Dewfall || Burden To The Clans || OPEN

[BizarrePheonix]

As the golden tabby she-cat helplessly dragged herself toward some shade. When she came under the small bush she rested her chin on her paws she groaned as she looked back at her trail she had made with her useless hindquarters.
"I'll never be a mother." She remembered yowling when she found out she would never walk again. "I can't be a normal cat anymore..."
Dewfall felt like crying out to the stars above, to her ancestors. She felt like cursing them, and telling them they were useless to the migrating clans.
"They would have stopped the eathquake if they really loved us."

[Wargrace]

Raccoonheart

Quick-stepping, quiet -- the grayscale warrior was on the move. Away from the group of survivors, out into the wasteland with a purpose. Was there anything out here to be found? Water, prey? No, it didn't look like it. Sparse shrubbery, the occassional dirtied puddle.. nothing to be found of use to the clans. But.. there was a scent; and it was driving him forward. Dewfall. Where was she going off to, by herself? The she-cat had been injured.. very badly in the 'quake. It would do her no good to go off into the wastelands alone. The heat, the possible predators.. what if Dewfall couldn't protect herself from some preying bird, or couldn't make it back to the group and suffered a fate caused by overheating or dehydration?

Raccoonheart wouldn't take the risk. He'd go and find her, and make sure she was alright.. maybe boost her spirits, if possible. He'd proclaimed her his sister many, many moons ago -- and siblings looked out for eachother, didn't they? Yes. Even if it meant not stalking Fallenstrike around for a bit. The scent was growing closer. He perked a bit at it, the long-bodied tom picking up his pace to bound along a bit. "Dewfall? Dewfall~" He felt a wave of sympathy, saddness -- she'd left a trail, traveling out here. His poor friend -- she was much too young not to be able to walk right. But.. that didn't make her any less important. "Dewfall~ there you are~!" Under a bush. Looking.. not very happy. He didn't expect her to be throwing a celebration, of course.

[fatesexile]

Owlflight

Owlflight had gone out to inspect the the barren wasteland they were preparing to trek out onto any day now, or any night for that matter. The heat was suffocating, and his black pelt didn't help at all. He had been out since dawn and thank starclan found a sound or water, and hoped some cat could find a way to get the blasted thing open without being pricked to death! He was carrying the oval shaped prickly...plant? maybe? carefully in his mouth when he heard talking. He looked around in interest ' What in starclans name? We aren't suppose to move out yet!' he thought to himself, padding towards the voices.

He caught sight of the two, and recognized the she-cat, the one who was horribly injured during the quake, and he immediately felt sorrow for her, only two years ago his own mate had started to walk again on her own after a gator crushed her hind legs. Maybe they could find a way? If it wasn't a spinal break... it could still be possible, only if she was willing... He padded over to the, clearing his throat to let his presence be known , sitting down away from them a bit and setting down the prickly plant

He licked his maw and dipped his head to the two " Hello, are you alright? " He rumbled gently looking over at Raccoonheart before looking back at dewfall and smiling softly. " What are two strong warriors doing out here? Are we moving out already??" he questioned, trying to get a reading on the situation. The she-cat couldn't be depressed about her hindlegs could she? There was nothing to be depressed about! She was still strong like the other warriors.

[BizarrePheonix]

Dewfall suppressed a gentle, yet sad purr as she saw her adopted brother come toward her. "Hey Raccoonheart."
Then she saw Owlflight and her neck fur prickled. She was still not used to being around all these different cats.
"Umm.. no, I was just.. wanting alone time with my brother that's all." She meowed her blind-like eye pierced into the dark tom's green eyes.

She knew this tom. He's the MarshClan deputy, Owlflight. Her fur settled as she felt more safe.
"He won't hurt us." She silently reassured herself.

[Iva]

Fallenstrike

It seemed, momentarily, the roles had been changed. All alone now, Fallenstrike was almost puzzed- peering from location to location, as If he had lost something. Where was Raccoonheart? Since the disaster- no, since kithood- the two had been inseparable. Presumably because of Racoon’s habit of following him around..Now, however, he was the one who found himself looking. It felt strange, and the black-pointed tom didn’t like it. “’Coon?” Not by a rock, not behind a..another rock..Or another rock. Really, what was up with this landscape anymore? Definitely not like reed fronds and vegetation he was used to. Two strange things, now; the nasty landscape, and, more importantly, the absence of Raccoon.

He was almost disturbed. No, he was disturbed. Known to not be the most kind or social cats around, it was strange to think that he couldn’t stand being in someone’s absence. But..Here was. Irritable before? He was fifty times more so now..Which might’ve explained why he, suddenly and for no reason, lashed out and swatted a rock with one large paw. You know..Sort as if it was Racoonheart.

Mousedung! Where was he? Fallen was peeved. Was this his form of worry..? Sort of. His..Less worried, worry. No one want to see his really worried. All the disaster, all the chaos, all the lost and depression- he barely gave a care. No one..Ever wanted to see his worry. Off was Fallenstrike. In what direction..? Any and all. Madly sniffing around, until he finally caught a scent- Raccoonheart. Not surprinsg. After all, had ‘Coon not been right there when he left? How had Fallen not noticed? He was cursing himself, now. Foxdung. Something must obviously be wrong, and you didn’t even notice. Anger. Then.. Worry. The bad worry. What if something had happened to him?

Gone was Fallenstrike. For a warrior his size and build, no one would ever guess he could run so fast. He couldn’t, honestly..But he sure has hell was trying now. Right on the scent path. Pant-pant-pant. Thick legs, large paws, thick fur..They were not meant for running, but that wasn’t going to stop him now. He charged onward. And onward..And onward..Then, finally..Racoonheart.

“’Coon!” All the worry elapsed, and left a very surpringly happy Fallen. In that one moment, he looked happier then he probably ever had..Then it collapsed into darkness.He noticed the others, there- but, moreso, Dewfall. She did not look good. He had known before she hadn’t- but seeing it a second or fifteenth time didn’t make it any less heart-wrenching. “Is..Everything alright?”

(dear god it won't be this long next time sorry x))

[Wargrace]

A warm purr came at the greeting from Dewfall, ears craning forward, focused on her. "Dewfall~ you shouldn't be all the way out here, we all need to stick together. It's not safe out in the wasteland for anyone." The heat, the predators, the dryness of the land.. it was all very bad. Even a strong warrior could meet a cruel, cruel fate out here. Dewfall was a strong warrior -- but for the time, she was injured. Which really wasn't unexpected. Many had been damaged and lost in that earthquake. He would've said more, but.. a distraction came; another cat. A large, darkly colored tom, fur marked with orange splashes. Not a threat, he decided immedietly. He was from Marshclan, that much he knew offhand. The other tom wasn't one he knew very well, not even by name. What ashame; he really did like to know other cats. He was always a friendly cat, even as a little kit. That had never changed.. and at thirty-nine moons.. he had pretty much the same energy level.

Was Dewfall nervous about the newcomer? She seemed to prickle up a bit -- so he moved a bit closer and sat, fluffy tail curling close, head tilting, listening as she gave an answer. "Hello~" A friendly greeting, bright green eyes shining warmly. A curious glance to the plant he'd been carrying -- it was.. very spikey. Like a porcupine. He'd heard a story about a cat who fought with one of those. He didn't question why Owlflight was carrying the prickly plant. "Seeing how my most wonderful sister ever is~" ..Granted.. he only had.. one sister. Who was an adopted sister.. but, undoubtedly, there was no rival to her as a sister. What was that? Sound. Something.. moving towards them? His head turned, peering off towards the sound. And the dark brown form heavily approaching. At top speed? Seemed so.

Fallenstrike.

He'd have asked the longer furred cat to come along -- but.. traveling in the wasteland with long, dark-ish fur.. seemed like a bad idea. Apparently, Fallenstrike had decided to come find him, though! It made him happy, all.. warm and fluttery. His best friend and his sister, and.. Owlfight, who happened to be potential new friend.. how exciting! Up he went, and then forward, darting for the other warrior. And.. probably trying to crash straight into him. "Fallenstrike~ Yesyes, everything's wonderful~! You're here, Dewfall's here~" ..Was it good to crash straight into someone else? Well, 'Coony wasn't likely to do Fallen much harm in doing so; he was smaller. Shorter, long-bodied, but very streamline. Yeah.. just hope Fallen didn't manage to run him over, instead. ..Look to Owlflight. "I'm Raccoonheart, that's my sister Dewfall, and this is my Fallenstrike~!" Because Fallenstrike. He was property, clearly. Happypurring.

[fatesexile]

Owlflight curled his tail as a clear visible sign he meant no harm. He looked at dewfall and laid down to seem less threatening " Don't let my appearance frighten you young one, I'm just an old soft heart bear. " he laughed before watching Another cat approach and realized they were all siblings in one way or another. He smiled softly as he watched the two toms interact and let a purr emit from his throat before dipping his head as Raccoonheart introduced them all " I'm Owlflight " he rumbled before looking down at the cactus, figuring out a way to open it without tearing apart his maw.

(short post is short due to complications with Halfkat )

[BizarrePheonix]

Stifling a purr at her brother and Fallenstrike's conversation, Dewfall sighed. She liked having a lot of calm, happy cat's around her. It didn't frighten her as much.
Yes, she was still a skittish cat from when she was an apprentice, though she grew calmer as she got to know her clanmates more. But now the clans are travelling together she felt a little uncomfortable around them, and even more upset as cats gave her cautious and sorry glances because she dragged herself all the way with her brother at her side.
"You're the MarshClan deputy, correct?" She asked calmly to Owlflight.

[Iva]

Raccoonheart, Dewfall, an unknown warrior..The tom took a look at the scenario, trying to take it all in. He wasn’t given much right away.. Instead, ‘Coon smashed right into his side. This did little more than make him give a tail swish and be slightly thrown off balance, which he caught easily. Used to it, and all. This time, he wasn’t even irritable.. To relieved to see Racoonheart again. Introduction time..? No need.. Raccoon handled his introduction, and he knew who Dewfall was..But, this other tom? Marshclan. He could smell the scent already- not a bad one, exactly. Fallenstrike wasn’t the type to care, anyway..One of his better qualities, maybe? He judged a cat on the cat. Then again..They probably wouldn’t have been treated with much more friendliness, anyway.

Owlflight. Wasn’t he a deputy, at one point? Or was he still deputy..? He had barely heard of Marshclan since being a kit, with all the trouble with draught and snakes.. Well, until now, of course, because they were all together. Survivors. Hmph. Without another word, the thick warrior sat, massive white paws being tucked in close toward him. He sighed a little, internally..Poor Dew. Externally, however..He looked usual as ever. Maybe a little less hawkish and cranky..Simply because he deemed it unnecessary at the moment. The relief probably helped. What to say, what to do..? Nothing. He just sort of..Sat there. A bit close to Raccoon, really; sending a glance that both said ‘Oh yay I found you!’ and ‘oh damn what did I I don’t even’. Did he realize? Probably. Even if he didn’t, he raised one paw up to give it a lick..Probably because of the heat he had worked up running, but also very likely to take the attention away. No disaster.. Okay, yeah, there had been a giant disaster..But in his eyes? No disaster. Cool.

[Wargrace]

Owlflight, deputy of Marshclan. He made a mental note of these things as soon as he heard them, filing them away somewhere in his mind with some kind of mind-image of Owlflight. Owflight, deputy.. Owlstar. Would that be a name they'd all know some day? Perhaps. He felt, if by chance it was, the older cat would make a good leader. He felt.. genuinely good. Raccoonheart made no verbal note of this; just gave a happy purr, and friendly blink. Because.. well.. it was time to attack Fallenstrike! His attack wasn't very successful. Barely even offset the bigger warrior. Alas, strength was far, far from his strongpoint. Speed, agility.. they were good. Strength? Failure.

Fallenstrike sat, so he did too, and flopped to the side, probably against the other warrior. "You're not supposed to go running around a wasteland, Fally~ you'll die of heatstroke with all that fur, you know." But Fallenstrike had went running to find him! It meant so much! The lengthy warrior shifted a bit, looking over the other two for a moment perkily. "Dewfall~ do you need anything? You shouldn't be all the way out here, either. ..And neither should you, Owlflight. Not a place for any cat to be. Too hot, no water, and birds of prey." Says the one who liked to sneak out of camp as a kit! Memories! Like the time Tricklestar took him out of camp -- that had been so fun. Focusing on the current moment, he gave a swish of his too-fluffy tail, perking a bit. "What's that, Owlflight, if you don't mind me asking?" The plant the deputy had been carrying. He made a motion towards it with another tail-swish. It was a plant of some sort, obviously.. but why in the world would Owlflight be carrying something so precarious-looking?

[fatesexile]

Owlflight purred at the warm welcome of the younger warriors " It's nice to be welcomed into the 'younger' crowd, and yes sweet dewfall I am indeed the deputy of Marshclan." he purred. He gave a respectful dip of his head to fallenstrike before turning to Raccoonheart as the younger warrior went around saying how they didn't belong out here " Don't fret so much. Fretting causes wrinkles and old age! We are all together now so I don't think there is really anything to worry about with the birds of prey." he laughed before gingerly getting a claw past the needles and started cutting the top half of the cactus off and gingerly removing the needles with his teeth. He must've looked like a crazy old coot past his better days the way he was trying to get the useful plant open instead of the well seasoned warrior with years of knowledge. It didn't bother him though, these plants had used to grow in the barren terrain of when marshclan was Cragclan and when the summers were dryer then usual they would get these plants and open the top to get the water in it's center.

He had been able to carve a hole in the top by the time Racconheart asked about the plant and he glanced up before taking the top off and carefully putting it in front of dewfall. " Go on, drink, I promise it's safe. It's called a cactus, well a type of cactus. They used to grow in marshclan when we were known as cragclan and are a source of clean, fresh tasting water but are very difficult to open with the needles. We would use them when our summers were dryer then usual and is a great way of taking water to the injured once its empty and needles are removed." he nodded for the other two warriors to go ahead and try once the she cat way done and started grooming his fur the wrong way to let some heat escape his black pelt.

[BizarrePheonix]

Dewfall gave Owlflight a smiled and then began to lap at the cactus water. It tasted like plant, but overall it refreshed the golden warrior's mouth.
"Thank you, Owlflight." She meowed with a sigh of joy once she drank her fill.
She looked at Raccoonheart and Fallenstrike and smiled. It was good to be around cats of her clan. She didn't feel so different and unusual then.

[Iva]

Sitting, he made no more comments- ear flicking a bit as the long grey warrior sat beside him. Irritation had set in. How dare he bound off without even telling Fallen where he went? “I’m not a kit, and I’m not an Elder, and I’m more resilient then you think. If I felt heatstroke coming, I’m perfectly able to take care of myself.” Pissy. Rather, prissiness had set in.. Clearly, he didn’t enjoy being worried. By now, ‘Coon was probably use to his reaction to such things. Not that it wasn’t..Pretty clear, anyway. He gave a flick of his tail- irritation, but also a tap on Raccoon. A little swat, have you. ..Cactus?

Driving the irritation away as best as he could, he focus back on the situation. He just noticed the strange looking plant now, as Owlflight had cracked it open and was offering some to Dewfall. It appeared to have..Liquid in it? He would have to make a note of this..He had never been medicine cat material, but he this was good information to know. A plant with water in it.. Yes, a good thing, especially that the land had dried out so. It was almost good that some Marshclan cats were around.. More specifically, Cragclan. They would be knowledge about the dryness.. And there were very, very few left. Fallenstrike hadn’t even been born when Marshclan was Cragclan.. Unfortunate. Maybe he would’ve picked up something, too, from the cats.. Or not. He was from Reedclan, and he wasn’t a terribly adventurous kit.. Not the type to mingle, really.

Dewfall was drinking. Was she done yet..? It appeared so. Fallen watched this without much expression at all. All his feelings of sorryiness and sympathy for Dew..He kept them hidden. He wasn’t sure how she would take to them. In a way, she was almost his sister, too..They had played together as kits and apprentices. He had bothered with very, very few. Would she like his sympathy? He didn’t know. He despised how some had looked at his scars..What had happened, had happened. He was not sorry, and no one else should be either. Of course, that was less of a problem nowadays..He was much less adorable and innocent then he had been as a kit. Far less. Dew.. What was she thinking? His lack of sympthaty..It did not translate to lack of caring. He did care about her..He just tried to be more of a rock than otheres. A nice, stable rock, free of biased, in which she could go whatever direction she wanted. If anything, he was one of those. Water offered? He did not react, for now..His mind was on other things.

[Wargrace]

The grayscale cat gave a grinning expression to Owlflight -- brief, but amused. Yes, there wasn't need to worry, now. "It'd be a horror if something did happen to someone, now, after what's already happened -- best to travel in pairs, atleast. Until we're safely settled in new territories." Until. Not 'if'. Because he was confident. They would find a new home, and the clans would reform. There was no 'if'. Oooh, Fally! He was being a grump again. The energetic tom shifted a sidelong glance toward him, quiet a moment, but even more 'grinning'. "Yeah right, Fally'. What would you ever do without me, you big furball?" Swatted with the tail, he paid it no mind. He looked to the cactus, now, watching Owlflight slice through it hawkishly, green eyes locked on it, examining the process carefully. Claw between spikes, slicing through the plant.

Inside it.. liquid. He offered it to Dewfall first; to drink. She drank it; and then it was offered to Fallenstrike and himself. He gave a headshake. "No thanks, I'm fine." ..Fally, he seemed to have zoned out. So, he shifted a bit to bump the other warrior. "Fallenstrike, the nice Owlflight offered you some cactus-water." It was only polite of him to take a drink or reject the offer, then. Cactus had grown in Cragclan. Now.. or.. well, until recently, Marshclan. He shifted a bit, taking this information in. "Perhaps it would be a good idea.. to have a group of warriors go and collect these. You, or another once-Cragclanner, could teach them the technique for handling them and opening them. The clans.. the clan.. will need water while traveling. How long do you think they can be kept before they dry out..?" Focus on Owlflight, now; the tom had, more-or-less turned serious. Focused. Oh yes, he could be hyper, very hyper -- but he could be serious, too. Even when he was just a kit. Heh, the memory of arguing Shadowglimpse over if kits opinions were worth anything. Good times, good times!

Dewfall. He glanced towards the older she-cat and gave a perky purr. "How're you feeling, Dewfall~? Do you need anything?" Warm words, of course. She was a strong warrior; she'd recover. She'd be fine with time. But she did need help until she healed more -- and he was happy to help her! He'd focus on her for a moment, giving time for response before glancing to Owlflight again. Had he said anything yet?