((@Demonic, you might wanna mention whether she's loner/rogue/kittypet C: ))
~Opalpaw~
The odd-eyed apprentice's maw parted, about to share with Tornear just what kind of mess she was in, but was interrupted a shrill yowl. It did not sound like a warrior's yowl, though, more like a sharp, high-pitched echo of one. Opalpaw followed the noise with her eyes, her ears smoothed back against her head. She saw little Rainkit with a bloodied front leg and was immediately on her paws before Tornear could bark an order at her. The lithe she-cat quickly slipped into the den, mud trailing after her white body. Her ear flicked as she listened to her mentor's orders, brows furrowed in concentration. First, she snatched up a mouthful of cobwebs, stretching the subtsance from it's place until it snapped off. Opalpaw dragged it out and dropped it by Tornear's paws, zipping away back into the den with fragments of the stuff still clinging to her maw.
She got to work mixing the herbs Tornear had laid out, oakleaf, marigold, chervil, and goldenrod chewed together to create a bitter, conflicting concoction. It made Opalpaw want to hiss and hack, but she held through and scooped the mixture onto a slab of willow bark after seeing that there weren't any beech leaves left. She carried it out to them and laid the wood down, sitting back to left Tornear to the rest. Opalpaw curled her tail around her paws, her expression worried. "Little bird should not have left the nest so early," She crooned softly, "Little bird fell and broke her wing."
((Opalpaw you're not supposed to metaphor))
*Oddstar*
The leader and her hunting group were not far from the camp when Rainkit rushed back, and so the thick-furred she-cat could with her sensitive ears that something was definitely not right. "Starclan's kits," She hissed under her breath. Oddstar bounded forward, following the scent of the two names the kit had cried. "Follow me! Our fellows warriors are in danger!" She growled to the patrol she had with her.
It wasn't long before they reached the grounds of the skirmish, and the questions rushing through Oddstar's head were answered. Rogues. She thought with disgust, her anger flaring even more at the condition of Rumblecloud and Amberflash. The leader spared no time sending the three warriors she had with her into battle, charging in herself when the four rogues were overwhelmed. Oddstar unsheathed her claws and slashed at the nearest rogue, who jumped away with a massive cut on their cheek. The battle didn't last more than a few more minutes, as the rogues stamina and morale waned, realizing that they were now the ones outnumbered. Oddstar left one rogue with a chink in their ear and another with a bite mark scaling their flank.
She yowled after them, "Return and we'll make one big pile of mousedust with you!" Oddstar blinked and breathed in, composing herself as she turned back to the warriors. "Rumblecloud, Amberflash, are you fit to walk? What happened?"
Foxtrap weaved his way silently through various furry bodies, making his way through the warrior's den without so much as a peep. The orange tom stopped upon seeing Liontuft and stepped onto the male, only with his two front paws on the warriors side. Most Valleyclan cats were rather small, and even Foxtrap, a tom in his prime was fairly light, so having one standing on top of you wouldn't be that bad. Still, to a sleeping warrior it probably wasn't a very pleasant feeling to wake up to.
"Liooontuuuuft," Foxtrap purred, flexing his claws over the tom's fur, grazing the skin just enough to be annoying but not enough to actually harm. "Around that time. To, y'know. Patrol stuff. Im supposed to be taking my apprentice along too. So. You should come with us, yeah? Liooontuuuft?"
