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Legends of Pyrrhia | Wings of Fire

Some of the nerves subsided at Dreamseeker's smile, but she still kept one eye trained to the trees. Her eyes widened and she looked between Skua and Eclipse at this new information. "I...I had no idea, I'm so sorry." She ducked her head and shuffled her feet across the dirt, leaving shallow grooves behind. Someone, whoever had come and had spoken with them, used their venom to kill a queen. What did that mean for them? She hadn't been a part of the deal, she only heard about it after the fact, right when Jaguar had been exiled, but to think they were basically responsible made her feel sick. If the assassins didn't come for them; would the SkyWings kill them instead? Her scales had turned a pale, sickly green.

Eclipse looked uncomfortable, but he gave a quick nod of acceptance to her apology, "Thanks, we just want to find out who's responsible. We don't blame the RainWings. At least not as much as the one who actually killed her."

"I really don't know anything about it, I wasn't there when it happened. I was just told afterwards that we weren't supposed to talk about it." She looked towards Jaguar, "You were there, right Jaguar? You're better at fighting so maybe they wouldn't come after you. Or maybe if we left the rainforest to talk about it." She was grasping but she didn't really see an easy way out of this.

Warriors: Trial of Shadows

"I don't like any of this." Squirrelpaw meowed softly as she followed behind Ashenpaw to the freshkill pile and picked up a mouse. "There has to be a better way to sort all of this out than fighting. I mean, I'm just as upset as everyone about what happened to Russetfern, but this doesn't seem right."

Finchwing stepped up behind the two apprentices as Squirrelpaw spoke, "We'll just have to play it by ear right now. With luck Silverstar will see the ridiculousness of all of this. It's Emberstar I'm more worried about. He's always been arrogant and impulsive, but never one to put his clan to unnecessary harm, so there's a chance he won't agree either." She sighed, "I would recommend keeping quiet while we're at MistClan's camp though," she looked imploringly at Ashenpaw, "Now let's hurry up."

The sound of Greenpool's voice pulled Wolfheart out of his thoughts and he looked away from the sky towards the brown and white she-cat. "We need to have enough cats to deter anyone that might be watching for weakness, but we don't want Silverstar to see a war band approaching her territory. The killers should be much less inclined to attack a group of five even if two are apprentices." Long claws sunk into the ground from where they were hidden under his tail, "They're nearly old enough to be warriors anyway, and they'll be quicker to make it back to camp if something should happen." He would not lose anyone else to these murderers. The clan has already been through too much and his patience was running thin for answers, and justice.

He looked past Greenpool to Finchwing approaching with the two apprentices and stood up, "Lets be on our way then. We still need time to make it back and send a patrol to ThornClan." With that he pushed past the entrance and into the forest.

The Wayfarer's Guild

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The Wayfarer's Guild

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The radiant light released from his hand the second that these eyeless creatures got within range of him, incinerating several of the small ones as they shambled forward. More simply flooded forward to take their place and he took a step back, away from the encroaching blight, but kept close enough that he could keep eyes on the rest of his team. "Make sure to call out if you need help. I can only watch so many things at once." The writhing of the trees themselves was bad enough, but these things sent waves of wrongness through his entire body from horn to tail. Hopefully Logrim made it past all of this to join with the adept team. They needed that blight-lord destroyed as quickly as possible.

As he launched another spell at the creatures, sending several of the humanoid shaped figures scattering back with hisses of burning wood, he fully registered the shaking of the ground beneath his feet. He bared his teeth in frustration, if this tide just kept coming they'd be overwhelmed before too long, but their job was just to stop them from getting any further than they already were. Though, if the mass of small ones wasn't bad enough now they had to deal with a giant one too. Fantastic. The tree towered above any of them and he winced with each massive step it took closer to them. At least it was slow, that'd be the best advantage against it.

The four of them should be able to hold the blight off, but it'd probably be up to their front liners to take out the big guy. The movement of the boulder caught his eye at that moment, and then knocked Khol clean to the ground. He brought up an arm to keep the shattered bits of stone from landing in his eyes and he felt several larger shards pockmark his armor. Shit, make that three of them. If this thing could take out the biggest member of their party in a single blow they may be way out of their league here.

With a sweep of his staff he sent a wave of radiant fire over Koth's head into the thick center masses of these creatures, hopefully keeping them at bay long enough that he could at least stabilize their giant companion. "Cover me!" he called out towards the other two, quickly rushing over to Khol and dropping to a knee. He kept one eye trained on the blight as his hands glowed with a gentle silver-white light; it'd keep him alive but unfortunately out of the fight. It would take him a moment to make sure Khol was stable and out of harms way, hopefully the others could keep up.

The Wayfarer's Guild

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The further they got from the city the more uneasy Hawks began to feel. He listened intently to the story that their dwarven ally was telling them. A cleric huh. He wondered if his abilities came from something similar to his or something else. "My abilities are somewhat the same, more spiritual in nature." His voice was still quiet, but at least loud enough his boisterous companion could hear. He'd have to talk more in depth with Koth when they got a free moment. At this point they were beginning to delve into the blight and his clawed hands tightened around his staff. They'd need to be cautious of they were to make it out in one piece.

He followed Logrim in silence after Koth finished his tale, carefully taking in each and every detail of the dangerous things in the forest as their handler pointed them out, filing them away for later use. Each time they paused he pulled his journal free and made quick sketches and notes of the things Logrim told them about. He had a fair amount of practice walking and drawing. It also proved to sooth his somewhat fraying nerves the deeper they delved into the blight.

As they drew to a complete stop, and Logrim left them, he could hear both dead silence and yet see an eerie sort of motion coming from the trees. It was unnerving to say the least and not something he'd ever experienced even living on the edges of The Cliff which was positioned closer to the forested outskirts of the city.

He nodded in agreement with Koth, whatever was coming made his stomach turn in an unpleasant way. Tati'yana scrambled into a tree nearby, but thankfully still close enough to them that when he waved a hand and muttered a quick request for protection to his angelic companion they were all covered in a faint shimmer of white-gold light.

He tossed his staff into one hand and, with another gesture, formed a small, burning mote of spiritual energy in the other. Gold eyes narrowed, and he waited.

Legends of Pyrrhia | Wings of Fire

Thank goodness, no one was going to fight. Skua still had his claws on Handsome and Dreamseeker moved closer to the other two as if she was still preparing for one. She was a healer, not a fighter, and all she wanted to do was rush over to Handsome and make sure he was alright. She could see his scales shifting stark white with fear. Her own were still a little pale, but not nearly as bad. Then again she wasn't pinned under the claws of a giant IceWing. She shuddered a bit, imagining the claws around her own throat.

She looked towards Jaguar as the other RainWing approached and gave a weak smile of relief. She didn't want to see her friend hurt any more than Handsome. She felt terrible for him, as panicked as he was there was no way they were going to get anything out of him.

The smile dropped at Dreamseeker's question. "Um." She glanced wildly between Handsome and Jaguar her scales prickling with nerves. She looked up into the trees and around the oasis. No one should be able to hear them over the sounds of the water splashing into the pool. "I think so," she muttered. "I don't know who or why though." She looked up at the NightWing, "Does that have something to do with why you're here?"

Warriors: Trial of Shadows

"Of course, Jaystar. We'll return quickly with their decision." He dipped his head to his leader before he glanced around at the assembled cats. Many of them were helping to prepare Russetfern and he didn't want to pull them away from that. They had the right to be with their clanmate as he journeyed to join StarClan. If they were still watching anyway.

His eyes landed on the trio of apprentices, "Finchwing and Ashenpaw, you're coming with me." Maybe allowing them to see the grief and beliefs of the other clans would make them understand why they had to do this. Might teach Ashenpaw a bit more respect as well, visiting the other clans. He looked around to see who else was mostly unoccupied. He didn't want to bring too many along lest Silverstar saw it as a threat, but he wanted enough for them to be safe in the event of an attack. "Greenpool and Squirrelpaw, you as well." The apprentices would be seen as less of a threat, but would be quick enough to run back to camp for help if need be.

He nodded to himself, that should do well enough. "Grab something to eat quickly and then we leave." He padded over to wait by the entrance to camp as they did as he asked. He sat down and curled his tail around large paws, watching the sun begin to fully crest over the horizon and rise above the trees. A sunrise that Russetfern, and many others, would never get to see again thanks to these murders. He could feel the grief beginning to creep into his mind once again and shoved it violently down. There wasn't time to mourn, not yet, so he let the grief fuel the burning fire of rage he could feel. At least one of the other clans had to see how wrong this all was.

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The Rise of WillowClan

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The snow was cold under Stormheart's paws and the faint but cold breeze didn't help matters. He followed along behind Fernstar and Blackpelt as they conversed about Starclan and some cats that he definitely did not recognize the names of. He hadn't been around long, so he supposed it made sense, but he still felt a bit anxious being so out of the loop. It would be easy enough to ask her and Blackpelt when they returned, and when they found Maplestream safe and sound. That was where his main focus was right now, on finding his clanmate and making sure that nothing back had happened that would've stopped her from coming back to camp.

He snapped out of his thoughts as Fernstar's tail flicked in his direction. He listened intently to what she had to say and gave a firm nod, one that looked more confident than he felt, as she finished explaining what they were to do. "We'll be careful. Make sure you and Blackpelt stay safe as well."

As Fernstar bounded off to catch up with Blackpelt he began the trudge through the snow in the direction that she had suggested. He kept his jaws slightly parted hoping to catch some scent of Maplestream that wasn't too old that they could follow. "What do you think could've happened to her?" he directed the question at Sunfur, "You've known her for much longer than I have."

Warriors: Trial of Shadows

A low growl pulled itself from Wolfheart's chest as the arguing continued amongst his clanmates. They would need everyone on their side if they were to win against DuskClan in a fight, and even more so if Silverstar declined to join them. They needed to be united in this or even more lives would be lost. There needed to be no hesitation if he was going to protect his clanmates and make sure that something like what happened to Russetfern didn't happen again.

Both Badgerthorn and Jaystar made their points, both of which were viable. His eyes flicked across his clanmates, looking for hesitance or reluctance to take the fight to Duskclan. His eyes landed on their medicine cat who looked mostly resigned to it all, but all she needed to do was make sure that they were in fighting shape. Like Tigershine said, they had no say in war. However, many of the others including Addertongue and Cinderfang had a fire burning in their eyes. That was what they needed.

His head turned with the others at Ashenpaw's outburst and his eyes narrowed. "Don't question your leader Ashenpaw. He's doing what will keep us all safe in the future."

Finchwing's ears flattened to her head as she pushed through the crowd of cats to where Ashenpaw stood with the other apprentices. "Keep quiet! This doesn't concern you." She snapped towards her apprentice. Her eyes flicked towards Jaystar as he looked away, and her voice quieted after, "I don't like this any more than you do, but if Jaystar decides we fight then we must fulfill our duty to our clan. There are others who don't see the need for senseless violence, but there is too much hate right now for many of them to see clearly."

"Should I prepare regular patrols for the morning or do you wish to send one to MistClan?" Wolfheart directed the question towards Jaystar as Pale-eye, along with a few other warriors, lifted and carried Russetfern's body from the camp for a proper burial.