Cobalt's writing dump

This is of an elder OC that I happen to like. And Rosepetal (I made her before I knew there was a person with a similar name here) is becoming increasingly important in my story. Also this is slightly old writing, so the quality might not be as good as my newer writing.
Also, Pinepaw was so cute as an apprentice eeeee
Also, I have no creativity when it comes to naming Clans.
ONWARDS.


Tallfoot walked along the side of the FireClan border, half asleep. Silverpelt glittered overhead, cutting through the dark outlines of trees. There were few cats who could currently patrol since the famed battle with WaterClan, and Tallfoot was one of them. He’d been on the dawn patrol that day, and the dusk patrol the night before. He sat down, closing his eyes, trying to see the area around him with only his nose.
He’d closed his eyes for too long. A low growl sounded behind him, and Tallfoot jumped, turned around. A black-and white shape formed behind him, and the cat recognized it immediately.
Badger.
What was the battle move for a badger? Panic rose like bile in the cat’s throat. His senses shut down, taken over by adrenaline. He started to carry out the moves for the badger defence.
Stand. Jump. Turn to-
The badger turned on Tallfoot with thorn-sharp claws, bringing them down on his face, tearing his muzzle. He screeched, falling to the earth. A sharp metallic taste flooded his mouth, making him sputter, spraying blood in front of him. Where was Rosepetal, the warrior he’d been patrolling with?
As if that thought had summoned her, the she-cat’s pinkish-red tabby pelt appeared through the treeline. She dashed through it, ran at the badger with her claws unsheathed, jumping onto its back and taking it by surprise. She flew around the badger while landing precise, powerful blows, but she was outmatched. The badger tore at her, the speed of the battle sending blood flying across the forest floor. “Tallfoot, help me out!” Rosepetal yowled. Tallfoot stood, trying to think. He thew himself clumsily at the badger, sending it veering out of Rosepetal’s way. Rosepetal took advantage of this and leaped onto its throat, finishing it off with a single, quick bite. Tallfoot closed his eyes, now that he was safe. The two sat there for a moment, panting, before they headed back to camp, leaning on each other for support.

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“Pinepaw!” Jayfang called to her apprentice, “Get me the cobwebs!” Pinepaw pelted over to the crack in the rock that led to the smaller cave, and emerged with a bundle of cobwebs clasped between his jaws. he dropped the bundle next to his mentor, who then called, “Poppy seeds! Marigold!” The dark tabby hesitated, before obeying. Jayfang otherwise ignored her apprentice as she worked. Rosepetal hissed in pain as Jayfang licked something green into her wounds. Tallfoot was asleep, and Pinepaw picked up the bundle of cobwebs, blinking in question at his mentor. Jayfang nodded, and Pinepaw started to work.
Jayfang watched her apprentice, silently assessing him. He’d only been her apprentice for two moons, and his pelt was only just starting to become sleek, losing the softness of a kit’s. But he’d picked up skills quickly, and he only stopped once or twice as he treated Tallfoot. Pinepaw jumped when the warrior moaned quietly, and looked up at Jayfang. “Keep going.” She simply stated. Pinepaw hesitated, prodding a dead poppy stem with his paw. Jayfang pushed it away. “Give them to him when he wakes up.” Pinepaw nodded, and quickly ran to the storage room, bringing a leaf package and placing it next to Tallfoot. He scooped some of the poultice out with his paw- was that what he was meant to do? He bent to apply it onto the warrior’s muzzle. From this angle, he could see what the badger had done. Half of Tallfoot’s nose was gone, and new scars stretched across his face. He tried to ignore it, and pushed some of the cobwebs out of the way to finish his job.

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Blossomstar stood at the Highledge, calling to her Clan. There was something awkward about the way the new leader said the words, as if they were foreign to her, and a different cat spoke them. “Tallfoot.” She mumbled. “Tallfoot!” She called, louder this time. Tallfoot pushed his way through the crowd, shuffling over to the front. Blossomstar opened her mouth, closed it, squinted as if thinking, then opened her mouth again. “Tallfoot… Tallfoot, you… uh…" Blossomstar closed her eyes, then opened them. She paused, thinking, before starting. "Spirits of StarClan, you know every cat by name. I ask you now to take away the name from the cat you see before you, for it no longer stands for what he is. By my authority as… Clan leader, and with the approval of our warrior ancestors, I give this cat a n-new name. From this moment on he will be known as... Halfnose, for... what the badger has done to him.”
"What?” Rosepetal made her way to the front of the group, Pushing past several other cats. “You can’t do that! He still… just…” Halfnose stared at the ground, his expression giving nothing away. “Do you want to move to the elders’ den?” Blossomstar mewed quietly.
“No!” Halfnose finally meowed, defiance clear in his eyes.
Something like relief flooded Blossomstar’s face. “Thank you. We can’t spare any warriors at this time.”
“I know.”
“Good. Clan meeting’s over!” Blossomstar yowled quickly, unsure of how to finish otherwise.
Halfnose glanced up at Rosepetal before making his way to the warriors’ den.
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I have another chapter about why Blossomstar changed Tallfoot's name. It should make things less confusing, and I shall post it soon.

Wow, I sound like one of those fanfic writers who gets really posessive and agressive about their OCs, and then promptly insults them.

Blossomstar had seen Tallfoot. Blossomstar had seen the battle with WaterClan. Blossomstar had watched her Clan figuratively fall apart around her.
What did they think of their new leader? Something like this would never have happened with the last. Subconsciously, Blossomstar ran a paw around her nicked ear. Memories of the defining battle with WaterClan crawled up her spine like insects. Blossomstar was on her second life after just one moon as leader. Deep gashes in her side showed how she had been killed. They wouldn’t scar, but her Clan was still rebuilding the camp. Pineleaf had his hands full, too. Blossomstar hauled herself off the Highledge. Her muscles stubbornly protested, but Blossomstar leaped down anyway.

“Pineleaf? You mentioned a ceremony when I was deputy.”
Blossomstar was standing in Pineleaf’s den.
“Hmm?” Pineleaf mumbled around a mouthful of herbs.
“About changing a warrior’s name?”
“Yes, wh-“ Pineleaf suddenly dropped his herb pile. “You’re not referring to Tallfoot, are you?”
“I… yes. Yes, I am.”
“But why? He is still good warrior. He can still fight, he can still hunt.”
“But he can’t hunt as well, can he? This is what a leader does, isn’t it?”
Pineleaf let out a sigh. “Blossomstar, with all respect, a leader leads their Clan! You are a good leader, but this has nothing to do with it!”
“Pineleaf, I’m sorry. My mind is made up.” With that, Blossomstar left the den. Was she being cruel to a loyal warrior? Blossomstar wanted only to prove herself as a good leader, one who knew what to do. In her mind, she was still an apprentice. Blossomstar angrily batted a stone out of her way. StarClan, how was I made deputy? Why did you approve of the choice?
“Good morning, Blossomstar.” Greypetal’s words snapped Blossomstar out of her moping.
“Hello, Greypetal. How are the kits doing?” A leader cared about every aspect of Clan life; the kits were a priority.
“Oh, they’re doing well. Blazekit’s still limping from when she jumped out of the tree, though. Honestly, I’m looking forward to their becoming apprentices.”
“Oh. Um, five moons, are they?”
“Three and a half.” Greypetal graciously restrained from commenting further on Blossomstar’s mistake.
“Ah. Yes. Sorry.”
After a moment of silence, Blossomstar added, “I have to go. Goodbye, Greypetal.”

“Let… Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the Highledge for a Clan meeting.” Were those the words? Yes, Blossomstar decided, yes, they were.
Blossomstar had seen Tansystar change names. She remembered the words. She had the authority as Clan leader.
As Blossomstar carried out the ceremony, Tallfoot’s expression didn’t change. He just stared at the ground numbly.
Rosepetal protested as the name was changed. Guilt built up in Blossomstar, dragging her down like sodden fur in water.
As Halfnose returned to the warrior’s den, she saw Rosepetal’s amber gaze flit over to Blossomstar’s. There was no hostility there, only sadness.
Halfnose, I’m so sorry.
What am I doing!? Can I even change this?
What she was doing had to be right. She didn’t know how, or why, and in her heart she knew that it wouldn’t change anything.

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The streets are damp from the recent downpour of rain, shimmering dully in the feeble light provided by the streetlights. The sky is dull and starless, a cloudy grey-black expanse that offers no warmth. Feline shadows move in the distance, their shapes exaggerated by the light they stand before until they look like deformed beasts, backs arched and teeth bared. The sounds of their hissing and angry caterwauls only barely brush the limit of audibility. My breath billows out in front of me and I shiver, the cold running down my spine like rapidly icing water. The dull streetlights above me bear down on me like numerous eyes, hungrily anticipating attack.
The last train left what I know to be seconds ago, but frustration at myself for missing it leads me to believe that hours have passed. I rummage through my pocket, trying to feel for my phone. My hand brushes something cool and smooth. I grab it, take the device out of my coat, and turn it on.
Bright, blue-white light screams in my eyes before turning grey, then black.
You idiot! Why didn’t you charge it before you left?
Panic builds in my throat like bile and I force it down, tapping my fingers against the cold black glass of the drained phone, and force myself to think.
I eventually reach the conclusion that I am trapped here until the night passes.
I leave the train station and walk out onto the main street, the click of each footstep seeming to draw attention to me from every invisible, imagined thing here. The city is different at night, when buildings tower over you like steel monsters and the streets turn to vast black, inky rivers. The air feels like brittle steel, frosted over and about to shatter at any given moment. Shadows seem to stare with invisible eyes, watching as I make my way across the street, oblivious to their presence. The buildings seem twisted, deformed, staring down at me. All have their eyes locked on me, ready to pounce on their lone piece of prey.
I start to wonder what forms the shadows take. I imagine mutilated black beasts watching me with blind, dusky eyes, occupying no true form but shifting, eddying constantly, their sightless, glazed eyes never changing or turning away.
I remember when I was a child and I found the concept terrifying. I would watch the shadows crossing windows in fear and fascination, safe inside the walls of my home.
A black alley cat screeches and darts past me, blue eyes round with alarm and matted neck fur standing on end. I feel an imaginary stare graze my back, as if phantom fingers had touched me. I pull my jacket closer. The air tastes of frost- I can almost feel it slide down my throat as I breathe in.
I start to fully realize the weight of my situation. The idea of being trapped here for the night is terrifying, and the night doesn’t seem too intent on passing.
I get the impulse to check to time and I reach for my phone, my hand brushing the cool screen, before remembering that the battery is dead. I draw away from it in disgust, as if the phone is a decomposing animal that is on my person.
As I continue to wander down the deserted street, the number of streetlights declines and the street darkens. The walls of the buildings are now barely visible, and are littered with faded obscene language that has been painted onto the walls. Burnt marks line the walls, as if somebody took a blowtorch and dragged it along the wall as they walked. Twisted pieces of barbed wire are scattered where boundaries should have been.
I hear something fall with a metallic thump, clear through the otherwise silent street. A squeak of surprise escapes my throat and I whip around, trying to see what the source of the sound was. A scrawny brown tabby cat stands near a fallen trashcan, pulling out a rotting chunk of meat, its surface dotted with something white that I’m not sure I want to know the identity of. I reel back in revulsion and the cat looks up at me, its eyes reflecting the dim light provided by the moon- two white lights staring up at me, a thin green band around them. It darts into a dark area to eat its vile meal in peace. Only its eyes are still visible, their movements showing how the cat moves as it eats. Its eyes are wide, hungry, as it eagerly gulps down the thing that only vaguely resembles a food item. If I were in its situation, would I do the same?
I walk away, wandering the dark streets for hours to come, not daring to sleep for fear of the things hiding in the shadows finding me.