[Hellion]

Starlingcry

and i tired to hold these secrets inside of me
my mind's like a deadly disease

"Are you heading to ambush pond?" Asked a large grey colored tom that unforantetly remdined the black she-cat of her father, Ashtail was his name.

"Perhaps, why do you ask?" She replied, her tail flicking angerly behind her. She didn't see the point of why Ashtail was asking such a question. Just because he was the new deputy didn't mean he needed to talk to her as if she was some young apprentice. However, Starlingcry kept her mouth such about her opinions of his words and instead settled her cold blue eyes on him.

"NightClan cat risk anyone getting lost in the night," Ashtail told her, his tone curt and telling of his annoyance at her words.

"I'm sure I handle myself," She meowed before sidestepping the grey tom and walking past him. Ashtail decided against calling out to her and let the she-cat leave the camp without another word.

Once outside Starlingcry embraced the coolness of the night. The way the wind played with her long fur and the lack of birds singing. An eerie peace, something she loved. Tilting her head toward the wind she drank in the scents of the evening. Nothing fresh caught her attention so she ventured toward the ambush pond as Ashtail had asked earlier. It wasn't the wisest of choices and few did it in the dark, it was risky. Even in the daytime, a cat could easily die from the boggy ground below but Starlingcry wasn't phased. She liked the challenge.

Close the gap between herself and the ambush pond, she stopped a few tail-lengths short before taking a good leap onto a nearby branch. Taking a moment to steady herself before she ventured out to the edge of it. The scent of ducks was heavier in the air, making Starlingcry's heart race. The hunt was on! Moving carefully along the branches and various sturdy parts of the area, she waited to find something worth the risk.

Happening upon a nesting female, Starlingcry waited to time and leaped for it, but the ground where the dusk was nesting was softer then she expected. Instead of landing hard on the fowl she only managed to push the bird deeper into the pond before her wings started to beat frantically. One hit Starlingcry square in the jaw, startling the she-cat and forcing her to step back but she misjudged her paw-placement.

Instead of standing on something sturdy her paw sank and there was a sudden feeling of possible drowning. Letting out a yowl, Starlingcry cried for anyone to help. Her paws moving quickly to keep her from meeting a watery grave.

i'm meaner than my demons. i'm bigger than these bones.

@tagged | background image | control | table by phoenix

_{safe this arrogant she-cat.}

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NIGHTCLAN - WARRIOR 

ASHFANG

Why was Ashfang out so late at night? Because it's what Nightclan does, duh. Ashfang in particular loved the curtain of silence that night tossed over the valley once the sun disappeared. He found out when he was younger that his grey coat blended in perfectly with the monotones of the darkness, his thick coat easily blocking out the nippy chill.

At the moment, he was following a frog back to the marsh. He had found it near the ambush pond and decided to follow its hurried hop back home, because he was bored. The warrior had hunted plenty of prey during the day and however he spent his downtime was his own business.  

Ashfang teetered on the edge of the marsh, fully aware of how dangerous the sucking, sticky mud can be when the puddles and pools were hidden under the shadows. The grey tom watched the frog hop deeper into the marsh with a bored expression, planning to turn back and head home.

YOWL!

The warrior jumped, his fur bristling and he spat out loud in surprise. His burning orange eyes widened in a mix of fear and anger, darting about as they tried to determine where that yowl was coming from. Another yowl sounded out, coming from deeper within the marsh.

If it was a starclan damned ghost, he was going to strangle the medicine cats.

Jogging towards the sound, Ashfang picked up his pace as the yowls grew louder and more desperate; the voice becoming more and more familiar with each screech. Dread and fury seeped into his veins, if that was who he thought it was and she's hurt, god help the creature that got her because he was going to tear it to shreads. As Ashfang turned the corner, he froze in his tracks as he saw Starlingcry sinking in the mud. His mother was about to drown.. Fear and kit-like panic seized his limbs for a brief second before he snapped into action.

"Starlingcry! Hold on, I'll get you out!" Ashfang yowled, the thick-set tom throwing his head around as he searched for something to use. Ignoring the taste of mud, he sank his teeth deep into the bark of a thick stick. He dragged the stick over to Starlingcry, as close as he dared, disregarding the strong ache and sudden sharp pain that twinged in his neck.

He pushed the bottom of the stick to move the front end next to Starlingcry, keeping his claws dug deep into it so he can begin to haul once she grabbed a hold. "Grab it!" Ashfang yelled, his heartbeat pounding in his throat. He wouldn't let her die, he'd fight Starclan to keep her alive if he had to.

| *intense panic* EDIT: mother-son relationship | TAG | Hellion

MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0

[Fawn]

30 Moons. She-Cat. NightClan.

No I won't apologize for the fire in my eyes

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The sudden surprised yowl was impossible to ignore. Hollystorm had been scraping pineneedles over the body of a shrew when the sound first reached her ears. Starlingcry? Even without the mentor/apprentice obligation to see if she was alright, Hollystorm was racing through the dense, heavily fern populated undergrowth. They could say whatever they liked about her, accuse her of being a neglectful mentor - they were right, to an extent - but Hollystorm's loyalty to her Clan could not be so easily called into question.

Black coat fluffed against the crisp night breeze, lightly panting, Hollystorm found Starlingcry at the mercy of a sinkhole. Ashfang was valiantly trying to save her, a stick clenched in his jaws as he stepped as close to his mother as he dared. Mindful of her footing, Hollystorm hastened to Ashfang's side.

Now wasn't a time for greetings, so she didn't give one. Instead, she gripped the loose skin on Ashfang's right shoulder between her fangs, holding him steady so Starlingcry's weight combined with the sucking force of the muddy, murky sinkhole wouldn't pull both mother and son to their deaths. Hollystorm's claws unsheathed and bit into the earth like anchor points, her eyes narrowed against the potential spray of mud.

As soon as Ashfang started pulling, she would pull also.

A bit of pulled fur was a small price to pay for the safety of one's mother. Hollystorm had witnessed first hand how... lacking the mother-offspring relationship was between Starlingcry and her kits (a result of having such cold parents), but she did not doubt that there was real love between them when it came down to it. It wasn't Hollystorm's place to judge, anyway.

A Clanmate was drowning. That was all she needed to focus on.

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Let me show you my true colors
It ain't your rainbow

Word Count: 292 Words
Tags: Hellion @medusa