[Mousenose & Dovepaw]

[ZEBRA ! [used to be toasty]]

Mousenose heard the warning, and didn't like it. He knew it would be something bad. Fear hung in the air, and Mousenose looked around for whatever Dovepaw saw. Before he could see it, a nasty scent filled his nostrils, giving him a headache. There was a fox. He looked for the fox. Hopefully it was just a baby! But it wasn't just a cub. It was a huge fox. Neither young or old. He stared at it. There was nothing else to do. This was the creature who killed his family. The monster who ruined his life. The thing that made him scared of everything. He clutched onto the dirt with his claws. If he didn't do this, he would run away. But he had to stay here. For Dovepaw's sake. He closed his eyes and took a deep breathe. His mother appeared in his head, and her eyes where full of comfort, yet anger.

Don't just stand there! Your apprentice, the one you love, is there. Waiting for you to help. If you don't do anything, she will end up like me! Wouldn't you like it up here more then her? She is young and haven't seen the world yet. You have. Fight for her weather you want to or not. Or you can be punished in a way that you have experienced before. The way I died, won't be much different then the way she will die, if you don't help.

Mousenose's eyes shot open. He growled at the voice, but sprang into action, toward the fox. Dovepaw was already getting attacked. Mousenose struck his paw at the fox's mouth, spitting out Dovepaw. Mousenose yowled with all his might. "Get out of here! Run. Or atleast stay back."

He gathered strength from his back legs, and leaped onto the fox's back. He chewed on his ear, and dug his claws into his pelt. He bit into the ear once more, but let go and bit into his neck. Hard. With anger and energy, the neck dripped with fowl tasting blood. The fox let out a howl, and bucked Mousenose off. The frail cat landed on his stomach. It felt like his bones shattered into a million pieces. He groaned, but got up. He paced up behind the fox, trying to think of a plan before the fox attacked again. An idea popped into his mind. When Mousenose hit the tree, trying to show Dovepaw a battle move, the hit was pretty powerful. This might work on the fox. But before he could think of something else, the fox jumped toward Mousenose. Mousenose jumped and spun around, and smacked the fox in the face. The fox's face now dripped with blood, and a huge scratch ran down his eye, one that Mousenose did not notice before the fight. He jumped on the fox's back again. without the fox knowing. He stared at his neck, and without thinking, scratched a hole in his fur, and bit it. Harder then anything he ever bit before. He was frustrated that the fight was not working before, but it felt like the anger spilled out with this bite. He jumped off to see the fox's reaction. It's eyes where wide open, and a horrible scent filled the air. One that said that the fox was dying. Mousenose stared at the fox, and angrily scratched his face. The fox's eyes closed, and his legs gave out, so that he was now on the ground. Mousenose lay his paw on the animal's stomach. It stopped moving. His bravery worked. He won the battle. But it was harder then anybody would think. Exhaustion filled his body. But everything told him to keep on going. He breathed hard, and trotted toward Dovepaw.

"You okay?"

He mewed, before licking the young cat.

[glowlynose]

Ooc: So. Um. Where do we go from here?

It's sort of unrealistic for her to wake up this soon. Just saying.

[ZEBRA ! [used to be toasty]]

What do you mean wake up?

[glowlynose]

Ooc:

It was then that she passed out on consciousness, but not out of existence. No, it was not Dovepaw's time to go yet. She still had amends to make.

In essence, Dovepaw passed out. She is currently lying unconscious on the ground with some pretty horrible wounds, and losing blood quickly. Hard to do a post like that... unless I randomly brought in Tawnywhisker and had her running back to the camp.
Yes... that could work. Permission to do such?

[ZEBRA ! [used to be toasty]]

Ohhh. Sorry. I guess I blanked out at that. D| Sorry.

Yes. Permission granted.

[glowlynose]

Oh foxdung! Mistpelt is going to be furious with me if I don't catch anything. But what can she do? She can't honestly expect me to sit around camp and do nothing all day. If I'm not assigned something, I'll make my own assignment. Oh StarClan, I hope she won't be angry with me for leaving camp without orders. There were plenty of cats there to guard it... Aha! Some prey! Tawnywhisker's ears perked up at the sound of tiny scuffling paws. It was not long before she had pinpointed the scent of her quarry, a little finch. Its brown feathers offered good camouflage against the foliage, but, then again, so did Tawnywhisker's mottled pelt. Keeping as silent as possible, she crept forward. The pungent scent of her coming kill overwhelmed the warrior before she had even pounced.

Something happened further off in the forest. A twig snapped, something shrieked, prey-animals were sent into a panic that rent the silence of the woodlands and frightened off her prey. Something was wrong. No, that's not the scent of the bird's blood. That's the scent of cat's blood! Tawnywhisker's pupils narrowed to intoxicated slits as the metallic scent of blood from the distance washed over her. The increasingly familiar red haze slipped over her vision. Her claws unsheathed, and a low, demonic chuckle rumbled from her throat. Now it was time to hunt!

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Her mental state grew increasingly frenzied as the scent of blood grew stronger. There were other scents, but she hardly noticed their presence beneath the heady aroma of feline blood. Had she taken the time to pick out the other fragrances, she might have noticed the disgustingly canine stench of the fox, or the electric scent of burning terror. Ah, but alas, the mottled she-cat had fallen underneath the spell of the blood. What would mother think of me now? A proper British housecat, a bloodthirsty savage. But those thoughts were dismissed entirely as the shark padded up to the source of the blood.

"Mousenose? Dovepaw? What has gone on here?" she rasped as the red haze cleared from her vision. The source of the blood was a clanmate. She could not harm a clanmate. That was against the Code.

Tawnywhisker let out a small gasp. What had happened to Dovepaw? There she lay on the forest floor without so much as an unstained hair on her pelt. It was all dyed a shade of dangerous pink, and some places were even starting to turn a vivid shade of red. Like Deathberries. Her skin had been ravaged by the fox's powerful jaws, hanging off of the newly exposed muscle on her shoulder and neck. It was a wonder that she had not already died. When the mottled warrior bent to take a closer look at the apprentice's pock-holed neck, she could see the pulsating and very much alive jugular vein. Its pulses were growing less apparent, though. It seemed that the light in Dovepaw's bright green eyes was even fading, becoming more obscured by the thick mist of impending death. This she-cat needed medical attention, and fast. Hah, or a miracle.

"Mousenose, what happened here? How could you let this happen to your own apprentice? Look at you, barely a scratch on you," she spat with contempt. Her glare towards the cowardly tomcat was laced with ice, sharp stones, anything she could think of that would pierce his soul and make him see the error of his ways.

"Looks like I'll have to go fetch Brightnose. In the meantime, you try and stop as much of the bleeding as you can. And hurry, she doesn't have much time. Unless you can't stomach the sight of blood," she sneered mockingly. "Think you can handle that simple task? Good. Use cobwebs. I'm going now."

With that, Tawnywhisker sprinted out of the clearing and back towards camp. Oh StarClan, please be with Dovepaw. Bless your child, protect her in her darkest hour. She needs you. She needs a miracle. Please, she is not ready to join you yet. Show her your love by sparing her life.
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[ZEBRA ! [used to be toasty]]

""Mousenose, what happened here? How could you let this happen to your own apprentice? Look at you, barely a scratch on you,"

Anger buzzed through Mousenose, but fear also hung onto him. How could Tawnywhisker say that? He had to kill off the fox, or it would just attack more.

Mousenose growled, but stopped soon after. He shouldn't make Tawnywhisker more mad, after what just happened.

"I had to kill the fox! If I didn't, it would just get at Dovepaw more!" He wailed. "And I was planning to help her, for you information."

He looked around as Tawnywhisker took off to get Brightnose. There where cobwebs between two trees. He used his paw to take them off, and trotted over to Dovepaw, placing them on her injuries. He looked around again, in search for more cobwebs. After some time of finding more and placing them on scratches and bites, Mousenose sat next to Dovepaw, and licked her head. It was stained with blood, but Mousenose licked around the gross red blood.

"It is gonna be alright.. Relax."

But more and more fear came as Mousenose talked. He let out a yowl of help, and dug his nose into Dovepaw's soft fur. Blood over took the smell of everything, but he still wouldn't move.

[Cloud of Diamonds]

It was an unusual thing. A thing which had not happened since she had become medicine cat. An attack by a fox on an apprentice. When a harried Tawnywhisker had burst into her den while she was sleeping, she had been greatly surprised as to the reason she was woken. As she told of the situation in a rush, she quickly gathered a wad of cobwebs, some horsetail, and some goldenrod, picked them up with her mouth, and hastily fled out of her den.

Led by the mottled she-cat, the calico wondered how bad the damage to Dovepaw was. Tanwywhisker had said it was "bloody awful, literally" but that did not give her much to work with. Bloody awful could mean anything from several mild scratches to severe bites and slashes. But then, she supposed the warrior's mind was so caught up in the horror she'd seen that it had been difficult for her to describe more, and she'd just wanted to get help quickly. It made sense.

As she approached the hollow, she saw the still figure of the apprentice on the ground. She couldn't restrain an expression of disgust as she saw the blood on the white fur. The tricolored medicine cat quickly replaced it with a neutral but caring expression. Moving as fast as her tired paws would carry her, she ran over to the fallen white FogClanner. Ignoring her shocked mentor nearby, she noticed there were a few cobwebs on her already. How curious.

She quickly put more on, though, noting that Dovepaw's main injuries seemed in her chest and around her chest.

[glowlynose]

What's going on? That was the first thought that entered Dovepaw's mind when she regained consciousness. Everything around her was obscured by a greyish haze, but beyond that there was only blackness. Her nerves were the first things to return to her, and beneath the pain of her injuries she could feel paws poking and prodding at her. Why were they doing that? It felt funny; didn't they know it made her feel funny? And why in the name of StarClan could she not move? The only part of her body that she seemed to be able to move was her tail, which she started flicking rapidly just to assure herself that she still existed. Oh, it infuriated her that she could not move, but she barely had the energy left to be furious in the first place. All she could do was lie there and let whoever was poking her, well, poke her.

"Wha's go-goin' on?" Dovepaw's voice was weak, and it rasped as if she had inhaled too much smoke. Something blubbed inside her throat, producing a strange crackling sound when she inhaled. This caused her to cough, and soon the mystery substance was identified: blood. The deep maroon liquid spewed from her little mouth, nearly missing Tawnywhisker where she sat. A small vein somewhere had been burst, but luckily that was all the blood that was going to escape... from coughing, anyway. The snow-pelted apprentice was still bleeding.

"Why do I feel warm and... c-cold? Where am I? ... Oh, don't worry, Vanilla, Sugar. Of course I'll be back soon. It's safe in the forest,"

[/b] she breathed. Her eyes opened, and they shone luminously as she looked at Brightnose. Brightnose was nice... but where were Sugar and Vanilla? Why weren't they here? Had something bad happened to them?

"Oh, h'lo. Have you s-seen my brother 'n' sister? They were just here... I'm sure of it. Oh... I'm not allowed to have catnip before bedtime. Mommy says so. Hi Brightnose. What happened here?"[/b] Dovepaw's gaze flicked this way and that, searching for any sign of her siblings. They had just been here. She'd seen them with her own two eyes. And where was Mousenose? Was he okay? Something bad had happened, but she didn't know what...
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[ZEBRA ! [used to be toasty]]

Mousenose stared at the young white cat, her fur crusted with red, gross blood. It was horrible, the sight was unbearable. He studied the stomach. But he couldn't really see weather or not is was moving. He looked around the rest of the body. The tail twitched. Mousenose gasped.

"Dovepaw! Oh my Starclan. Dovepaw, you are alive! You are such a fighter..."

He licked Dovepaw's face

"Dovepaw..." He whispered in her ear.

He looked at Brightnose. She was working on her, but Mousenose would not move. He planted his claws into the ground, and stared at Dovepaw. She said something, but then another thing that really caught Mousenose's interest. Something about Vanilla and Sugar. Who where they? They didn't have warrior names, though. Was Dovepaw secretly visiting someone? But that passed through his mind quickly. She would never do that!

Mousenose dug his muzzle into her fur again. It didn't matter. She was alive. And that was most important.