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Don’t compromise yourself - you’re all you have.

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Stepping onto twoleg land wasn't a necessarily foreign concept to Robinpaw, she had come this way for catnip many a time before, but to live here... that would be a different thing entirely. Lucky no many had been injured in the scuffle. But that didn't mean some would come back with injuries. So she still prepped with whatever herbs that they were able to take, comfrey... poppy... kit's ear... and more, thankfully Robinpaw had the time to at least prep the things they would need. 

With a soft sigh, she followed in behind Tigerrush. It wasn't as big and homey as ThunderClan's camp, but they had no choice, so this would do. Her eyes clouded as she looked around the new placement camp, there were hardly even dens, where would they keep the herbs? Where will the sick and injured rest. A low rumbling threatened to push its way out of her throat, but she held the growl down. The whole clan knew what an annoyance SkyClan was, she didn't need to say it aloud.

"When the rest of our Clanmates get back." She stated to the sentries, "Send them in to me and Tigerrush." She added before meeting with Tigerrush in the makeshift camp.

Even a flame that burns softly can still bring warmth through the darkest nights.

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Moosestar's body had begun to drag, and Orchidflame's limbs began to ache under the weight of the former leader, but she trudged forward in tandem with Wildcry. She didn't really look at Wildcry, or Gingerthrash's corpse, or at anyone in particular except searching for two cats, more so, who these cats were carrying. "Coyotebloom, Spidertongue, when Bravesong finds a safe space, you can transport Weaselkit and Skunkkit to him." She meowed in a tone that matched near identical to a whisper.

She glanced at the chocolate tom in her jaws and let out a sigh, placing him in the center of the makeshift camp, just as tradition declared. The clan needed to share tongues with their dead. And now that they had a camp, a safe space to keep what was remaining of ThunderClan, traditions like this needed to be followed.

Orchidflame began, giving Moosestar a soft press of her nose and letting out a sigh into his fur. "May StarClan light your path, Moosestar." She whispered into an ear that would no longer hear her. Then she looked to the sky, fading light displayed for all to see, she sighed. "...and ours."

If a flower can flourish in the desert, you can flourish anywhere.

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Giving Bravesong a shoulder to lean on was easy enough while carrying the little ginger tom-kit. At Orchidflame's request, she gave a slight dip of her head, as to not disturb the kit dangling absently in her jaws. She hoped to StarClan that the journey wasn't too harsh for them.

The it came to her mind that this would have been their first time seeing what the territory would look like... they should be seeing the territory when they were apprentices, not being forced into it at such a young age. Great StarClan... Coyotebloom swallowed a growl and a curse to SkyClan that would have come with it. 

And upon Orchidflame's request, she waited for Bravesong to find a spot addequate enough to keep the kittens at least safer than anything else in this makeshift camp. Then she would offer Weaselkit back to him. Of course.

But then, she heard a barrage of pawsteps...

Even the smallest pebble can make ripples that change the course of the stream.

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A shoulder wound should have made Greypebbles slow, but he got there well near when Rimepaw and Finchpaw had, and the two were supposed to be leading him as well as the ThunderClanner's that had fought at the stream clearing. 

A new red line just beneath his eye throbbed slightly in pain as he glanced around what remained of ShadowClan. He searched and searched for specific cats that he knew more than anyone, but where were they? "Leopardrose? Smallbird?" He murmured, almost inaudible but shook his head. He turned to Robinpaw and Tigerrush first. "Help Oaktall first. He was swarmed by RiverClan warriors." He meowed, ears pinning back looking behind him to see where exactly Oaktall was standing if he needed any help making it to the faux camp.

Then, they grey spotted tom's eyes landed on another body, his short tail tucking as he recognized the shape of Gingerthrash hanging lifelessly over Wildcry's shoulders, he wanted to go up and share his condolences, but she never thought much of him, so he decided to not start more arguments today.

Frost-kissed fur hides a fiery spirit
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Rimepaw came skidding into the makeshift camp chest heaving from the long run. Her ears were still pricked toward the forest, half expecting another rogue or bird to carry on after them. ThunderClan was scattered beneath the Twoleg trees. When she spotted her mother and uncle she moved over without a word.

He was supposed to see her as a warrior and her jaw tightened. Before she could think she was pressing her muzzle into his cold fur, whispering something incoherent to all those but her mother.

When she lifted her head, she cast her mismatched guys towards Kestrelswipe. "This is everybody that were able to come from Stream Clearing." Assuming he'd want some sort of status report. Oaktall was much too wounded to answer to anyone and it was a miracle that he was able to follow at all.

The oak remembers the storms as warriors remember their battles.
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The journey east felt like an eternity. Oaktall kept his eyes fixed on the tails ahead of him, refusing to look too closely at the distance between himself and Greypebbles and Rimepaw. His paws just had to keep moving...

Each step sent a dull, spreading ache through his body. The wounds that had been hastily packed with moss and a spare Kit's Ear and bound as best as they could be were no longer quite as cooperative. Dampness seeped beneath the moss, warm against his fur but he felt cold...

Yet he was Oaktall. He wasn't going to stumble. Oaktall had spent his entire life being the one, he believed, to be a pillar of strength due to his size and presence. As he broke through the border to Two Leg trees, he saw his bedraggled Clan and followed after his Clanmates from Stream Clearing with grim determination and perhaps a bit of spite. The ground seemed strangly uneven in front of him but he could swear he spotted the brown tabby coat of Tiggerrush.

He spoke nothing about his injuries or about the blood that was missing from his body. He could only mumble. "W-We made it...Other - Others could not. We lost...so many."