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[hazecloud]

tw// for descriptions of a facial injury and blood. tdlr; haze got attacked by an eagle that tried to pick her up and struggled, causing gashes from the talons on the left side of her face. it did successfully pick her up but dropped her a few feet away

Another cold day greeted her with a burning chill at her nose. The sun was hidden by a blanket of cloud overhead, leaving only dull pale light to lead her across the equally gray-toned paths. "I suppose today is the day I hunt a mouse." She quietly mused to herself as she began to part from the group with a few others. Hazecloud hadn't been very useful in any instance where the only option of prey had wings or fur. She got by being productive by collecting fresh moss for nests in their temporary camps, cleaning up the dried leaves from favorable spots of sunshine. Filling time with talking to some of the other cats about nothing, the journey, their families.

It was all empty chatter anyway. Nothing of substance from her as usual, fronting as the socialite molly as she did at home. Hazecloud had never confronted the idea that perhaps her habits of maintaining this front, this facade to protect herself was what she truly became now. After all, taking all of what she considered 'fake' away... what else was there? She was a pretty face that reaped the rewards of adoration for being just that, all expectations of her centered around being approachable and dutifully following commands. A silky figure that found more comfort in conversations with elders and queens so they found her likable just for listening.

But she loved her Clan, she loved the cats that called her a 'good friend' and enjoyed her company as she did theirs. She only wished it didn't feel as though she were fabricating an image that wasn't there. Could she be anything more than this?

In a frustrated shake of her head the molly turned to catch any scents still lingering. At best if she didn't succeed catching something, maybe she could chase it into someone else's paws. There is something faint that's note quite hare or mouse... something in between? Her eyes spot tiny little tracks in the dirt. Wide paw's like a mouse but no tail dragging behind it. Maybe it was a tailless mouse? She followed the tracks in a low crouch to the ground, ears down as she looked ahead to see if she could spot where it had turned or dug into. After a few minutes of pacing the trail the scent had gotten noticeably stronger, and about a fox-lengths away sat a round little mammal. Definitely mouse-like in appearance aside from it's size.

Hazecloud swiped her tongue over her muzzle in anticipation for the meal, squaring her hind legs to pounce when a shadow cast over them. The creature darted off into the world's smallest hole in the wall and Hazecloud stood up in a defiant groan. "Scared off by a cloud? She huffed as she swung around, not prepared to return empty-pawed when she noticed the shadow ahead growing large. Hazecloud narrowed her eyes and looked overhead, her maw dropped to let out a fearful scream.

Heavy wings descended with a quickness and a sharp pain struck her face, talons digging into her muzzle to grasp her away. Hazecloud shook and fought with aimless swipes and rakes at the air, an ear-piercing shriek from the bird sending her blood to ice. Clawed feet maneuver to latch around one of her flailing legs and the other at her hindquarters. Suddenly the ground gave way from beneath her and her eyes open to see she'd being lifted into the air.

"No-no, help!!" Hazecloud writhed against the eagle's grasp relentlessly. She wouldn't be this winged beasts meal, not today, not ever! Her stinging maw parted and she sank her teeth into its ankle. Another piercing scream roared and its hold had released her, sending her back down to fall through dry, bristly shrubs. Hazecloud landed with a heavy hmph, her pads stinging from the impact on her paws. It was nothing compared to the eruption of pain across her jaw, and hesitantly she pressed a pad to it, trying to assess the damage herself.

"Is-is Magpiepaw around? I think..." Is this going to scar? What if I... She refused to finish her thought as she continued to hold her paw against her face, shielding away the sight of the damage. ​

 

[FERNGILL]

It was too early to hear that flurry of a sound again- that loud swooping and the yowl that followed. He'd never been a particularly fearful tom, but... his mind couldn't help but wander to how easy he'd be for one of those creatures to pick up. Small, light and not strong- if one of those powerful talons gripped him, he was not sure he'd ever make it home. It was lucky, then, that these birds seemed to only pick at those who could fight them off.

The second he heard Hazecloud's shout, he bolted toward her- caught the impact of her hitting the ground, and scrabbled backward slightly as he was the bird sailing into the distance. Frozen for a few moments, he let compassion thaw his limbs and scrambled over to her, panic clear in his eyes. "Stars! Hazecloud, you-" Are you alright, he was going to ask, but the blood beading on her face gave the answer away- as well as her request for Magpiepaw. He flocked to her side, attempting to ferry her out of the open air. There was definitely a non-zero chance that bird was going to loop back around.

Glancing behind him to see how far away the eagle was- and deducing it was probably out of earshot- Fernpaw shouted."Magpiepaw!" Oh, was the black-and-white tom going to get sick of him always calling out? He hoped that Magpiepaw wouldn't tire of his duty... maybe that was why Fernpaw wasn't a medicine cat. The whole thing would be pretty overwhelming, wouldn't it?

To Hazecloud he looked again. "Shelter, quick, quick!" he urged her, suddenly a bit breathless.

\ called for @Magpiepaw !​

✦ penned by pin ✦​

 

[batwing]

.i'll be your calm, —————————

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Birds of prey were dangerous. So dangerous, in fact, they were known to steal kits and eat them without their parents ever knowing. So dangerous, that some warriors had asked him if the scars across his eyes were from the talons of those great beasts, thinking perhaps that the 'specific bird' that 'did it to him' had a taste for eyes. That was a grueling memory, so soon after he had lost his family.

Batwing didn't regret the fight that ensued after those warrior's 'teasing'.

The scream that split the air was from a cat he had come to speak to personally now and again. His ears twitched and rotated, finding the other cat in the group that had noticed first. Fernpaw, he thought the apprentice's name was. Batwing's vision shifted towards that of the rattled bushes, finding the owner of the shout's voice rattled and bleeding. A breath inhaled, and Batwing was off, racing across the icy ground towards Hazecloud. Fernpaw had beat him by marginal seconds, and instead of looking for Magpiepaw, his vision directed towards the eagle.

The thunderclanner's lips drew back, snarl announced and directed at the predatory bird who was likely out of earshot. He's looked down the muzzle of a boar and challenged it- a bird of prey like this would be no different. "Get her back to the group! They won't hunt clusters." Batwing stated to Fernpaw, keeping his eyes on the eagle that circled overhead now. He wouldn't leave them defenseless, of course. His claws flexed against the snow, itching to get a few marks back into the bird itself.

"speech"​

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[nightbird]

large birds were not a constant threat to thunderclanners, of course there was an owl every now and then but they seemed to prefer kittens over warriors. situated in a highly watchful camp, they rarely had their wants granted. the skies were proving to be less safe here, they were easy targets against a snowy background.

hazecloud was intent on not going down without a struggle, lashing as the eagle carried her up and twisting to force it to let go. a strong effort, one that proved fruitful today as the eagle abandoned its hunt. chaos ensued after, the molly searching for magpiepaw and one of her flame-pelted clanmates rushing to assist. nightbird wasn't needed here, even if she was did she have any desire to help?

but, as luck would have it, a snarl forced her head to swing. batwing stood a challenge to the bird and the molly groaned her distaste. if she could count on anyone here to fling themselves at an early grave, he was on the top of the list. the threat was circling high now, sitting waiting for it to return on the ground was so unbelievably mousebrained she could already feel her brain rioting as she tried to justify it. this was no place for heroic bravado.

"you too, batwing." her gaze narrowed onto the shadowy warrior, tail flicking behind her as she moved out of the cover, into the open skies. "i don't have to explain how foolish seeking a fight with an eagle is. lets go."

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• NIGHTBIRD ✩ she/her, lead warrior of thunderclan, twenty-six moons
  ⭃ nightbird is a small black smoke molly with pale silver eyes. a loner turned thunderclanner, her loyalty and drive to provide for her clan is unwavering. however, she is not known for harboring a bleeding heart, instead equipped with sarcastically fueled wit, brutal honesty, and a sharply edged tongue.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[iciclefang]

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XXXXX “Hazecloud!” She’s hot on her brother’s heels, her eyes stretched wide and her face frozen in a snarl. The bird had flown out of her reach, leaving Hazecloud trembling and bleeding on the rocky terrain. She slips past the two dark ThunderClan warriors, going to her Clanmate and offering her flank for support. “Magpiepaw is coming,” she says, studying the blood welling between the soft-furred warrior’s paws. “Batwing is right. We need to stay together and warn the others.”

XXXXXStars, there’s a lot of blood seeping from Hazecloud’s pretty face, and she can’t even see the extent of the damage. It’s as though Hazecloud is trying to hide it not only from her patrolmates, but from herself. Iciclefang’s eyes flick to Fernpaw worriedly. What if it had been him?

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[hazecloud]

Her head is absolutely buzzing and she can't tell if it's from the feathered beasts screeches in her ears, the impact of her paws against the cold ground, the rush of fear and despair form the attack or a mix of all three and even more. Fernpaw is the first to meet her from the confrontation, unable to finish his thought as his sights met hers. She winced, shaking her head- no. That's not a good sign, that means this is worse, doesn't it? One after another, her ordeal had gathered the attention of far too many cats she felt comfortable seeing her this way.

If it weren't for snapping urgency and Iciclefang's shouldering support she would have thought her other three paws had made roots to the ground. She stumbled, paws still shaky from the adrenaline, but did her best to balance herself as they led her to safety. Hopefully with the number of cats around her now the preying bird wouldn't swoop to take the rest of her face with it.

"I-is it bad?" A useless question as she was still too afraid to pull her paw away and reveal the extent of her injury. "I've never felt claws so sharp before. They felt-felt like ice struck right into me."
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[Magpiepaw]

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He didn't mind his name being called so often, he was happy to contribute in the only way he could as he lacked the ability to do much else to help. Magpiepaw couldn't hunt very well, couldn't fight except the most basic of defense and he didn't think he was very fun company in general; but when it came to wounds he was more than capable. So far the cats on the journey had been hurt in ways he knew how to manage, how to help and it filled him with purpose to tend to them. As tiring as it was, it was also warming in a way that he didn't get with ShadowClan who often snorted or dismissed him outright. Here, with these 'strangers', he felt he mattered. He felt like he belonged.
"Was that a bird?" He asked first upon ambling along, head low and body partially crouched because he had never seen one so big before - he'd heard of the owls and hawks in their territory of course but he'd never witnessed one before and he didn't think they got to this size. This had to be bigger somehow.
"...that could carry a cat off..." His voice trembles with both unease and admiration, to have wings powerful enough to lift a cat. One day...
Shaking his head Magpiepaw moved to focus back on Hazecloud, her question answered with a smile, "If you feel alright enough to speak it shouldn't be too bad..." Deeper wounds, ones with more blood loss, sent a cat into a state of shock, "Move your paw please..." He pressed in against Iciclefang to get closer, crooked tail swinging. The second the RiverClanner did as he asked he would shove a wad of cobweb up to keep it from bleeding too much as he examined.

————— ⸸ looks like the stars won't shine much longer ———— ⸸ so give me your hand

• OOC;
  -slides you five dollars- Ignore that this is 100 years late
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  Magpiepaw
  —⊰⋅ MCA of ShadowClan
  —⊰⋅ He/They
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  —⊰⋅ Black tom w/a white throat and blue-violet eyes.
  —⊰⋅ penned by Rai
  

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