Event For: Redeye; Larkclaw

Storm's fur rose noticeably when Larkclaw called out her name, but she persistently backed further into the cave, the stress beginning to get to her. Redeye's approach was not well taken, and her body arched, fangs bared and her balance shifting so that her weight was borne only on two of her limbs, the third raising up, claws unsheathed. Redeye's words were mostly lost on her, except for a key two. Hurt Shadow.

There was little signal past that point that she had moved until she was on top of Redeye. Her weight was immense, but instead of going for the kill, she pressed her paw against his neck, lowering shockingly large teeth down close to him, her voice a hiss. "Hurt... Shadow... You hurt Shadow?" Her claws were pricking against his throat, not so deep as to seriously harm, but blood beaded up around the needle sharp tips. Her breath was... less than pleasant so close to his face, and a second after not receiving an immediate response, she snapped them close to him.

"WHO HURT SHADOW?"

Her short tail was raised up, and she jerked her head up suddenly, snarling at the cats outside of the cavern. "LEAVE. LEAVE NOW. SMALL CATS LEAVE NOW!" her voice was an ever raising shout, extremely threatening, and though she did not have the words to explain, it was obvious that she would hurt or maybe kill Redeye if they failed to obey. There was perhaps a slim chance that one of them could reach her before something bad happened, but even then... was it really a risk they wanted to take? Her broken understanding of their language paired with the danger she presented to them... it was not going to be fun if a fight broke out. Crippled as she was, in short distances she was extremely fast, and that was hard to contend with.

⇺ [ Hornetpaw ] ⇻
18 Moons • Male • DawnClan • Medicine Cat Apprentice
Location: Camp • Mentions: Ravenblaze, Cloudburst

“Don’t worry about a thing, Ravenblaze,” Hornetpaw murmured soothingly as the white tom sank into an empty nest. Forcing himself to calm down for his mentor sake, he immediately examined the wound once he could get a more unobstructed view of it. The sight of blood staining Ravenblaze’s snowy coat caused images of Mousefur, Sunspots, and Dewmist’s mangled corpses to flash behind his eyes. Shaking his head as if the motion could chase away the awful memories, he turned away to hide his distress from the injured cat.

Reaching into the crevice where they stored their herbs; a sticky pile of cobwebs was swiftly plucked from a corner along with several marigold and goldenrod flowers. Chewing the petals and leaves as quickly and efficiently as possible, a poultice was soon spread across the lesion accompanied by the aforementioned cobwebs. “Marigold, to prevent infection, goldenrod for healing, and cobwebs to reduce bleeding, right?” He asked, his self-doubt momentarily threatening to create panic. What if he had just plastered the wrong herb all over Ravenblaze’s wound?

A pained yowl coming from somewhere outside the den caused the young medicine cat to nearly jump out of his fur, whirling to face the entrance. “Stay here Ravenblaze, I-I’ll be back,” he requested as he raced out into camp, another cry sounding from the nursery. Oh no. No, no, no, no. There was no way in StarClan he was ready for this. He pleaded to the heavens above something else ailed the she-cat and she wasn't in the throes of labor. He burst into the nursery seconds later, gaze locking with Cloudburst. “Is it the kits?”

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⇺ [ Redeye ] ⇻
36 Moons • Male • DuskClan • Warrior
Location: Cavern • Mentions: Storm, Owlfeather, Sootpaw, DawnClan Patrol

This bizarre feline unquestionably posed a direct threat to his life, but even her bared fangs and raised paw hadn’t stopped Redeye from advancing toward her, the surrounding darkness swallowing his pale form. If any other dangers lingered in this cave, they were nothing compared to her right now. Never in his life could Redeye recall facing an enemy he hadn’t been able to kill, but he was sharp enough to recognize he might not leave this place if he didn’t choose his next words carefully. His countenance betrayed nothing as the situation took a turn for the worst, not even when her lanky frame surged forward and swept him off his paws, her claws pressing into his throat.

Frustration welled up inside of him, and for a brief second his vexation showed in his eyes. Once again the serval had misinterpreted cat speech. Nose wrinkling slightly as her breath bathed his muzzle, her accusations left him feeling incredulous. "NO," he hissed out through gritted teeth as her own fangs snapped dangerously close to his face, quickly reminding himself he would need to be patient with Storm if he wanted any chance of surviving this encounter. He could feel warm rivulets of blood pooling around where her claws punctured his skin, the wounds not deep enough to be cause for concern yet, but still an ever-present reminder he wasn’t in control here. "Storm, listen."

Her attention fleetingly diverted to the cavern entrance, warning his Clanmates not to enter. Redeye hoped Owlfeather and Sootpaw would have enough sense to heed her demands. He knew well enough he needn’t worry about any of the DawnClan cats risking their necks for him. "Twolegs," he started mildly. ”Twolegs take Shadow. Understand? Shadow with Twolegs. Small cats try to help.”

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⇺ [ Turtlesplash ] ⇻
24 Moons • Female • Former Kittypet
Location: Twoleg Nest Site • Mentions: Patch

Mirth twinkled within her yellow gaze, Patch’s enthusiasm already endearing the stranger to Turtlesplash. She led the way beneath the trees, her pawsteps taking them toward the DawnClan border. In truth, she wasn’t all that familiar with DuskClan territory and wasn’t quite sure where to direct the former rogue. The endless stream of questions from her new companion kept the worrisome notion at the back of her thoughts, however, instinctual memory guiding her closer and closer to her old home.

“Twelve moons have passed since I left, but if things haven’t changed, then you shouldn’t expect to make friends among the opposing Clan. They each call a part of this forest home and guard their portion of it fiercely. Skirmishes and violence against one another aren’t uncommon, and should you choose to join a Clan you must prepare yourself to prove your loyalty by fighting for them. Your leader’s word will is law, and you must obey them. If they order you to fight, then fight you must,” her tone dipped into a growl, her tail flicking. It was clear she was unfound of this part of Clan life.

Turtlesplash did her best to keep up with each question as it was asked, but the one concerning toms threw her off a bit. She had experienced the typical tom attitude during her time as a kittypet, honestly finding them peculiar and uncouth, but she hadn’t stopped to consider how Clan life might look to an outsider in that regard. “It’s not in a Clan cat’s nature to harbor jealousy. Not in that way.. I understand toms can be brutal in the world you’re from; to she-cats, to kits, to each other. You will not find that here...perhaps it’s been bred out of us.”

“Each Clan has one leader and a deputy. Should the leader fall, their deputy will take their place. The y work together to keep us organized and orderly. Kits are watched over by the whole Clan, and every cat must make certain our kits are safe and well-fed. Clan toms do not kill the kits of their rivals and even help raise their own offspring more often than not. As I told you, things will be very different here.”

She paused upon noticing the expression on Patch’s face, DawnClan’s familiar scent a more welcoming aroma to the former warrior. It was then she realized her error. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Patch. I’m Turtlesplash...and I’m afraid I’ve made a mistake. I’ve brought you into DawnClan territory; this is far past the point we should have parted. Retrace your pawsteps and head east. Eventually, you will find another border. I suggest you wait there for a patrol to find you as I must do here.”

Frost|Ex Med-cat of Duskclan|Fluffy White and Grey she-cat|Location: Duskclan Cap|Mentions: Wolfstorm, Cattlekit Nightcloud
The few moments of quiet talking between Blackstar and Frost ended, the dark leader turning with tense steps toward the High Rock, looking towards the entrance in wait, his eye swiveling more quickly than every to scan every little movement in the clan. Ears flat, Frost gave a snort of clear annoyance, before turning her attention back towards the pair and the kit. Padding over, she regarded Wolfstorm with a sharp gaze, as if assessing the warrior.
"I'm going to assume its not either of yours." She mewed, her old knowledge enough to tell that Wolfstorm was not a queen.
"I'm surprised to see Duskclan still picking up outsiders." She continued, her gaze not leaving Wolfstorm as she neared Nightcloud, who's own gaze was guarded and almost aggressive as she watched the white she-cat.
"Which I assume you are, or were." Her tail tip twitched and she finally removed her studying stare, to turn her attention to the kit. Leaning forward, she gave him a few quick sniffs, and a gentle nudge or two with her nose.
"He seems healthy enough, but too young. He'll need fish, preferably. Its unfortunate he has to wean so young but," Her piercing gaze now studied Nightcloud.
"Your kits won't be here soon enough to help." She spoke with a calm matter of fact mew, before straightening up.
"Duskclan was never the greatest fishers, unfortunatly." she shook her head, returning her gaze to Wolfstorm now that she had checked over the kit.
"So, who might you be?" Perhaps it was a bit odd for the stranger in the camp to be asking such questions, but it was clear that Frost was, not comfortable, but confident enough to be making such inquires.


Foxpaw|Apprentice of Dawnclan|Small Ginger Tabby She-cat|Location: Cavern|Mentions: Umbraclaw, Owlfeather, Redeye, Storm, Sootpaw

Foxpaw hissed at Owlfeathers words, not caring that it was the Duskclan deputy. She came onto their territory, and was now spouting off orders as if they were her cats to command. Giving a murderous look to all involved, she shook her head.
"Right, like I want to spend the rest of my days wandering that cursed bit of land with you lot." She growled, and although her exterior and voice were steady, the hackles on her neck had started to rise. It was difficult not to feel apprehensive at the sight of the Cavern, the odd chill and the faint sighs of the wind over the stone.
"Be my guest to chase that mangy stranger in though, makes getting rid of you that much easier." she snorted, her words cut short however, as Redeye moved to confront the creature; Storm as they were calling her.
She watched as they exchanged words and then blows, Storm yowling once again at the patrols, nothing but glinting eyes in the darkness. Part of her wanted to leave, part of her wanted to stay and fight, and another part of her felt a strange excitement as she stared into the darkness at Redeye and Storm, as if the Cavern was stirring. the moment passed quickly however. So, she instead paced a short line behind Umbraclaw, everytime she neared Sootpaw clicking her teeth with the clear sign that she was still ready to fight.

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| Wolfstorm | 38 Moons | Female | Duskclan Warrior |
Location: Duskclan camp- Apprentice den
Mentions: Nightcloud, Cattlekit, Frost

"Where I come from isn't relevant so long as I care for and protect my clan." Wolfstom's voice was even and confident in face of the skepticism. Her place was among her clan, and she knew it, Starclan themselves had directed her to find this place. She watched as the newcomer examined the kit. It was clear by the confidence in her tone that she knew what she was talking about, so the she-cat wouldn't question that judgement. "I'll go up to the creek and see what I can do in a while. Seems like Blackstar has a few things to say soon." Her ear flicked.

"Ironic for a someone who's already caused such a fuss to be as gutsy as you are." The calico sat down, her tail curling over her paws. "My name is Wolfstorm, a warrior of Duskclan. Who are you, stranger? Like I said, you've been causing quite a ruckus. I'm guessing there's some history here. I'm curious as to who would throw so many cats into such a state."

Cattlekit // Duskclan Kit // 2 Moons // Ginger Tabby & Chimera Tom // Location- Apprentice’s Den // Mentions: Nightcloud, Frost, Wolfstorm, Open!

Cattlekit watched as a new cat came into the picture. This cat smelled weird and CattleKit didn’t entirely like her, and tried to swipe her on the nose with a hiss as she came down to inspect him. He didn’t succeed unfortunately, but looked up at her with a mean tone as he mewed and wandered back over to Nightcloud, crawling over her paw.
He listened as the conversation continued, with he talk of fish and hostility. He was getting bored, so he decided to slowly wander out of Nightcloud’s legs, and tried making his way over to a rock, where he saw a pink, slimy worm. He watched it for a second, crouching down and pawing at it with a hiss before snapping at it with open jaws and eating it.

Frost|Ex Med-cat of Duskclan|Fluffy White and Grey she-cat|Location: Duskclan Cap|Mentions: Wolfstorm, Open

Frost blinked at Wolfstorms words, and an amused twinkle appeared in her eyes. She found this she-cat amusing, as evident by the light twitches of her tail tip.
"Well spoken." she mused, the faintest hint of a purr in her words. When Wolfstorm inquired as to her own heritage however, the faintest hint of a shadow crossed her gaze.
"I would say less of a ruckus and more a confusion." she glanced around the camp, settling down onto her haunches to get more comfortable.
"I was born in Duskclan, and a little longer than a cycle of seasons ago, I left." There was not bitterness in her voice, just facts.
"When I was here, I was known as Frostpool, but I go by Frost now. I was a medicine-cat for many moons, and while I do not walk the forest, Starclan still seems to feel the need to invade my dreams." She did not elaborate on the statement, though her ears did twitch, betraying a hint of past memories she would rather not get into.
"Its why many cats did not outright attack when I entered I assume, and why I did not recognize you." She concluded her small tale, giving a glance at Nightcloud who seemed to be holding her tongue, pointedly looking away.

After a moment of tense silence, Frost looked back around the camp again, this time as if counting.
"It seems, smaller than ever." She noted with a tilt of her head. She figured that the clan was out on patrols, but there was a knowing glint in her eye, and the way she spoke not as a question, but a statement .

Flamepaw|Dawnclan|Apprentice|13 Moons Old|Ginger She-Cat|{NPC Lightsong}|Location: Duskclan territory - Dawnclan territory - Dawnclan camp|Mention(s) Directly: Cloudburst, Hornetpaw|Mention(s) Indirectly:

As they reached the Duskclan camp, the ginger she-cat moved a bit closer to her brothers side. No, she was not scared, she was just moving closer to protect him from any danger. As the black pelted leader turned around, to face the Dawnclan cats, Flamepaw shrank back a bit. She found the Duskclan leaders single eyed stare unnerving, how could the Duskclan cats handle that stare? The young ginger she-cat wondered. As the Dawnclan messengers were sent off, by Blackstar, Flamepaw turned to Harepaw. "I hope your training goes well", Flamepaw said, a bit awkwardly. "Um.... well, see you soon, hopefully", the ginger tabby apprentice said, a smile on her face.
Knowing that they should probably not linger for to long, Lightsong tapped his sister on her shoulder. "We should get going now, Flamepaw", the tom said. A bit quieter he added, "Don't know what they might do...." After saying this, the light golden furred tom turned on his heels.
Seeing her brother start to leave, Flamepaw was about to say something, but thought better of it. Letting out a sigh, the ginger tabby she-cat sprinted forward and fell into step beside her brother. The pair started their walking back in silence, it was strange, they were in another clans territory, with their permission. Along the way Lightsong slowed down, so that Flamepaw could take the lead on the way back. "I.... I....", Flamepaw sighed, "I'm sorry", she blurted out all at once. It might not be a good idea to do this now, while they were still on Duskclan territory, but she just needed to. Before her older brother could say anything in response, Flamepaw continued, "I know that you've only been trying to be nice and... and.... help me got through Sunspots death", the ginger she-cat let out a sigh. "Just, I don't really know how to act with this whole situation and..... well you know I'm not really good with expressing my real feelings", Flamepaw said, this entire time the apprentice had been walking ahead of her brother, without looking back. Her eyes were down cast, as they reached the border. Flamepaw paused for a moment and looked across, "Strange, to see it from this side", the she-cat said, more to herself then her brother.
As Lightsong came up beside his little lister, the tom paused right beside her. "It's alright", he answered, referring to her before said apology. Tapping his tail on Flamepaw's back, the messenger first nodded up and then downstream, "One day, you'll know the best and quickest ways through our territory and Duskclan's", Lightsong said. Turning back to his sister, he gave her a nod. "Let's head back to camp", the light golden tom said, his light blue eyes were focused on the direction of their camp.
Flamepaw nodded her head, at her brothers words. Her shoulders did slump a bit though, both from relief that Lightsong had forgiven her and from the responsibility that he had made her aware of. Flamepaw looked down at her paws, as Lightsong already started to head across the river, "Can I really do this?", she asked herself. Becoming a messenger was a big responsibility after all, was she really going to be good enough? Flamepaw shook her head, no she was more then fast enough and anything she needed to know, her brother would teach her. She hoped that Scorchwing would also stay on as her mentor, she liked the she-cat a lot and there was still so much Flamepaw felt she could learn from the older she-cat. Giving her head a nice shake, to clear her brain from any more stupid thoughts, Flamepaw across the river again. "Wait for me!", the ginger she-cat called, seeing her brothers tail disappear in the bushes across the river. Quickly making her way across the river, the apprentice was more sure footed than ever, as she made her way. A bit proud of herself, as she made it to the otherside, Flamepaw did not really have time to gloat, since she needed to catch up with her brother. After several paces, Flamepaw stood beside her brother and looked up at him, a grin came to the younger she-cats face. "Race you!", Flamepaw called without warning and sprang forward, Lightsong took up her challenge and the two raced each other back to camp.
Lightsong made it first, big surprise, he was bigger after all. "I'll go and hunt a bit", Lightsong told the she-cat, "Why don't you go on in", the tom added, nodding to the camp entrance. Flamepaw nodded her head, a bit out of breath to actually speak. Smiling and giving Lightsong a nod, as he left, the ginger she-cat turned back to the camp entrance.

Taking in a deep breath, she didn't really know why, Flamepaw pushed her way through the Dawnclan camp entrance. As soon as she did, a pained cry reached her ears. Was it Duskclan? Had they attacked the camp, why they were away? Her fears ebbed though, when she noticed that the cry's where coming from the nursery. Not an attack then, only Cloudbust probably having her kittens. Wait kittens?
The apprentice jumped into action and race forward, she just noticed Hornetpaw's tail disappearing inside, as she came to a stop. The apprentice only poked her head in, "The.... the kits..... are they coming?", Flamepaw asked, between gasps of breath.

| Wolfstorm | 38 Moons | Female | Duskclan Warrior |
Location: Duskclan camp- Apprentice den
Mentions: Nightcloud, Frost

This she-cat was... interesting. Wolfstorm's whiskers twiched in amusement at the comment about starclan invading dreams. "They do tend to do that, don't they?" Her words were vague, though she doubted Frost would have trouble with figuring her out. Most cats didn't it seemed, so she figured it better to just explain further. "I was a loner before finding Duskclan, as many were, though I'm glad I was directed here." She waited as Frost looked around the camp, dipping her head solemnly. "We've lost a few cats, and others wounded. There's a threat in the forest, we figure that twolegs have been setting the traps to catch it." She sighed, ears swiveling forwards. "You mentioned being a medicine cat before, right?" She paused, seeming to debate her next words. Even a past medicine cat wouldn't hurt a former clanmate, right? Wolfstorm figured her thoughts were fair and spoke again. "Weaselflight has a hurt paw, and our medicine cat... well, isn't here... do you think you could take a look at it sometime? He's too stubborn to try to find help for himself sometimes." It was risky and she'd likely be berated for revealing something like that to someone who was currently an outsider, but still. She couldn't let her clanmate suffer without trying to help at least.


| Shadewing | 20 Moons | Male | Dawnclan Warrior |
Location: Edge of territory - Hunting
Mentions: Turtlesplash, Patch

A dark-colored tom crept through the shadows, his sights set on a mouse that sat nibbling on a seed a few paces ahead of him. The approach of a couple cats sent the thing scurrying back towards the brambles. "Fox dung!" He hissed, unhappy at the loss of a mouse. "What do you mouse-brained..." He blinked in surprise at the cats in front of them. One he didn't recognize at all, some random calico, but the other....

"Turtlespash?" His voice tinged with disbelief. He'd still been an apprentice when the she-cat had left, claiming the life of a warrior wasn't for her. He remembered the snide, whispered comments among his clanmates and those uttered in the apprentice den about her weakness and how they would never be so mouse-hearted. He remembered how much they'd gotten along, and how he'd admired the she-cat and the strength she had for enduring what she did from her own family... They had trained together, eaten together... then she'd left, and now was back? "What are you doing here? I thought you'd gone for good...?"

Harepaw | Apprentice of DuskClan | Small, Hickory, White & Cream Female | Location: DuskClan Camp | Mentions: Flamepaw, Blackstar, Vulturepaw, Weaselflight [Direct] Dustpelt, Redeye, Frost [Indirect]

Harepaw stuck close to Blackstar as they left, her eyes taking in everything they could, storing it away for later. She often wobbled off the designated path and had to be righted by Blackstar, and each time she gave him an embarrassed smile. Once they reached the DuskClan’s side, however, her paws quickly found their way, much to her relief. She stuck close to her leader, though, unsure of the cat that followed with Flamepaw.

As they nearly touched the threshold of the camp, Blackstar swung around, Harepaw following with, tucking herself just behind his shoulder as she gave Flamepaw a bright smile, happy to finally be back home. She missed her nest. And Dustpelt. And Redeye. Her ears twitch as Flamepaw spoke awkwardly, though Harepaw understood why. “Hope yours goes well, too. You seem talented enough to handle it.” She raised her tail in farewell, the tip twitching to and fro. As the apprentice and the warrior turned to leave, Harepaw launched herself childishly into camp.

She skid to a stop and glanced around, noticing the strange atmosphere in camp, a strange white cat, and a tiny gathering near the apprentice den. With a confused tilt of her head, she bounded over, interested in whatever had everyone’s attention. She might as well distract herself now that she was back within the camp. Maybe this new occurrence, whatever it may be, will distract others from giving her those looks. She poked her head around the leg of Blackstar and coughed in surprise. A kit. A very small kit, who smelled nothing like the Clan. Paying no mind to Blackstar’s sharpness, she simply watched it with wide eyes until the one-eyed leader left.

Her eyes darted up to Nightcloud, inching closer to the kit with caution. She’d never been around when cats were invited into the Clan, so this was something new and shiny for her to inspect. Reluctantly, Harepaw slipped away into the apprentice den, only to halt sharply. Her eyes narrowed as she spotted Weaselflight tucked close to Vulturepaw. She opened her mouth for a second before shutting it, then opening it again like a fish out of water. Finally, she inhaled and crept closer. “Did something happen?” Her tone was awkward but concerned nonetheless. The warriors had taken up the habit of invading the apprentice den when the apprentices themselves were feeling down.

Owlfeather|Duskclan|Deputy|36 Moons Old|Siamese She-Cat|Location: |Mention(s) Directly: Storm, Redeye, Umbraclaw|Mention(s) Indirectly: Foxpaw, Sootpaw, Larkclaw

Owlfeather only gave the Dawnclan deputy a disgruntled nod, she was right, the Dawnclan cats also had a warrior inside. Looking to Sootpaw, the siamese she-cat started to think over her choices. She didn't like the idea, of leaving her apprentice out here. Maybe they should both go in, just to get Redeye out of that confined space. That being said, why where the Dawnclan cats all so hesitant to go inside? She understood if they'd be cautious, about the serval being inside. Going up against a large cat in such a close and confined space, would definitely not be advised. Still, Owlfeather felt that there was more behind them not wanting to go in, then just that.
Just as the Duskclan she-cat was about to turn to Umbraclaw and ask the other deputy what else was in that cave, she heard the sevals voice. Her head snapped to look into the cave, as she also heard Redeye's voice as well. Stepping closer to the entrance, but not going in, Owlfeather called, "Redeye, get out of there", her voice was strong. The deputy also did not want to lose andymore cats, just like the Dawnclan deputy. "Storm!", Owlfeather called, having picked up the servals name before. "Please, we do not mean you any harm", the siamese she-cat's voice had grown a bit softer. "We just want to help you. Help heal you. Help you find your brother", Owlfeather said, as she spoke the Duskclan deputy had stepped further into the entrance of the cave.
Waving her tail, for Sootpaw to stay back, the she-cat stepped into the cave. "I'm coming in now", she announced. As her eyes adjusted, Owlfeather saw the Dawnclan warrior Umbraclaw had called Larkclaw. Not really sure if this serval would attack all of them, Storm seemed pretty excited, Owlfeather said,"Backup a bit, we don't need to crowed her", nodding to the Dawnclan warrior. Her eyes searched for Redeye, where was he? The deputy's breath caught in her throat, the serval had pinned the albino warrior beneath her. The deputy's jaw clenched, in that position, she could kill the tom. Her blood ran cold at the thought of losing another clan cat. Sitting down, with her back to the entrance, Owlfeather tried to appear calm and non threatening. Wrapping her tail around her paws, trying to hide the tens grip that her claws had on the ground, Owlfeather gave the serval a kind look. "Please, we only wish to help", the siamese she-cat said again, her blue eyes kindly looking into the servals face.



Flamepaw|Dawnclan|Apprentice|13 Moons Old|Ginger She-Cat|Location: |Mention(s) Directly: Cloudburst, Hornetpaw|Mention(s) Indirectly:

Hearing the confirmation and the pain in the queens voice, as she spoke, Flamepaw started to freak out. The apprentice tried to suppress it though, she needed to appear calm, for Cloudburst's sake. As she took a few heartbeats to look over the queen, a memory popped into her head. The last time she had been in here, Sunspot's had asked her to change out the nests in the nursery. A sad glow came into the she-cat's eyes, as she remembered her mother. Stepping into the nursery, Flamepaw turned to Hornetpaw, the ginger she-cat was shaking a bit. "Maybe I could help, I'm not a medicine cat, but I could just lend you an extra paw", Flamepaw offered. Spotting a pretty sturdy looking branch, just beside Cloudburst's nest, Flamepaw reached down and grabbed it. "Here, bite down on this", the ginger she-cat said, offering the stick to the queen.
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Event For: Redeye; Larkclaw; Owlfeather; Umbraclaw; Sootpaw; Foxpaw

Redeye's voice was soothing, and for just a moment, Storm let up on the pressure. She was still watching the entrance to the cave, and Umbraclaw flew forwards, followed half a beat later by Owlfeather who fully entered the cave. The situation snapped.

Storm gave a shriek. Her weight shifted as she prepared herself for movement, and she dug her claws into Redeye's skin, the cuts now centered to the side of his neck and shoulder. She flew forwards, her paws pushing off of the white tom below her, cutting off his oxygen for a second before her weight left him. She barreled into Larkclaw, the nearest target, front paws slamming into her shoulder. The shove was forceful, and though Storm's claws barely hooked into her fur and tugged a bit out, it sent the DawnClan mollie slamming into the edge of the Cavern's entrance at a good clip, the jagged surface punching into the spot where her shoulder and body connected.

Storm wheeled back around, giving a warning shriek towards the cats who remained before her a few steps from at the mouth of the cave, and she twisted, moving back into the darkness, past Larkclaw, and then past Redeye. She cloaked herself in shadows once again, dropping into a defensive crouch. Her hair was raised, her eyes wild. Her pupils were contracted into slits so small they were almost invisible.


Result:
Redeye has a shallow but long cut along his neck and trailing down to his shoulder. It is bleeding profusely, but doesn't significantly hinder his movements.
Larkclaw has a medium puncture wound where the rock hit her, it's wide but not terribly deep either. However, it bruised her ribs and it will be harder to breathe because of this.
[Just for clarification as I didn't describe it well up there]

News/Event

There is a clear chill in the air coming from what seems to be the mouth of the Cavern, brought on the wind of from Storms movements. Though she is hard to see now deeper in its depths, on a clear decline, a cat could try to follow. However no one knows whats in the depths of the Cavern, and the uneasy feeling, combined with the Servals yowls and the bloodshed would put even the bravest warrior on edge.

*Warning* Entering the Cavern may result in temporary loss of you character.