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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2019 21:10:59 GMT -5
Foxstep took deep breathes as she felt the bits of poison that did make it into her wounds surge throughout her body. She started to sweat and felt nauseous. She was glad the tom ran off, she wasnβt sure how long she would have lasted.
Blackscaleβs nose wrinkled as heβd catch the stench of poison but it at least help him know who did or didnβt have it. Heβd let out snarled and slash at any rogue who neared, he could feel his anger starting to build up as he caught the scent of Grackle. His claws unsheathed and sheathed anxiously as he remembered Grackle being the last cat he saw before he lost his vision permanently. His raising fur would flatten whenever he felt Cinderlight press against him, calming him of his growing frustration and anxiety.
Aww they look so cute ;-; babies. //
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Sept 16, 2019 22:37:10 GMT -5
((uwu i also drew them as people and getting married because no one was there to stop me i have like multiple pieces for this rp that i havent gotten to share yet TToTT i did not forget us lol))
Cinderlight was doing fairly well so far and had only caught a few claws on her arms. She noticed quickly that it seemed most cats didn't have true poison, but it certainly didn't look any different than the real stuff. She kept her eyes peeled specifically for Grackle, and a few times she would see him prowl by. At one point his single eye swiveled to meet hers, and she let out a low growl. Honestly, she was tired of dealing with him, and so was the whole Clan.
Daisybug looked past the flying claws and fur to see Foxstep swaying on her paws. She darted carefully through the carnage and tapped the warrior on the shoulder with her tail. "Come to the center," she insisted, nodding her head toward Marigoldpaw.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2019 23:36:47 GMT -5
Thatβs so cute, I love your artππππ I feel like even the rogues are sick of Grackle. *Grackle dies* Shadow: omg thank you //
Foxstep nodded aimlessly and followed the medicine cat. At this moment, she noticed how much Daisybug had grown. It felt like it was only yesterday she became a medicine at apprentice. Seeing her grown up now made Foxstep want even more for the rogues to be gone. She wanted to see the clan flourish, kits be born and apprentices become warriors. βIt wasnβt a lot...the poison.β She muttered.
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Sept 17, 2019 15:10:22 GMT -5
((some of these are old but we got: daisybug and goldenstrike being Siblings cinderlight and her future family, blackscale's head is accidentally too small lol dovepaw and duskpaw, big oof and human cinderlight and blackscale dancin i guess lol ))
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Sept 17, 2019 15:16:04 GMT -5
Daisybug sat Foxstep down and started to sniff at her wounds. "I can tell," she said. "And that's what's bothering me. Their poison must be even stronger this time around." She furrowed her brows. "Marigoldpaw, can you make a yarrow pulp?" she asked, then grabbed a wad of cobweb and started dabbing it on the wounds on Foxstep's legs. If these small scratches were taking her down, then she couldn't imagine what a big injury could result in.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2019 21:33:28 GMT -5
I love them all Lol Daisybugβs face. THEYRE A BIG HAPPY FAMILY, WE CANT LET ANYTHING BAD HAPPEN TO THEM ;-; I love Blackscaleβs face in the third one. //
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2019 22:07:03 GMT -5
I FORGOT I HAD A CAT NAMED CROOKEDCALL I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT HER )
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Sept 17, 2019 22:46:29 GMT -5
((youve abandoned your girl))
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2019 22:47:54 GMT -5
Iβm a horrible parent. //
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Post by Mosshail on Sept 18, 2019 12:00:50 GMT -5
as im fixing the front, i'll also put Stormpaw to Stormfrost, Firepaw to Firebird, Palepaw to Paleshade, and Russetpaw to Russetwing Later I'll move Cotton, Cavern, and Fawn to apprentices as well, gotta find 'em some mentors that ain't gonna die I've been so flippin overwhelmed and we're only in week 4 of the semester lmao //ded]
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Sept 18, 2019 15:37:58 GMT -5
((oh thats a big mood))
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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2019 21:39:32 GMT -5
Same Moss. I want to die, Iβm already thinking of all the projects I need to turn in aND I JUST REMEMBERED THAT I HAVE A TEST DUE TOMORROW AFASHSHDKFL //
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Post by Mosshail on Sept 21, 2019 22:23:27 GMT -5
Marigoldpaw blinked, and stared for a few moments before she could mutter a reply to her mentor. "Y-yes...!" she mewed abruptly, turning to the pile of herbs that they had beside them from the medicine den. She looked and concentrated carefully. Yarrow...yarrow... she repeated in her mind. Finally, she grabbed the long, flowering stem and began to chew it to make the poultice, the taste vaguely familiar.
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Post by Mosshail on Sept 21, 2019 22:24:05 GMT -5
omgggg i love them <3 rip crookedcall]
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Post by Mosshail on Sept 21, 2019 22:25:57 GMT -5
The lanky brown warrior let out a yowl of pain as the rogue she-cat dug into his skin, his shoulder searing with pain. He leaped and tumbled on his back, putting his weight into the roll to try to get the cat to release him. He felt his hot blood run mazes through his pelt, but he didn't feel pain for long. He watched in his peripheral as Tracepaw observed, and that was all he could think about.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2019 22:50:31 GMT -5
Delle let out a yowl as she felt some of her brittle claws snap and break off. She kicked the tom and jumped back with bleeding paws. She looked at what was left of her claws and flexed the remaining few. The others were chipped off or were split in half. She ignored the pain that was now numb and pounced back onto the warrior, scratching his face rapidly.
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Post by Mosshail on Sept 21, 2019 22:53:20 GMT -5
Marigoldpaw continued to chew until it was a desirable paste. She brought over the poultice and presented it to Daisybug. She let out a yowl of surprise as Thunderfoot thumped to the ground beside her. He lay there, spasming, as the poison coursed through his system.
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Post by Mosshail on Sept 21, 2019 22:54:32 GMT -5
Deerleg turned to face her, hissing as he spun on his paws, tail flicking as he slowly looked for an opening. He sped off from his left, feinting an attack from the right, but swiped low at her left front, starting from her chest as he unsheathed claws made contact.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2019 8:41:19 GMT -5
βThunderfoot.β Foxstepβs eyes widened with horror at the sight of the warrior. She realized how lucky she was with the little poison she got in her system. She turned her head to the medicine cats, βLet me help, I can chew up herbs or put cobwebs on wounds.β She didnβt want to sit out for the rest of the fight, she wanted to help in some capacity.
Delleβs chest burned at it was clawed, the brown cat staggered back, blood oozing from her wound. Growing irritated, she let out a hiss before charging back towards the warrior, allowing herself to be open for anything. (You can kill her or just wound her.)
Crookedcall was small and lithe, she dashed past the poison soaked claws and would run under bellies, clawing them as badly as she could. She knew she wouldnβt put up much of a fight so she spent her time knocking as many rogues as she could off guard for another warrior to surprise attack on.
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Sept 22, 2019 10:06:35 GMT -5
Daisybug let out a gasp as he collapsed, scrambled back away from him. Then she flipped her head to Foxstep. "Help Marigoldpaw get that pulp on your wounds, then help me with Thunderfoot." She pawed some of the yarrow over to her and furrowed her brows. "I'll have to feed it to him directly." She needed him to be still so he could swallow the herbs, but they also needed to work quickly.
((can i get an f in the chat for thunderfoot))
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Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2019 10:44:33 GMT -5
So before Cinderlight kills Grackle, if weβre still doing that, does anyone need him to kill someone?//
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Sept 22, 2019 11:13:11 GMT -5
((I think just briarpaw, and yes weβre doing that >:3c go off cinderlight))
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Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2019 14:18:48 GMT -5
Meanwhile Blackscale will be a proud husband. // Grackle wasnβt a trained fighter but he was fast, heβd surprise attack on warriors already in the middle of fights. Heβd give him a few deep cuts before running off to attack another. He blended in with the shadows as he crept up on warriors. He was about to pounce on an apprentice when his head began to throb. He hissed in annoyance and stepped back, ever since Blackscale ripped off his other eye, Grackle had been suffering from horrible head pains. He did his best to clean the wound but he feared it may have gotten infected, he kept that too himself though.
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Post by vocebulery on Sept 26, 2019 15:43:21 GMT -5
(( OMG college is actually killing me. I had to pick up an extra job cause life is expensive... I miss you guys :-(((( )
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Post by Mosshail on Sept 27, 2019 23:41:08 GMT -5
F Omg voc if you die , then I'm gonna die lol...Lets both not :')]
Deerleg looked back at Tracepaw before sidestepping, turning his body to avoid the impact from Delle's charge. As she turned, he rotated on his hind paws, twisting himself as his front paws came outward, claws outstretched, catching on her matted fur and dragging her into the dirt as they tussled. He bit specifically at her bicep muscles, clamping hard before yanking away, blood covering his eyes.
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Post by Mosshail on Sept 27, 2019 23:42:35 GMT -5
Marigoldpaw panicked and chewed faster, tears threatening to spill over her lids as she tried to cover Foxleap's wounds as she watched the marbled warrior shake beside her mentor. His flailing grew weaker and weaker, and Marigoldpaw bit her tongue several times to try and chew faster.
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Post by Mosshail on Sept 27, 2019 23:44:08 GMT -5
Briarpaw couldn't hear anything, but the pools of blood she stepped in as she stumbled on the outskirts of the camp made her paws feel hot and sticky. Without her hearing, her heartbeat seemed like it was going to blow out her eardrums. Ringing began to overwhelm her, and she darted from bush to bush in fear of everything that touched her, be it leaves or twigs.
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Sept 29, 2019 16:20:36 GMT -5
While Marigoldpaw took care of Foxstep, Daisybug focused on getting the yarrow off of its stem, making it easier to chew. Then she threw the front half of her body onto his side, placing one paw under his head and the other next to his mouth. On the outside a million anxious thoughts were running through her head, most of them prayers to StarClan and fears that Thunderfoot may die. But the best thing Whisperwing taught her well was to keep those negative emotions inside your head in an emergency or it would only make the situation worse. She tried to get the flowers into his mouth without getting bit while growling, "Come on, Thunderfoot!"
(( i remembered that sterling doesn't have the poison on his claws to kill duskwhisker but you know what. hed probably kill a cat anyway, poison or not lol its fine ))
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Sept 29, 2019 16:26:50 GMT -5
As Twigpaw watched both of her brothers get rammed into by rogues, she realized just how much of a coward she would be in battle. She crouched low, ears pressed to her head, before darting away from them. She wanted to help them, but her senses were telling her that if she tried she'd get snapped like, well... a twig. Twigpaw moved between the battling warriors, something her spindly limbs were good for, then almost ran straight into a silver tabby with a collar, standing over what looked to be Duskwhisker. But he wasn't moving from his spot. The silver cat snarled at her before running off, assumedly to attack someone else.
Twigpaw moved to Duskwhisker's side, and fear rose into her throat when she saw how faintly his flanks moved. She had to get him over to Daisybug!
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Sept 29, 2019 16:31:37 GMT -5
Sterling stepped off of the black tom, gazing proudly at the bleeding lacerations he left on the cat's body. He didn't have a drop of poison on him, but the warrior was obviously much older than him; fighting him was a breeze. He turned as small pawsteps approached and hissed at the calico she-cat who came up to him. She looked like a spotted version of Casper, and he realized he wasn't supposed to kill her. He ran off to find his next victim, quickly spotting a cream and brown she-cat with long, twisted whiskers, and charged at her.
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