camp SKIRMISH RETURN ╱ FIRST LIGHT´ˎ˗

Azaleapaw felt the all too familiar panic rising in her chest when the patrol returned. Her blood boiled at what happened, but it was cowed by the terror of Periwinklebreeze being missing from the patrol.

Where is he.

She couldn't lose him too. She can't. Those riverland dogs were going to pay with their lives.

Holding Cottonpaw hostage to tear into her clanmates.... She couldn't handle the raging tempest of emotions that toiled inside.

"Those..... Fox hearted......." Her voice quivered in anger. Her claws gripped the ground.

Whitepaw came rushing in with news... She had found Periwinklebreeze, alive but unconscious.

"Where- we have to bring him home!" She said frantically.

She needed to ask him who did it. Needed to know who was next on her hit list.

Now all they needed to do was find Silverthorn. If anyone died because of this skirmish....​
 


Rattleheart can't help but wince when more tiny pawsteps approach, and Luckykit appears to press lightly against his sister's side. Yet another one of his family members that didn't deserve to see such a gruesome display, not when he wasn't even a -paw yet. The tunneler can't help but want to provide comfort, his tail brushing lightly against Luckykit's side to try and remind the child that he wasn't alone. That he was surrounded by family, and that none of them intended on letting Riverclan or Shadowclan get away with their actions. His maw parts again, like he's going to try and usher the kits away from the scene - and hopefully towards wherever their mother was, so that his sister could soothe them in her own way. Instead, though, he's cut off before he can speak by the arrival of both Silverthorn and Whitepaw.

There's immediate relief from Silverthorn arriving - worse for wear, sure, but thankfully not dead - but Whitepaw's frantic words only further spiked Rattleheart's pelt with worry. Periwinkle was alive, which was good, but unconscious was worse. Unconscious could meant there was a chance it wouldn't be long until he wasn't alive. He glances between Whitepaw and Gravelsnap before echoing, "Where? Which tunnel? We should... get him back to camp. Then Vulturemask can take care of him properly." He didn't know much - or anything, really - about the work that medicine cats did, but he had to figure there was a reason why Vulturemask had an entire den in camp full of supplies. Surely Periwinkle would be better off there, instead of weakly curled up in some far off tunnel.

It's lucky that there's plenty of them around to make sure he gets back safe... as long as they can get to him in time.
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[ PENNED BY EO ]​
 
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