, slightly pained, and dug his long and incredibly sharp sabers into the throat of the big beast. In a matter of moments, the massive feline had killed the weaker animal with his powerful bite.

Seeing the sun slowly creeping over the horizon, Wolfstar grabbed his kill before beginning to limp back to camp with the animal dragging behind him, knowing it would be wise to be there when the morning began. Considering what time it was, he would probably arrive back at camp before his Clan members awoke. Soon enough, the leader arrived back home and entered his Clan's camp, his walk showing a bit of pain as the beaver's teeth had sunk pretty deep into his leg, causing a large gash that was bleeding slightly heavily at that moment. The incredibly massive brute padded into the camp, dragging the large, female badger behind him with his powerful jaws and legs. Intimidating yellow orbs scanned the camp as the few that were awake shuffled that morning in the midst of the camp. The brute soon set the animal down on the ground before him, atop the prey pile, with a grunt as he panted slight, his massive jaws parting for him to yawn as he stood there, his terrifying sharp teeth revealed. He had an extraordinary figure. He was incredibly large with firm, rock-hard muscles under his long, soft fur, though his muscles were very much visible, and his legs thick yet supple. His saber-teeth were knife-sharp and very long. And his claws were slightly longer than normal but incrediby sharp. Wolfstar was mainly composed of dark colors, with a bit of white. He had many scars from all the battles he'd fought in his life, not taking away any of the attractiveness of the male, just adding to his already respectable and terrifying aura. His eyes were an intimidating, striking, and yet captivating yellow that could easily disturb and scare some animal as he stared into one's eyes as if staring into their soul.

Letting out a huff, the colossal tom cat snuck back into his den for a little while. Then, once his Clan woke up and started shuffling around camp, he would exit his den, padding down from the ledge it rested upon, making sure his walk was a sturdy as could be. He didn't want anyone to worry about him, especially not Echostep, the medicine cat. Being a rather stoic tom, Wolfstar was able to keep the pain from his eyes, expression, and voice, though maybe his walk betrayed the wound a little bit, as well as the bleeding gash. Seeing Echostep and Sunfall conversing, the massive leader approached them. "Good morning, Echostep. Sunfall." he greeted, his deep, masculine voice speaking to them from behind, his incredibly large paws kneading on the ground for a few moments, his intimidating, yet captivating, yellow gaze meeting theirs.

Echostep|Dawnclan Med.Cat|32 moon Bengal she-cat|Location- Camp|Mentions- [D] Sunfall,
wolfstar
"Show me where it hurts."
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Echostep's eyes narrowed ever so slightly at Sunfall. Something seemed to be on the deputy's mind. Apparently it was the morning for pensive thoughts. Her muzzle curled slightly in amusement. As close as Dawnclan cats were, even they had their secrets. As the tom mentioned the day, her narrow head twisted upwards, mouth parting as she let the faint breeze tickle her chin, senses catching the scents of a new season just beginning. Yet, the sun was warm and the prey still running so it was easy to let worries slip away, if only for a moment.
That moment however, was quickly snatched when she watched Wolfstars padding. He was favoring a paw, and smelled of badger. Echo step closed her eyes for a moment letting the air exhale slowly from her chest. As their leader padded closer, her eyes reopened, and she did a swift scan, pale gaze swiveling over the large tom. At his words, she tilted her head, with her usual quizzical stare.
"Wolfstar. I don't think you can call any morning you come padding over with an injury a good one." She sighed, shoulders shifting up and down with the gesture as she rose to her paws. Her squirrel left untouched. Regardless of the expression he wore, her moons of experience were no contest. Much smaller, she easily slipped around his frame, crouching to inspect the wound, before leaning back, head shaking slightly.
"Wolfstar. I need to take care of that." Her voice was still gentle, as she stepped a few paces back to meet the toms gaze. As strong as his was she held the stare, brow its usual worried furrow.

| Wolfstar |
Male | 34 moons | Maine Coon | Leader | Location: Camp | Mentions: Echostep, Sunfall, Honeyripple
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The colossal leader sighed as the medicine cat noticed the wound on his leg. He shook his head, "I am perfectly fine." he said, his tail flicking idly as he stood up tall, towering over the two, and the rest of the Clan. He looked at Sunfall, his deep, yellow eyes observing the deputy before looking back at Echostep. "Trust me, Echostep. I've dealt with a lot of wounds in my life, I can manage with this little scratch." he said, his left ear flicking. Pride. It was one of his worse qualities. It wasn't necessarily that he thought himself to be better than everyone. It was more because he desired not to show any weakness.

Wolfstar's intimidating yellow eyes met Echostep's, distributing his weight on all of his legs, regardless of the pain in his left leg, his muscles rippling and firm beneath his dark pelt. He was the leader, a powerful one at that. No one dared keep his gaze for too long. But, Echostep was the medicine cat and, while he was a tough and sometimes merciless leader, who was raised under the influence of one that killed those who opposed him, he cared about those in his Clan, including her. His tail flicked as he looked at her, his tongue swiping against his still blood-tented maw. He looked at Sunfall, "Take a border patrol. Make sure those DuskClan cats aren't pushing their boundaries." he said, his masculine voice reaching the male with winged words. Looking around, Wolfstar's yellow gaze fell upon Honeyripple. She was a good warrior. "Honeyripple!" he said, his thundering voice calling her over. As soon as she would come over, the massive leader would nod in greeting. "I want you to take a hunting patrol. Stay away from the borders and take whomever you please." he said, nodding to her before turning to look back at Echostep, a brow raising before he padded away, towards the fresh-kill pile.

Echostep|Dawnclan Med.Cat|32 moon Bengal she-cat|Location- Camp|Mentions- [D] Wolfstar, Icepaw.

"Show me where it hurts."
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Echostep narrowed her eyes, body becoming tense. It was the most difficult part of her rank, and her leader never made it easier. As he tried to prove his strength, her gaze only grew harder, weight on all four paws as she lashed her tail. Her gaze flickered to Icepaw, as her apprentice padded close.
"This, is a prime example of a cat who is to stubborn for his own good." She mewed to the younger cat, her eyes gentle when on the apprentice, and snapping to a glare when they shifted towards Wolfstar. As he gave orders, and began to pad away she bounded forward, cutting the tom off and planting her small form in front of him once again.
"Wolfstar." Her tone was level, but had taken on a sharp edge. "Badgers have dirty mouths and claws. dirty wounds lead to infection. Infection leads to losing limbs, or lives." She took a step towards the leader. Perhaps one of the few cats bold enough to glare back into his yellow gaze. The tom would know better than to hurt a clan mate, and a healer at that.
"If you don't let me clean it, I will put herb your prey." The threat was half jest, half serious as the she-cat made sure to continue her blocking of the leader, even if the confrontation made her pelt prickle.
"Besides, Icepaw needs the experience. You wouldn't deny vital experience to a young cat." Her voice had lost some of its edge, and her expression softened until it had melted almost back to its normal wide eyed stare, only the faintest wrinkle in her brow.