camp SYMPHONY IN PARALLEL // requesting help

RAGWORTPAW

RAGWORTPAW

【🦕】06/12/23
Spring Prompts [TC '23] Sunningrocks [TC '23]
Nov 14, 2022
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Which way was camp? Oh! This was so awful, the seconds fleeted so quickly from her and there was never a moment in her life where time had of the essence! Ragwortpaw cannot say whether her panic caused her to find camp quicker than she would’ve or if it had caused her to chase her tail in circles. Nonetheless she barges right through the gorse tunnel, she was home, but how much time had passed?

No longer did she care that she might get in trouble for sneaking out. Emberstar was relying on her! ”DOGS!” Ragwortpaw bellows, using all the strength in her vocal cords. Her fur was dripping with mud and her face was practically plastered with dirt from her desperate escape from the canines. ”Emberstar is being attacked by dogs at Snakerocks!”

//pls let an hp handle this and make any rescue threads from here. But anyone can post >:)​
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( primary character / "speech" / ic opinions )​



╰ ★ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· RAGWORTPAW, female — she / her
╰ ‣ named for her health & strength at birth .
╰ ‣ 5 moons . ages on the ??
╰ ‣ thunderclan apprentice . loner born . believes in starclan


╰ ★ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, oak and maple trees , status — 100%
╰ ‣ blue furred . long-hared . a very furry head, chest, and tail


╰ ★ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
· ESTJ-A ❝​
EXECTUTIVE ❞ , Hufflepuff, Lawful Good
╰ ‣ Kind-hearted . Honest . Loud .Justice-seeking . People-pleaser . Gullible . Empty-headed . Humorous
╰ ‣ Though she is all brawn and no brain, Ragwort tries her best and carries a bleeding heart to all whom surround her. She takes the role of "big sister" with her siblings and friends, never failing to have their backs, take care of them, and defend them when needed (sometimes even jumping the gun). While she doesn't offer the best emotional support (not due to a lack of trying) she gives the best hugs and is great at giving cats distractions with her shenanigans.
╰ ‣ finds minimal difficulty relating to others . wears a bleeding heart


╰ ★ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· GRIME x CINDERFROST, sister to toadpaw, prowlingpaw, hollypaw
╰ ‣ unknown sexuality.
╰ ‣ poor fighter . poor hunter .
╰ ‣ will start fights . unlikely to flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.​
 

Flycatcher was peacefully sharing tongues with a clanmate when the peace is shattered by Ragwortpaw's yell. For one so small, her voice carries across camp, strengthened by the fear of what she was yelling about.

Dogs. Emberstar was being attacked by dogs at Snakerocks.

The camp had already been on high alert after the hunting patrol had come across them a few days ago. Hearing that they are attacking Emberstar sets the lead warrior on edge. What if they seriously hurt Emberstar? What if they killed her? What if they grew bored of her and followed Ragwortpaw's scent back to camp? Almost instinctively, he looks towards the nursery, a prickle of fear running down his spine. His eyes scan the camp for the deputy, meeting her gaze intently. "Howling Wind, we must send cats to help," He urges softly, though he doubts the deputy needed instruction on that matter.​
 


Burnpaw has not forgotten the way the adults looked when the news of dogs was first brought about, the nervous murmurings and terrified looks. It sticks in his memory because seeing an adult scared, to a child, was the scariest thing in the world. So when Ragwortpaw, an omen of death, comes crashing into camp spouting off that Emberstar was being attacked by them, the hairs on his spine immediately raise. He looks for the nearest grown up with panicked yellow eyes but he holds his composure. He puts on a brave face. Forces the fur on his back to lie flat. "Let me at em! I’ll show those mean old dogs not to mess with Thunder Clan!" he proclaims to anyone who is listening, doing his best to keep the fear out of his voice.
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"LITTLE HELLIONS, KIDS FEELIN' REBELLIOUS"​
"I'll go to! I'm not afraid of any mangy mutt!" Wildpaw bared his teeth with determination as he pulled up alongside Burnpaw. He'd already taken on a fox before, what difference would that be in comparison to dogs? Their leader was in trouble, they had to go and save Emberstar! With hope he waited for Howling Wind's orders, mentally readying himself for what was yet to come. Though he then cast his sights towards Ragwortpaw. "How many dogs were there? How big? We need answers!"

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all heads collectively snap towards the gorse tunnel where they are met with muddied ragwortpaw who's panicked voice reverberates throughout the hollow about emberstar fighting off dogs at snakerocks.
a clowder of felines are on their feet immediately, mummers of alarm rippling through as focus gets tossed between the apprentice and deputy.

meanwhile the pearly toned fur along the nape of his neck bristles in unease at this news, fawncloud would've expected the dogs to have left by now since snakerocks offered little to nothing to them during leaf-bare but that turned out to be foolish thinking. the older man threads himself between a few clanmates to get closer to the front, gaze immediately fluttering to howling wind who everyone was looking towards for intstructions. "if we got a rescue mission on our paws i'd like to go too." they had to get to snakerocks fast, who knows if their flame-point leader had managed to get somewhere safe or not.
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[ LIFE HAPPENS WHEREVER YOU ARE. ]​
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Chirpy's call was a panicked one- the sort of cry that brought his head poking immediately out from the entrance of the medicine cat's den. A moment would not be wasted before he was among the warriors, settling green eyes widened oh-so-slightly upon the panicked apprentice. Rank was taken beside the battle-ready members of the Clan as if he was one of them, for in his mind he was no different. Just because StarClan had set him on a path of healing did not mean he had to sheathe his claws for good. Besides- he had always seen his duty as one of offering aid. More often than not that entailed the staunching of blood, but for once- in this case, could it not also serve as the act of shedding it?

To attention he stood, tail flicking behind him. A small lash, a seldom-seen show of ferocity from the stoic tortoiseshell. No other part of his demeanour changed, face as stony and stance as level as ever. Should a party be assembled, he would be a part of it. To abandon his capability in battle forever would be foolish, and Mama hopefully knew that as well as he did.​
[ PENNED BY PIN ]​
 
Little Wolf's silly little apprentice bursts into camp, her blue-gray fur fluffed up around her rotund little body and the fur in her eyes swaying. "Emberstar is being attacked by dogs at Snakerocks!"

Dogs. Raccoonstripe is on his paws instantly, shouldering his way to peer at the young apprentice. Chatter and panic erupt around him. Flycatcher tries to take control, looking to Howling Wind. The tabby nods and looks to his mother, silent, but rage and adrenaline blaze in almost-obsidian eyes. "Wildpaw's right -- Ragwortpaw, how many were there? Did you see more than one?" He assumes so -- the girl had used the plural. But he kneads the earth, impatient, ready to go at a moment's notice.​

[ PENNED BY MARQUETTE ]​
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War weighin' on my heart but I can't fall
As the apprentice bursts into camp chanting the ominous word dog, Silver immediately turns his attention in the direction of Ragwortpaw. Long limbs fall into action as he quickly makes his way over to where the crowd grew. His ears twist and turn, picking up everyone's concerns and questions as he stopped beside Raccoonstripe. "I would not be surprised, it very well may be the same two we spotted before." He chimes in while thinking back to the stack of bones and lumbering shadows. "Like many others have voiced, I too would like to come. I've never fought a dog but I have experience with coyotes. Surely they cannot be too different." He just hoped they could make it to Emberstar in time.​
Seekin' shelter from the storm on this blank road​
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Howling Wind whirls around at the shout, her fur standing on end. Dogs. The dogs at Snakerocks were attacking. No one should be out alone! No one should be at Snakerocks! She thinks wildly, beginning to panic. Their leader was taking on dogs by herself and her clanmates waste no time in offering their services. The tabby canters to the center of camp, already raking a wide, decisive gaze across her clanmates. "I need a patrol, now." And the ThunderClanners don't let her down. They pipe up, offering their claws to her, and she accepts them with a grim nod. "All of you, with me. Berryheart, Emberstar will need you. You go straight to her, you understand?" She doesn't wait for confirmation, but instead turns to the other warriors who have not been placed on the rescue mission. "Protect camp! We don't know how many dogs are out there, and we need to protect our queens and kits. We'll be back." With that, and a lash of her tail, she heads off with her warriors and their apprentices.​
 

The words that come out of the child's mouth shake Finchcatcher to his core.

Dogs. Emberstar. Attacked.

His friend, his friend. What was she doing, out on her own, with only this child - hardly an apprentice for a moon - to send back for help? He rises to his paws, rushes over to the scene before him. The fire-furred tom does not care for this chit-chat, this questioning of how many dogs there are, how big they are, so on, so forth. No, he only cares about one thing: the safety of his friend.

"I'm going too," he tells Howling Wind, panic thick in his voice. He doesn't care. Doesn't care whether she demands he stays back, doesn't care whether she tells him to protect camp. Finchcatcher is going with, the flame-furred tom racing behind the deputy.

The ThunderClan leader has come to his aid plenty of times, it was time he come to her aid for once.
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Ragwortpaw is overwhelmed by the questions, how many were there? How big? The usually hard to startle she-cat feels herself sinking more into her large paws, the image of Emberstar getting clamped by powerful jaws playing over and over again in her brain.

”I- Two?” She meows quietly, feeling bits of mud continue to slide from her pelt. She does not even realize how filthy she is- not that she was one who held her appearance to high standards, but still, she was caked! The blue she-cats main concern was Emberstar, and without much more words to her a patrol to aid their beloved leader is sent on their way.

Ragwortpaw watches after them, praying to gods she only hope actually existed. StarClan please, light their paths. She mimics the prayer she’s heard so many times over again since joining the clan. Ragwortpaw hope they hear her. ​
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( primary character / "speech" / ic opinions )​



╰ ★ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· RAGWORTPAW, female — she / her
╰ ‣ named for her health & strength at birth .
╰ ‣ 5 moons . ages on the ??
╰ ‣ thunderclan apprentice . loner born . believes in starclan


╰ ★ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, oak and maple trees , status — 100%
╰ ‣ blue furred . long-hared . a very furry head, chest, and tail


╰ ★ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
· ESTJ-A ❝​
EXECTUTIVE ❞ , Hufflepuff, Lawful Good
╰ ‣ Kind-hearted . Honest . Loud .Justice-seeking . People-pleaser . Gullible . Empty-headed . Humorous
╰ ‣ Though she is all brawn and no brain, Ragwort tries her best and carries a bleeding heart to all whom surround her. She takes the role of "big sister" with her siblings and friends, never failing to have their backs, take care of them, and defend them when needed (sometimes even jumping the gun). While she doesn't offer the best emotional support (not due to a lack of trying) she gives the best hugs and is great at giving cats distractions with her shenanigans.
╰ ‣ finds minimal difficulty relating to others . wears a bleeding heart


╰ ★ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· GRIME x CINDERFROST, sister to toadpaw, prowlingpaw, hollypaw
╰ ‣ unknown sexuality.
╰ ‣ poor fighter . poor hunter .
╰ ‣ will start fights . unlikely to flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.​
 

☀ - WHILST MY HEART STILL BEATS
Dogs... dogs were on their territory? The horrific realisation gripped him as he made his way forward. However, he made no move to offer up his aid in the rescue of Emberstar. There wasn't a point, it wasn't like he was in any fit state to fight or to run if tasked with leading the hounds away. One day he would be able to give his aid again to such matters, but right now he would be better suited remaining in the camp.

Weaving past the others he then locked his sights on Ragwortpaw with a feeling of relief that she had made it back safely, but also of concern given what she had possibly witnessed. The patrol would handle things from there, now he could focus on taking care of the young clanmate. "We should get you cleaned up." It doesn't know what else to say in that moment, mainly because he feels as though any words of comfort would be lies. And he didn't want to lie to her on this occasion. 'Emberstar, please, make it home.'
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