Sootpaw | Duskclan Apprentice | 13 moons | Small, gray tabby tom | Location: Duskclan Camp | Mentions: Blackstar(direct), Owlfeather(direct), Fernfoot(direct)

Sootpaw had made it back to the camp, heaving, his eyes frantic. The apprentice looked around the camp and attempted to call to anyone about what was happening, but his voice caught in his throat. He simply stood with shaking legs, his head bowed, as he tried to calm himself and catch his breath in order to get the words out. Breathing easier, Sootpaw glanced back up to see that his clan leader, Blackstar, was indeed in the camp. He began to walk toward the dark tom when his mentor, bloodied and panting, came tearing into the camp herself.
Sootpaw stopped in his tracks and heaved a great sigh of relief. True, it was clear that Owlfeather was wounded, but she was here and alive. He watched Owlfeather tell Blackstar all that had occurred, listening in as he came closer to the two. Sootpaw was about to congratulate his mentor for taking care of the mutt when he heard the next words to come from Owlfeather. Again he stopped, a couple tail-lengths away, and looked at Owlfeather in disbelief before casting his gaze to the ground. Perhaps if he had run faster, had been quicker to tell someone,
Fernfoot might have come home.

Flamepaw|Dawnclan|Apprentice|Ginger She-Cat|Location: Training beach|Mention(s) Directly: Scorchwing|Mention(s) Indirectly: Foxpaw

Flamepaw methodically would nod her head, as Scorchwing spoke. The young she-ca was glad that her mentor and herself where so similar, both in pelt color, body strucktur, and pelt length, as well as strengths and weaknesses. Flamepaw's blue gaze turned forward, as they needed the training beach, a prickle of apprehension tugged at the apprentices fur. Flamepaw's ear twitched, as he mentor mentioned that she had been held back, because she was not a good swimmer. That was definitely not going to happen to her, Flamepaw decided. Her goal was to one day be a great warrior and maybe even see if she could impress her mentor and the other warriors to such an extent that they would make her a warrior before Foxpaw. That would drive that know it all look from her littermates face, deep down Flamepaw know that Foxpaw did not have a know it all look, but in that instance she just wanted to secsead and be the best.
Hurrying forward, to stand next to her mentor, Flamepaw looked into the water. He natural reaction was to recoil, a small wave lapped at her paws, but instead the she-cat dug her claws in. Looking up into Sorchiwings eyes, the younger she-cat gave her a firm nod of her head in agreement. "I'll do my best", Flamepaw said, though in a lower voice she added, "Don't call me minion."

⇺ [ Redeye ] ⇻
36 Moons |:| Male |:| DuskClan |:| Warrior
Location - Outside Camp |:| Mentions - Harepaw, Dustpelt, Weaselflight

“It doesn’t look as if you were having much luck anyway. Don’t blame me for your lack of prey,” Redeye replied in dramatic fashion, clearly jesting. He accepted the swat without protest, one of Dustpelt’s paws making contact with his torn ear, resulting in him promptly falling to his side as if the blow were strong enough to knock him off his paws. “You brute. You’ve wounded me.”

As Harepaw told of her early morning adventures he rose to his paws, shaking dirt from his white pelt before lifting his nose to the air, jaws parting to take in the strange scent Dustpelt had previously mentioned. “Indeed, I found your apprentice sprinting around the forest like a mad fox and figured I better bring her to you before the little miss got herself into more mischief.”

“What is that anyway?” He inquired of the other two toms, muzzle wrinkling in distaste. “Don’t like it.” Without another word, he turned and began following the scent trail, assuming the other cats would follow. Surely they were as curious as himself?

Ravenblaze | Dawnclan Medicine Cat | 25 Moons | White Green-Eyed Tom | Camp |Mentions: Cloudburst, Gingerstar(ID)

Ravenblaze sighed softly to himself as he got up. His right hind leg felt much better, so he guessed it had only been a sprain. He knew he should have been more careful when climbing trees in the rain. He tested his weight on it and nodded proudly as he felt no pain. With his leg feeling much better, he knew he could finally step out of the medicine cat den. He stepped out and took a deep breath of the fresh air, only to almost choke on a strange scent. He looked around for his leader, spotting Gingerstar not long after and starting to make his way over to her. However, he was intercepted by Cloudburst. He gave a nod to the queen. "Hello Cloudburst, how are you doing?" He asked, always happy to strike a conversation with cats.
He had always admired queens and how strong they were. His mother had told him many times that kitting was the most painful experience in her entire life. Of course he had heard that this varied from queen to queen. He just hoped he would be able to help Cloudburst to his upmost ability when her kits decided to see the world.

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

Blackstar froze in surprise at the words, his single golden eye widening. Two-legs. They were nothing new to the forest, and nothing new to the Clan who had its roots in the nearby two-leg place, but they had always left well enough alone. Slowly, the dark tom sunk to his hindquarters, head bowing slightly.
"This is troubling news." He muttered, watching his claws extend and close into the earth for a moment before his head jerked back upwards, gaze fixing onto Owlfeather.
"I'm glad you're safe, dogs can be dangerous and two-legs even more so. Had you been caught as well, we could have more problems." He rose to his paws, giving the deputy a gently tap with his tail.
"It wasn't your fault." The words were quiet, before he turned his attention to the other two cats he could see listening in.
"Sootpaw, I'm glad you're safe as well." He then glanced towards where Vulturepaw was sitting, a few tail lengths away but his ears clearly interested in the conversation.
"Both of you, please do not leave camp without a warrior for now. We need to make sure this is nothing more than a bad incident, and not something that will happen again. " After that, he glanced back at Owlfeather.
"Have Fleetwhisper make sure you're taken care of. We can worry about Fernfoot once the clan is alerted to the situation.
His tail tip twitched in thought.
"If this is something that could harm both clans, we may need to consider sending the message." He knew that the two clans had come to a tentative agreement about such events, but he couldn't help but hope this was just a fluke.


 Dustpelt|Warrior of Duskclan|Leggy Calico Tom|Location: Duskclan Territory|Mentions:Weaselflight, Harepaw, Redeye

Dustpelt shook his head at Redeyes reaction, his ears twitching towards Harepaw.
"Calling my scent weird?" He teased at his apprentice, his green gaze glittering mischievously. He crouched, as if to bring his play fighting towards his apprentice when a new breeze sent the scent over the cats once more.
Growing more serious, Dustpelt glanced from Redeye to Harepaw.
"Well done avoiding the dogs, they can be such a pain, stupid as they are. Especially with all the scents in the forest lately." He wrinkled his nose at the faint drifting scent. The familiarity of it still causing his pelt to prickle.
At Redeyes words and sudden jump forward, he glanced between the other two left.
"Well, I don't think Blackstar would mind if we investigated a bit. " He gave a sidelong glance to Weaselflight. It was just like old times.
"Besides, we can get some training in while we wander." He spoke those words at Harepaw, and with that he gave his pelt a shake, before jumping forwards to follow the odd tom leading the pack.

 Events!

 Even for: Redeye, (Harepaw, Weaselflight)

The trail is very faint, and takes a haphazard route through the forest. The scent eventually gets laced with that of two-legs and their dogs. You also catch the faint trace of fellow clanmates, as if they had been around recently.
Just off the path, you can catch the scent of something edible, and can see something glinting in the foliage.

(Previous rogues only, may recognize it as a cage- but its open and quite large. )

Weaselflight | DuskClan Warrior | 21 Moons | Tom | Camp | Dustpelt; Harepaw; Redeye

Weaselflight's yellow-green eyes narrowed with mild amusement when Dustpelt cracked the joke about his smell. It was true, Dustpelt was no ordinary tom, but... it had never really bothered Weaselflight. A lot of his fellow kittypets had that smell, a sort of watered down version of the musky tom smell that most males carried. Some cats mocked his friend for it, but just as usual the pair shared their oddities and neither had reason to attack the other for something they couldn't control. Redeye was a bit of the same, him and his icy pelt and piercing scarlet eyes.

His ear flicked when Dustpelt glanced at him, and he could feel a little excitement prick up in his chest. It had been a long while since they'd traversed the forest for an exploration trip! He flicked his tail, and waited for one of the others to lead the way.

They walked for a good while, twisting and weaving, sometimes circling back a bit before recatching the smell. It got harder as the scent began to intertwine with the stench [and he now knew it was a stench and not a call from his home] of twolegs and their dogs, but in times where they would start to stumble he would pause for awhile and sift through the chaos until that smell came back. They came across some DuskClan smell, but no cats were around and they continued.

The silver caught his eye, and he froze in place, suddenly distracted by the smell of food. "What's that?" he asked, suspicious. It smelled... wrong. Like the place he had gone as a little little kitten with his mom, a white sterile environment that smelled like this. It worried him, made his fur crawl.
Better safe than sorry

【Fleetwhisper|36 Moons|Tom|DuskClan Medicine Cat|Location: Camp, Medicine Den|Mentions: {Direct} OwlFeather, {Indirect} Blackstar】

With gnashing beneath snarling maws, wrenching fur, rendering flesh, teeth lit the dark. There came savagery wrought by fangs cruel and with such brutality brought about a particularly thick scent of blood, wreathing around Fleetwhisper.
Within the shadows, multiple growls arose from rumbling throats. Hissing broke the air; however, the world around Fleetwhisper fell enveloped, girded by darkness, bleak and foreboding, and while his paws scattered, feeling the dirt beneath his unsheathed claws, Fleetwhisper could not make out his surroundings, try as he might.
Furthermore, with flickering ears, Fleewhisper heard murmurs wavering in the distance, all, to his bewilderment, muttering his name in fractured sentences indiscernible.
In the meanwhile, fear began to creep along his spine, sprawling and inciting him to tremble, his tail swishing in mad movements as his fur began to bristle, standing on end.

Where was he?
No eve came dark as this, yet, Fleetwhisper had nary a chance to reflect, nor gather his bearings, before glinting, white fangs came with swiftness unmatched, enclosing around his throat, clenching until inhaling and exhaling became arduous.
Then, he stirred, lids fluttering open with dread, eyes meeting only reality. Fragrances of herbs danced in the air, and, momentarily, he sought comfort within them.

A dream, it was all a dream saturated in macabre, yet, as he told himself that in reiteration, lifting up on quivering paws, Fleetwhisper found it grueling to allow the nightmare to slip away, to dissipate from his mind.
Could Starclan- was it possible that- no, of course not.
The clan of the dead, ancestors to the living, was all just a possible impossibility, and he, shaking his head, had suffered the affliction known as a nightmare and that was that.

Perpetually precarious balance compounded by his trembling muscles, Fleetwhisper almost tumbled over herbs he had prior set to sort later, hissing a "mouse dung" before sitting down again, blinking sleep from his eyes.
How long had that nightmare ensnared him? Only faint traces of sunlight made its way into the yawning umbrae of the cave, although, Fleetwhisper had long since grown accustomed. Regardless, it would seem he slept longer than intended.

Before he could begin his usual duties, the scent of blood caught him off-guard, alongside the sound of paws ushering into the cave.
The acrid odor brought him back to his dream which had begun to become a fleeting memory. However, Fleetwhisper rose to his feet, refusing to linger when one of his clanmates needed him; all in all, he was a medicine cat, was he not?
As numerous herbs ran through his mind, he knew he would potentially need cobweb, if not poppy seeds as well.
Fleetwhisper began to gather webs before he heard his name uttered by Owlfeather, their deputy, and he pondered on what could have brought her to his den as he ambled towards her voice.
Of course, little time elapsed before he found the answer to his internal inquiries.

Approaching Owlfeather, he noted the injury to her right shoulder, stark and scarlet against the hue of her fur.
With a flick of his tail, he righted his balance, studious.
"What by the clans happened? I'm assuming Blackstar knows. Here, let's get you inside, where I can work easier, we'll apply dock, use cobweb, and you can have some poppy seeds."
Waiting to walk beside Owlfeather, Fleetwhisper could not shake a sliver of trepidation despite his stoicism.

Sootpaw | Duskclan Apprentice | 13 moons | Small, gray tabby tom | Location: Duskclan Camp | Mentions: Blackstar(direct), Owlfeather(direct), Fleetwhisper(direct), Fernfoot(indirect), Vulturepaw(direct)

Sootpaw listened quietly as Blackstar and Owlfeather spoke, giving a soft nod in acknowledgment when he was spoken to, but otherwise keeping his sullen gaze on the ground during the conversation. When Owlfeather limped off to see Fleetwhisper, Sootpaw's eyes lifted and followed her. He hoped his mentor would soon be somewhat at ease, at least in terms of her wounds.
At Owlfeather's glance toward him, his gaze immediately returned to the ground. Sootpaw knew that she didn't blame him for not getting help in time, but his heart was still heavy with sorrow and guilt. He may not have been great friends with Fernfoot, but Sootpaw enjoyed being around the pale tom and looked up to him. And now, all of a sudden, he was just gone.
Sootpaw's shame and sadness gave way to anger as he heard Vulturepaw's inquiry and his pelt bristled at his words. The gray tom swung his head around to glare at the fellow apprentice, a quiet growl resonating deep in his chest.
"Are you mousebrained?", he asked Vulturepaw, his question laced with venom. "Didn't you hear with those big ears of yours?" Sootpaw made no move toward Vulturepaw, instead digging his claws into the ground as his tail flicked violently. "Or perhaps you're too lazy to even evesdrop correctly?"

【Fleetwhisper|36 Moons|Tom|DuskClan Medicine Cat|Location: Camp, Medicine Den|Mentions: {Direct} OwlFeather, {Direct} Blackstar】

Absorbing Owlfeather's statements, Fleetwhisper's nose scrunched in revulsion.
Cursed two-legs and their canine companions, why the strange creatures would opt to have those beasts by their side fell far beyond any semblance of logic Fleetwhisper could garner.
All in all, his primary focus now stood not on the wretched beasts but Owlfeather's wounds.
As Owlfeather settled in an empty nest- nests he kept readily built and cushioned to cradle the ailing- Fleetwhisper emitted a sigh, rather bordering on being exasperated; how often would he continue to see injuries such as this?

The whispers amongst the clan were that Dawnclan sent these roving dogs past the clan's borders and Fleetwhisper speculated upon the accusations, piqued intrigue driving him to wonder if such a feat remained true.
"These two-legs and their revolting companions are becoming an issue. So much so, I think they are causing me nightmares. Perhaps I should speak to Blackstar on my latest one- I'm rambling, again."
Of course, he tended to do so as he worked, mixing a poultice and moving to apply it gingerly to Owlfeather's wound, before binding it with cobweb, nodding in satisfaction at his work.

"I'm just glad you're okay. Did anyone else get hurt?"
If so, he expected them to be within his den, but some warriors were, well, stubborn and it proved problematic. Regardless, it did not hurt to ask; it was the case that Fleetwhisper had missed who went on patrols; therefore, it left him in the dark, something he ever so loathed.
Moving to gather poppy seeds, his steps unstable, Fleetwhisper attended his stores and came back with the precious seeds, plopping them before Owlfeather.
"Here, take these seeds, they will ease your anxieties and pain."

Ravenblaze | Dawnclan Medicine Cat | 25 Moons | White Green-Eyed Tom | Camp |Mentions: Cloudburst, Gingerstar