Mintwhisper - 32 moons - Warrior - Healthy - Territory - Mentions: Stormstep, Fernstar, Terrastar, Rainpaw, Open!

Mintwhisper nodded at Fernstar, “Understandable, I apologize if I came off as rude.” The deep red warrior immediately backed down as her leader approached and started to talk. A confused expression crossed her face, had Terrastar not told them to take more territory? How embarrassing, where they in the wrong spot? Mintwhisper had to admit she was still fairly new and may not have realized where the patrol was going.

Looking around the Terraclan warrior noticed Rainpaw had not come with Terrastar, perhaps the apple was resting. She felt bad for dragging the young cat into a border dispute. Letting out a breath she sheathed her claws, her head hanging unconsciously a little lower than usual in shame. Well looking on the brighter side of things she now had gained more experience from this situation. Now all she needed was to memorize her clan’s territory, she resolved with a determined look.

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Stormstep - 26 moons - Deputy - Healthy - Territory -Mentions

Stormstep ignored the cats and watched the blood drop from Fernstars mouth. The memories came flooding back to them. He smelt his mother. Her gentle lapping of her tongue on his belt.. Oh he missed her. 'Use your knowledge.' He blinked. His mother was speaking to him. 'How?!' His mother spoke again. 'Remember them.' He faded into the sound of blood pounding in his ears. "Lungwort and Poppyseeds!" He shouted to the cats. "Sit down. Right now." He ordered Fernstar and began lifting his paws up and feeling her lungs and chest. He heart pounded. 'I know this! I can help her!' He thought in his head. 'I have to save her.'

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sootstep ; warrior of aetherclan ; 26 moons ; on aetherclan/terraclan disputed border ;suffering from smoke inhalation ; mentions - stormstep, mintwhisper, fernstar, terrastar


Sootstep took in all the transpiring events with a wide gaze. His head flickered back and forth as Fernstep spoke, slight nods tipping his head as he settled backwards more. He noted the small crimson drops flying from her muzzle with concern. They'd have to get it looked at by the meddie once they returned to camp. He himself had been ignoring the strange feelings in his throat for as long as he could, only thinking about the clear rasp of his words when he spoke.

Though, the tom's loose muscles instantly tightened once more as a large brown brute padded into the dispute. This had to be Terrastar, their leader. An eyebrow arched slightly at his words. It seemed the clan had truly been split down the middle after all. A snort began to fall from his maw at this whole situation. The ashen tom was confused and conflicted and slightly enjoying the turmoil of this strange group of cats.

Until, of course, Stormstep did something that baffled him again. The large tom stepped forwards in a seeming daze, and then, to Soot's horror, put his paws all over Fern while shouting out random herbs and ordering her around. Charcoal-hued paws launched him forwards and his wispy fur rose into bristles once more. "VVhat in the name of Starclan do you think you're doing, you fox-brained sneevle of a dung-pile?" He snapped, neutral tone slipping away as eyes of cobalt embers slithered over him.

It was without thinking that he acted and Soot barely registered the immediate regret that filled his body after saying that. THe only thing on his mind was the creepy, most likely insane masculine rubbing his grubby paws all over his leader. "How about you step on back from your pretend-medicine cat fantasies and get your head out of the catnip garden?" Svelte haunches met the ground as he dug his feet into the terrain below, controlling his physical temper much more than his verbal one. How in the name of Starclan does this brute get worse and worse with every breath he takes??

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Tatteredjaw - 39 Moons - Warrior - Minor Burns (Treated) - Aether/Terra Border - Mentions; Stormstep, Mintwhisper, Rainpaw, Fernstar, Sootstep, Terrastar

The short warrior dipped her head to her leader, stepping back even further. She watched calmly as the cats interacted, though her mind was elsewhere. The metallic scent of blood made her uneasy, her body tensing every time she breathed it in. She could only think about Birchheart, suffering from burn wounds. Fernstar, coughing up blood. Sootstep, lungs badly affected by the smoke. The fire was devastating. The only thing that gave her comfort was the knowledge that, when she got back to camp, she could just lie down in the nursery with her mother and talk about her day, allowing the calico she-cat to groom her always messy fur as she spoke words of love.

Stormstep’s exclamation brought her back from her thoughts, her entire body tensing. Those herbs sounded familiar, a lesson that fell on bored ears when she was young. Her brother would remember, he was always so interested in healing other cats, but she only payed attention to treatments for wounds, and her brother was now just a distant memory.

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Stormstep - 26 moons - Deputy - Territory - Mentions

“I am healing her.” He felt a lump in Fernstars chest. “Don’t cough on me please.” He asked. “You have ripped a tendon in your throat. It has torn a hole in it. You’ll be coughed by up blood for days. If it goes in treated... Death takes over. There is no coming back from that.” He continues to move his paws up and down Fernstars throat before taking a look at the blood. He looked at the pinkish chunks in it. “You might have.. chunks of muscle in your stomach... It’s just a possibility.” He looked over his shoulder at the cats. They must think he’s crazy.

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Mintwhisper - 32 moons - Warrior - Healthy - Aether/Terra Border - Mentions: Stormstep, Fernstar, Sootstep, Terrastar, Open

Mintwhisper was... for lack of better words, dumbfounded. Stormstep switched from being an aggressive ball of anger to a cat so willing to help the enemy clan’s leader quite quickly. She opened her mouth and closed it again, what the hell? Maybe Terrastars appearance had something to do with the switch in attitude? Finally the red warrior shook herself out of her thoughts.

“Stormstep looks like he’s dealt with this before,” She glances at the Aetherclan warrior and Terrastar “Maybe we should call either of our medicine cats. They might be able to help more, will this border dispute be able to wait?” She wrinkles her nose slightly at the scent of blood.

Hearing the Aetherclan warrior’s ourburst she could tell he was getting increasingly irritated. “Stormstep, I know you want to help Fernstar but maybe back off? I believe she can make it back to her clan and get checked up before it gets worse.” She tried to calmly step in, the two clans weren’t on good terms right now. With this border spat she doubted Aetherclan would be willing to let Terraclan help them as of this moment.

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Rainpaw - 12 Moons - Apprentice - Healthy - Territory - Mentions: Owlpaw

Rainpaw weaved silently through the branches of a nearby birch tree, bark hiding her pelt sufficiently. She was downwind of the ordeal that had started earlier, so the breeze wouldn’t carry her scent to them. Terrastar was with them, so she figured it was under control. They were perhaps 20 fox lengths away, and seemed so focused on their current interaction that they would see her. She watched as Stormstep lunged at the Aetherclan leader, and she almost leaped off the birch to help when she realized he wasn’t attacking her. He was shouting something about herbs she didn’t recognize.

Rainpaw flicked a gray ear and quietly made her way down the tree, avoiding any sticks or fallen leaves. She then proceeded to walk about 50 paces in the opposite direction to wait to see if Owlpaw would show up. She had overreacted. After all, why wouldn’t all be well? This silly disagreement would be over as soon as Terrastar explained what happened. Rainpaw took a deep breathe and exhaled. Yes, it would be fine. She proceeded to walk a bit closer to camp, and when she was sure the older cats couldn’t hear her, she called, “Owlpaw? I was wrong, let’s go back to camp.”

She wandered through the forest for a short time before stumbling across the lake. As she went to lap up the water, she noticed the sudden dip of the earth leading to the water, something she was sure wasn’t present there previously. Her blood went cold as she realized what was slowly occurring. She turned to the forest and called out louder, “Owlpaw! Owlpaw, the lake is drying up!”

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Owlpaw - 7 Moons - Apprentice - Healthy - Territory - Mentions: @ Rainpaw, Open

The dappled grey tom's pristine claws dug into the dense bark of their current tree position. His thicker body was proving to be a slight disadvantage, never the less the missing appendage of his tail was not needed nor missed. His hind limbs evolving to be more longer to support the 5th helping hand. Accompany with him was Rainpaw or more like the other way around because it was Rainpaw's idea this entire time but he was some distance away from here. Thus he was unsure if she knew he was there or not... He was following for mere support and curiosity kills the cat, eh? Both apprentices camouflaged in their own individual stalks as the scene foreplayed upon them. His hackles puffing increasingly as the situation was turning more into a sour note with loose strings. Of course he observed cautiously, preferring to safe his strength when it was really needed.

Sun-touched pools watched Rainpaw descend, while he stayed aloft to continue to assess the scene. Deep-rimmed ears perking to the satisfaction if his name being called. Glazing over the simmering temperament, he decided ease-dropping was not conceptional. Carefully, digging his thick claws down the slopes of the trunk, the apprentice lept down with a small 'oof''. He hurried after Rainpaw with a brisk walk, a rolling purr rumbling from his throat to content of him being right for a change

" So you've come to your sense, eh?" The apprentice stalked from behind, nearly being spooked from the sudden shout. " Pfft.. What are you talking about" He seemed a little bit annoyed, and tone-deafed for a split second. He introduced his frame to approach the grey and white female, before looking down at the disseminating pool. " Oh dear, that's not good!" He cried, staring at his receding reflection. This would not keep the clan up to par. Everyone needs water!Everyone!

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Terrastar - Terraclan Leader- 38 Moons - Healthy - Territory - Mentions: Rainpaw(ID), Fernstar, Mintwhisper, Sootstep, Stormstep, Open!

Terrastar dipped his head in return as he saw Fernstar dip her head, glad that it seemed she respected him. "I'm glad you decided to be merciful, please do forgive him." He mewed, looking over at Stormstep as he said so. He was not certain the deputy was listening, but he would talk to him properly when they got back to camp. For now he wanted to deescalate the situation and get on friendly terms with Aetherclan. He wanted the other Clan to feel safe and comfortable around his clan. For his plan to succeed, that was what he needed. A clan on full alert was more... Difficult.

"I understand that, this was not the border I asked them to re-mark. I will admit I had poor judgement when I sent the patrol out, I should have lead it myself." He said humbly. Perhaps they would have been unnoticed if the patrol had gone to the other side of the lake, the burnt lands were too close to Aetherclan's temporary camp. At least that was what he guessed. He was about to speak more when Stormstep suddenly shouted the names of two herbs. His fur spiked a little, as he felt second-hand embarrassment for his deputy. Feeling up a she-cat like that was something one simply did not do. Unless it was a medicine cat.

This situation was getting out of hand. He watched Sootstep snap at Stormstep, unable to feel anything but understanding for the Aetherclan warrior. "Stormstep, Mintwhisper is right, and we know you want to help, but back down." He ordered, his voice firmer than last time. "Abandon all things to do with this border, Aetherclan needs the territory more, so they can have it." He added, as a response to the she-cats question. If only the cats had headed to the right border, perhaps all this would not have happened. He let a sigh through his nose. Though before he could make a movement to get Stormstep away from Fernstar, he heard a faint cry.

Turning his head, the big muscular tom noticed that the lake was all dried up. How had he not noticed this earlier!? He stared, speechless at the small puddle that remained in the middle of what had once been a big body of water. After a while of staring, he saw an alarming sight. Smoke. Smoke rose, thick as tree trunks, at the other side of the lake, on his side of the lake. "Stormstep, Mintwhisper, get back to camp, ensure that all our cats are safe. I'll check on the fire." He commanded. He turned his head to Fernstar and Sootstep, dipping his head respectfully to the two cats. "May we arrange a point of time to properly meet and introduce?" He requested.

He itched to go back to his Clan, to check on the cats he had spent moons recruiting. At least Birchheart and the cats with him were safe. His mind wandered to Maplestream. Was his medicine cat safe? What about Snowcloud? He stared across the lake. He felt like he had a pretty good idea of how Fernstar felt right about now. However, he knew that if Fernstar died, she would be alright, she would just lose a life. He was uncertain of how it would turn out with himself if he got gravely injured in the fire. He shook his head, he would come back too. He was sure of it. Starclan had approved of him, why else had he been able to gather so many cats and unite them in the name of a Clan?

Shaking his head to get rid of the unpleasant thoughts, the Terraclan leader turned his attention back to Fernstar. He had immense respect for the she-cat, but he could not deny that he looked forwards to the day her cats showed the same loyalty to him as they did to her. Maybe he could suggest a joint leadership between them? A soft huff escaped him. No, he wanted to lead by himself. Other possibilities presented themselves to him, but he paid them no mind. He needed to pay attention to what Fernstar thought of them having an official meeting.

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Mintwhisper - 32 moons - Warrior - Healthy - Territory - Mentions: Stormstep, Fernstar, Terrastar, Open!

Mintwhisper’s ears twitched at the very faint yell, she was surprised to hear it as it seemed to be on the opposite side of the lake. Whipping her to the direction of the lake her eyes widened, another thick cloud of smoke was rising near the other of Terraclan. Her fur fluffed up slightly in horror, whoever had yelled must’ve been near the flame. She hoped that the cat would be okay.

She glanced at the Aetherclan leader before nodding to her leader. “I’m sorry for the misunderstanding Fernstar.” She meowed before turning to Terrastar again. “I’m on it, though once Stormstep and I check camp may I head toward the fire? There was a yell around there I believe, I’ll stay away from the flames.” She rushes the words out, impatient to check on her clanmates and whoever screamed.

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Rainpaw - 12 Moons - Apprentice - Healthy - Territory - Mentions: Owlpaw

Rainpaw opened her mouth to speak again, but was greeted with the dense scent of smoke. Looking over Owlpaw’s shoulder, she watched thick gray clouds rise into the sky, looming over them. The faint crackle of a fire could be heard by her perked ears. “Owlpaw,” she murmured, keeping her eyes on the smoke, “I think the fire is on Terraclan Territory.”

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Snowcloud - 20 Moons - Medicine Cat - Healthy - Territory - Mentions: Terrastar, Fernstar, Other (Ind.)

The thick scent of smoke clung to the air like bark to a tree. The fire had scorched a major percentage of Aetherclan territory and was most likely headed for Terraclan's border. Maplestream had raced off without saying much so Snowcloud decided to prepare a few herbs to help the other clan. She had gathered small dabs of honey, a few juniper berries, and coltsfoot. Wrapping the herbs and sticky substance up in a few leaves, Snowcloud picked them up and headed towards the border.

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Fernstar | 26 moons | Leader | Coughing up blood | Territory | Mentions; Stormstep, Mintwhisper, Tatteredjaw, Sootstep, Terrastar

The massive silver tabby allowed herself to offer a small smile to Mintwhisper, her large paper-thin ears pricking forwards in a sign of friendliness. "It's alright." She meowed, noting the she-cat backing down. She blinked her deep emerald eyes at the confusion crossing the other femme's face, wondering what she was thinking of. She blinked, again, dismissing the thought. She sighed in relief at Mintwhispers submissive posture.

At Stormsteps paws on her fluffy white throat, she sprung back, growling, her large silvery audits pinning against her skull. Her fur raised, and her eyes narrowed. She let out another growl. "Do not touch me." She hissed, her long, feathery banner lashing through the air. She didn't like cats she didn't know or trust touching her, especially this tom, who she didn't like. She flashed a help me gaze to Sootstep.

The large silver leader let out a small laugh in spite of herself at Sootsteps insult. He had a very creative mind, and she enjoyed it very much. she placed a foreleg in front of him, and gave him a glance with her deep emerald gaze. She could handle it herself, and she didn't want the charcoal tabby to attack the deputy. It was nice, however, to have backup. She chewed on the inside of her lip, her eyes narrowing.

She backed up a bit more, her white paws dragging through the dirt. "That's not the problem, you numbskull. I inhaled too much smoke." She stated, her deep malachite hues blinking. There were no chunks of pink in her blood. This cat was insane, she thought to herself, internally rolling her eyes. She didn't like this tom, at all, he was crazy. He switched his personality so quickly, so cocky and arrogant one second, then when she had coughed, he had been so willing to help her, it was odd. "If anyone is going to examine me, it will be my medicine cat, not some...." She trailed off, shuddering.

"And for the border, I will talk to Terrastar about that later." She meowed. "At least he'll be reasonable about it." She muttered to herself. She appreciated Mintwhisper cutting in, and trying to de-escalate the situation. She let out a sigh, her fur deflating, once she was sure that the tom had backed off. If he became leader, well, she wasn't sure what she would do, probably scream in frustration. She shook her large floofy head, to dispel the thoughts floating through the expanse that was her mind.

Fernstars large deep emerald green hues turned to Terrastars dark brown frame, her eyes blinking as she noticed that the sun began to set. She decided not to mention it, however, and she stifled a yawn, she hadn’t slept much the night before. She nodded at his words, regarding the tom with indifference. All she had wanted was a neutral, if not good, relationship with AetherClan, but then this deputy, Stormstep, had to intercede and force her to be aggressive. She didn’t want the other Clan to dislike her, but it would be nice if they feared her, but not too much.

She frowned at his next words, flicking an ear to let him know that she had heard him, and nodded her agreement. It had been poor judgement, but what could one expect from a new leader? She herself was a new leader, and was bound to make endless mistakes. Her non-existent eyebrows raised as he, too, interjected, and her tail lashed, the setting sun painting the sky with an amagation of colors, pink, purple, orange, yellow, and a deep blue-indigo at the very edge. It was beautiful, and she stared at it for a second, then focused back on the topic at hand, er, paw.

She offered the dark brown, almost black tom a small smile of thanks, then her ears pricked, as she heard an alarmed shriek coming from the distance. She noticed that Terrastars gaze was fixed on the lake, so she turned her own emerald hues to look, and had to stifle a cry of alarm. It was dried up, it was gone. There was very little water left, and her ears flattened against her head, her deep malachite gaze going wide with horror.

It was then that she noticed a plume of dark smoke rising in the difference, from TerraClans side of the lake. She sucked in a lungful of much-needed air, her jaw dropping, and her large white mittens taking a step backwards. She blinked her verdigris hues and nodded at his question. “Yes, some other time.” She meowed. “But in this time of crisis, we must rely on each other for help. My Clan will help you, if you help us.” She was willing to extend a helping paw, to build a bridge of friendship, but only if the other side was willing to uphold an equal weight.

“But now, you should head back, and make sure that your Clan is alright.” She meowed, her non-existent brows furrowing in worry. Speaking of, she needed to get back to her own Clan, and check up on them. “I will meet you later, in the same place?” She asked, her long feathery tail flicking. She shifted her weight on her large milk-dipped paws, eager to get back to her own Clan. She let out a small huff, her eyes flicking back to look at Sootstep, and she moved closer to him, seeking a small amount of comfort.

The titanic grey tabby did like him, and was starting to develop feelings for him, or so she thought. She didn’t truly know, as she had never really had any romantic relationships with anyone. She let out a small sigh as she looked at him, at his striking cobalt eyes. She wanted to get closer to him, but with everything that was happening, it was practically impossible. Her long, feathery tail drooped and she shook her large head, dispelling the thoughts that had began to gather there. She needed to focus.

She offered Mintwhisper another small smile, and blinked her deep malachite eyes. "It's alright, Mintwhisper, I hope we meet again." She meowed in response. She waved her tail in farewell, the smile disappearing from her face as the small, well, small compared to her, femme left towards the other Clan. She hoped everyone was okay, blinking her eyes as she thought of her own fallen Clanmates with a heavy heart. "We should check out that scream, because your Clan is... well, preoccupied, to put it lightly." She let out a weak chuckle, then lapsed back into silence.

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Tatteredjaw - 39 Moons - Warrior - Minor Burns (Treated) - Terraclan Territory - Mentions; Stormstep, Mintwhisper, Rainpaw, Fernstar, Sootstep, Terrastar

With glassy eyes, Tatteredjaw dipped her head to Fernstar and Sootstep, before turning to sprint off in the direction of the smoke. The thought of the fire spreading terrified her, not only because her clan was in danger...

But because her mother always loved that spot.

She could never understand the calico she-cat's obsession with the area, maybe because it smelled of flowers, or maybe because it had the best rocks to sunbathe on. All she knew was that at these hours, her mother would be finishing up her time there. She hoped the older cat left before the fire spread. She would have smelled it, right? Of course she would have. The short warrior neared the flames, careful to stay at least twenty leaps from them.

She saw two bodies.
It was just some dogs- or maybe rabbits, right?

Even with charred fur, the red and black spots were unmistakable. Tatteredjaw stared quietly, the world standing still or her. Willowtuft was sick, she'd been coughing for many days now, but she'd been recovering slowly. Ironic, really, that a cat so close to being healthy once more is killed by the fire. Maybe the running nose kept her from smelling it. She didn't know, but she had no time to mourn. Standing there and feeling sorry for herself would get her killed, and that would do more bad than good. As she snapped back to reality, she took a moment to look at the other body. Maplestream. Why were so many cats dying now, everything had been doing so well. She tried to calm her mind as she turned and darted back towards camp, intent on making preparations if the fire spread back to their home. She could mourn later.

Tatteredjaw always mourned later.

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Tatteredjaw - 39 Moons - Warrior - Minor Burns (Treated) - Terraclan Camp - Mentions; Birchheart, Risingstorm, Rubypaw, Open!

The worn warrior’s eyes fell upon something, or someone, familiar. She quietly excused herself from Birchheart and Risingstorm before walking over, curious. As she neared the cat, she realized it was the young apprentice she encountered while checking on Aetherclan. She couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. “What are you doing here, young one?” Tatteredjaw hummed softly, eyes tired and dull. The day just felt unreal, first she got burned, then she nearly got in a fight over a stupid border change, and then she lost both her mother and Maplestream.

(Two posts, yay.)

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