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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2019 13:10:41 GMT -5
Meg jumped at the call of her name, she turned around and unsheathed her claws. She breathed heavily as she stepped back, upon hearing her name again, she realized it was Rowanheart. She took a step forward but then back, and back again. She fought with herself, wanting to run but Rowanheartβs pleas made her frozen in place.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2019 13:13:00 GMT -5
Okay cool! Hope everything is going well with you too Moss. Todayβs my last day of college! I have my final exam for philosophy today and then am free :0 //
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Post by vocebulery on Dec 15, 2019 23:25:27 GMT -5
Okay, that sounds awesome! Miss you guys a ton!))
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Post by Mosshail on Dec 28, 2019 20:24:12 GMT -5
Meg jumped at the call of her name, she turned around and unsheathed her claws. She breathed heavily as she stepped back, upon hearing her name again, she realized it was Rowanheart. She took a step forward but then back, and back again. She fought with herself, wanting to run but Rowanheartβs pleas made her frozen in place. βOh...β Grackle stared blankly at the young cat, heβd pounced onto her back with full force. He wasnβt expecting a cat so fragile and small, he stepped off her as his paws began to get soaked. He turned towards the sound of the ongoing battle then back to the limp cat. A wave of irritation and exhaustion overcame him as he cleaned the blood off his paws. He knew he was a dead cat if Shadow found out. She wouldnβt care if heβs a healer, he broke her rule yet again. He let out a frustrated snarl before he picked up Briarpawβs body and headed towards an overflowing river. He looked at her body before rolling it into the currents. He watched it float gently against the currents, as if Starclan was keeping her from being dragged under. [Ohh Grackle gonna get WRECKED]
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Post by Mosshail on Dec 28, 2019 20:25:10 GMT -5
Skystar stood still until he could no longer hear the sound of Shadow's paws tear up the ground as she fled. He slunk to the ground as rogues slowly followed after Shadow, most of them limping or crying out as they tread after her. He looked around at his own cats, several he recognized that lay on the ground, growing cold from death or screaming from pain as blood fell from their wounds. Turning his head, Thunderfoot's mottled pelt lay still, aside from the occasional breeze brushing through his coat. The leader sighed and closed his eyes, his own pain gnawing at him.
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Post by Mosshail on Dec 28, 2019 20:27:13 GMT -5
Deerleg turned around as all of the cats around him seemed to thin out. He could only hear his own heartbeat ringing in his ears, so it took several moments for him to realize that they had done it--his Clan had won. But at what cost? The dark brown tom could see many still bodies in the clearing, a few he recognized. He counted his own family with a guilty sigh of relief.
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Dec 28, 2019 23:57:51 GMT -5
((oof here we go @fortunata))
Cinderlight was still at Blackscale's side as the battle began to die down. Had they finally won? She turned her head to the side to where Briarpaw was... or at least, supposed to be. Panic spiked in her chest and she padded toward the bushes she had been hear. "Briarpaw?" she called, despite knowing she she-cat wouldn't hear her. She kept her tail high in the air for the apprentice to spot.
The fur on her back bristled as she grew closer and recognized the stench of one specific rogue... and an even harder panic set in as she followed it. "Briarpaw!" she called as she approached the clearing by the river. Her eyes narrowed as she saw what she had expected. The scent of blood and poison was so strong it was sickening. "What did you do to her?" she hissed loudly.
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Dec 29, 2019 0:05:31 GMT -5
Daisybug watched as Thunderfoot's breath ebbed away, and she dropped the herbs from her mouth. "I'm so sorry," she breathed, touching her nose to his head. How many other warriors were dead out on the battlefield, ones she couldn't even reach? She hardly even noticed when Twigpaw and Paintstream brought Duskwhisker's body over. As she leaned over to sniff the wound at his neck, she flattened her ears. "Whoever did this didn't even have the poison," she said quietly. The blood at his neck wouldn't stop long enough to clot, and she couldn't even tell if he was breathing anymore. Before she could make sure, something in the corner of her eye moved as Skystar slumped to the ground nearby. "Skystar?" she cried, scrambling to her paws.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2019 22:33:02 GMT -5
PLEASE KILL MY SON //
Grackleβs fur spiked up as he heard Cinderlightβs voice. He turned to her and recognized her instantly, she was the mate of the warrior who ripped out his eye. His claws began sheath and unsheathed anxiously as the idea of killing her started to pool into his head. Dragging her dead body over to Blackscale and leaving him to die in grief. Cats like him donβt last a week when Grackle is done with their loved ones. Without a word, he cracked a smile and charged at her. His claws out and coated with only a sliver of poison.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2019 22:35:32 GMT -5
βSkystar? Skystar!β Foxechoβs voice cracked as she ran over to the slumped over tom. She gave Daisybug a panicked look before she started to lick Skystarβs face clean of stained blood.
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Dec 29, 2019 22:42:34 GMT -5
Cinderlight unsheathed her claws as she prepared for his attack. She knew he had poison, but... perhaps most of it was off his claws by now. Perhaps it didn't matter. At this point she wanted to kill him, and didn't care if she had to die as well in the process. Him being alive would continue to be a threat to the Clan. Instead of dodging, Cinderlight lashed her paws out at him, attempting to bowl him over. ((blackscale listening to cinderlight murder grackle:
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Post by hiiiiiii on Jan 4, 2020 17:28:40 GMT -5
are you accepting another med?
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Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2020 17:20:05 GMT -5
Lol yesss //
βTheyβre leaving...βBlackscale panted as he heard the rogues retreat. He let out a rough cough, he could feel blood dripping down his nose and mouth. The healing wounds of the eye Grackle blinded were reopened and stinging against the cold winds. βCinderlight?β He realized heβd been talking to no one, βCinderlight!?β Panic began to set in as he searched for her. He then remembered Palepaw and Russetpaw, even if they didnβt share his blood, he saw them as family. He caught Palepawβs scent and heard the medicine den was left unharmed but Cinderlight. Where is she!?
Grackle noticed a subtle look in her eye, a fire, she wanted him dead. That only made him more anxious in wanting her dead. He was sick of these cats, all of them. When he pounced at her, he had expected Cinderlight to dodge but seeing that she came at him with full force, he seemed pleasantly surprised by that. He loved seeing someone put up a fight only to fail in the end. He managed to strike her shoulder and muzzle, biting down on her neck.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2020 17:21:43 GMT -5
I donβt know the current situation with the medicine cats as Iβm not as active so youβd have to wait for Moss whose in charge. But I just wanted say hi and not leave you hanging or thinking weβre ignoring you while we rp //
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Jan 5, 2020 18:06:22 GMT -5
Cinderlight yowled as he grabbed hold of his neck. They both collapsed to the ground, but Cinderlight didn't plan on staying there for long. She wasn't going to let him get away with killing another young cat. Not again. She slashed at his chest and forearms with all her strength to get him off her neck, and even resorted to kicking her back legs out. She could feel the sting of the poison where his claws struck, but it wasn't as strong as she expected. Eventually, she gave him a good, hard shove into the stomach.
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Jan 5, 2020 18:12:18 GMT -5
Paleshade watched the rogues begin to pour out of their makeshift camp. Her claws were still unsheathed, but she wanted to be sure they were all gone. Who knew what some of the strange new cats had planned by themselves? Her tail continued to lash, but she pressed closer to Stormfrost for reassurance. It felt like they had won, except for the fact that Skystar had collapsed to the ground.
Her ears pricked when she heard Blackscale calling out for Cinderlight by the medicine den. He sounded so scared... even if he wouldn't admit it. She pressed her muzzle to Stormfrost's cheek, then hurried across the battlefield to her father. None of the bodies on the ground appeared to be Cinderlight's, and some of her anxiety ebbed away. "Where's Cinderlight?" she asked as she approached Blackscale, scanning the surrounding area. Before she could speak again, there was a yowl from somewhere in the trees.
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Post by Mosshail on Feb 6, 2020 0:06:51 GMT -5
Geez guys I'm sorry it's been so dang long... I promise I still wanna rp and be active, I'm just trying to graduate, quitting one of my two jobs atm and becoming a LVTIT before I do so to work at an equine hospital in 2 months. It's been crazy! I hope your school/work lives are going well <3]
The leader's eyelids fluttered, struggling to open before he gave up. "I-I'm fine," he mustered to say, but it was obvious that the tom was not fine. His muscles spasmed here and there, not terribly, but to the point where it was noticeable. He had begun to excessively salivate, and an acrid smell came from his wounds. "Foxstep, look for others that are injured. Daisybug will need all the help she can get." Skystar did his best to speak without letting his words fall out in jumbles as he began to lose control of his jaw. He could even barely lift his head from where he lay.
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Post by Mosshail on Feb 6, 2020 0:08:48 GMT -5
Deerleg felt the heat from his own blood as it dripped down his front legs. He was glad to see his own little family was safe, but he felt like his stomach was turning at the sight of their camp. Dead bodies littered the clearing, most of them rogues. The rancid scent of poison and death infiltrated his nares, and he heaved. His head was spinning due to the scents, thankfully having avoided a cat with poison on their claws.
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Post by vocebulery on Feb 19, 2020 10:01:17 GMT -5
Wow hello all I promise I donβt want to abandon yβall >~< Iβll reply here in a few minutes!)))
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Post by vocebulery on Feb 19, 2020 10:07:37 GMT -5
Meg jumped at the call of her name, she turned around and unsheathed her claws. She breathed heavily as she stepped back, upon hearing her name again, she realized it was Rowanheart. She took a step forward but then back, and back again. She fought with herself, wanting to run but Rowanheartβs pleas made her frozen in place. Rowanheart watched in disbelieving hope as the calico pelt before him seemed to dance in place. Please donβt run away this time.Heart leaping, the ginger tom paced forward a few fox lengths. βMeg,β he called, voice thick with jumbled emotion, βMeg, I just want to talk.β
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Post by vocebulery on Feb 19, 2020 10:26:35 GMT -5
Deerleg felt the heat from his own blood as it dripped down his front legs. He was glad to see his own little family was safe, but he felt like his stomach was turning at the sight of their camp. Dead bodies littered the clearing, most of them rogues. The rancid scent of poison and death infiltrated his nares, and he heaved. His head was spinning due to the scents, thankfully having avoided a cat with poison on their claws. (( lol I donβt remember where any of my characters are so Iβm just going to improvise))) Tracepaw watched as the rogues bolted from camp, his adrenaline creeping away as they left. Now, looking around the wreckage of the clearing, sickness began to take over. His head spun maddeningly as his eyes moved from one unmoving body to the next, his nose overtaken by putrid smells. He could barely focus on anything, let alone being sure if his family was okay. An overwhelming sense of anxiety gripped him as his eyes searched for Robinwhisper, or Tumblepaw, or Twigpaw or Deerleg or anyone familiar he could bury his nose into and be comforted by. Then the sound of heaving brought him back to the clearing, and he saw Deerleg staring at the wreckage. βDeerleg!β Tracepaw mewed, rubbing on wobbly legs towards him. Without awaiting an answer, he nuzzled into the darker tomβs chest. Suddenly Deerlegβs act of saving him and Twigpaw came rushing back. βThank you for helping us. Iβm so glad youβre okay.β
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2020 0:08:40 GMT -5
Cinderlight yowled as he grabbed hold of his neck. They both collapsed to the ground, but Cinderlight didn't plan on staying there for long. She wasn't going to let him get away with killing another young cat. Not again. She slashed at his chest and forearms with all her strength to get him off her neck, and even resorted to kicking her back legs out. She could feel the sting of the poison where his claws struck, but it wasn't as strong as she expected. Eventually, she gave him a good, hard shove into the stomach. Blackscale was in complete panic, he didnβt want to lose her. Where was she?! βCinderlight?β He called as he started searching the battleground, fearing the worst and fearing heβd trip over her limp body. He barely paid attention to Paleshade as he started to frantically search. βCinder?β He voice choked before he caught her scent, he quickly followed it. His ghostly eye wide open and his heart was starting to race as he picked up Grackleβs scent. Grackle was coughing up blood, choking on it even as heβd struck the ground. He spat the blood in Cinderlightβs face before clawing it again and again, βAn eye for an eye as they say.β He purred painfully as he went to strike her eye. That was when sheβd shove him in the stomach and caused him to topple back, smacking the ground, his neck hitting a rock. He let out a sharp cry and started to choke hoarsely on his blood and the pain surging from his broken neck. He swore loudly at her as he forced himself up only to cry again in pain and fall.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2020 0:16:17 GMT -5
Rowanheart watched in disbelieving hope as the calico pelt before him seemed to dance in place. Please donβt run away this time.Heart leaping, the ginger tom paced forward a few fox lengths. βMeg,β he called, voice thick with jumbled emotion, βMeg, I just want to talk.β Her claws sank into the dirt, almost anchoring herself from running away. She looked at him with watery eyes, βIβm not a good cat, Rowanheart. Iβm not. I donβt want you to convince me that I am. I manipulated a kit. I watched as cats I lived with murdered your own...Iβm better off alone. I always have been.β She hung her head in shame βWhatever you want to talk about, Iβm not worth it. Just let me go.β She muttered.
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Feb 21, 2020 20:46:45 GMT -5
Cinderlight's face stung as she rolled herself up from the ground. All the kicking and scratching had already tired her out, but she unsteadily rose to her paws anyway and padded to where the tom had landed, claws still unsheathed. As he tried to get up, she narrowed her eyes. "I could give you a killing blow," she breathed, the blood from her face dripping to her mouth. "But perhaps you deserve to suffer before you die." She never would have imagined her saying something like that, but she believed it.
Paleshade followed Blackscale, eyes wide in panic. She sent silent prayers to StarClan hoping she was alright, but the fear only grew stronger as she caught on to that rogue tom's scent, and soon mixed with blood as they approached the river. When they came to the clearing she skidded to a halt seeing Cinderlight standing over the tom's body. She couldn't tell what blood was hers or his, but it matted her pelt. "Mom!"
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Feb 21, 2020 20:55:52 GMT -5
Daisybug knew her Clanmates were dying around her, and for some of them, there was nothing she could do anymore. It felt like there was so much more poison, and it was stronger now. But now she could only focus on Skystar who seemed to be in the worst condition. "No, you're not," she spat, but her eyes were round with concern. She wanted to try and extract the poison with herbs, but there were just so many scratches, and it was already affecting his body.
She hoped StarClan would expel the toxins when he lost this life, and then she could tend to him easier.
((all these studio art classes will be the end of me lol but im glad you all are doing well!! we're finally hitting the climax of the plot its happening))
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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2020 17:55:15 GMT -5
Cinderlight's face stung as she rolled herself up from the ground. All the kicking and scratching had already tired her out, but she unsteadily rose to her paws anyway and padded to where the tom had landed, claws still unsheathed. As he tried to get up, she narrowed her eyes. "I could give you a killing blow," she breathed, the blood from her face dripping to her mouth. "But perhaps you deserve to suffer before you die." She never would have imagined her saying something like that, but she believed it. Paleshade followed Blackscale, eyes wide in panic. She sent silent prayers to StarClan hoping she was alright, but the fear only grew stronger as she caught on to that rogue tom's scent, and soon mixed with blood as they approached the river. When they came to the clearing she skidded to a halt seeing Cinderlight standing over the tom's body. She couldn't tell what blood was hers or his, but it matted her pelt. "Mom!" Heβd never heard his voice sounds this desperate, he didnβt want to lose her after everything. He was happy with her, he loved her and the kits that heβll gladly call his own. The scent of blood and fur grew stronger as he ran, his heart skipping a beat as Paleshade yelled out Cinderlightβs name. His ghostly eye was wide open with worry, βCin-...β He grew quiet as the smell of blood overpowered his nose. His ears twitched at the gargles Grackle let out as he choked on his own blood, trying to speak. Something about dark forest before his gargles quiet down and he went limp. Blackscale never felt more satisfaction from a catβs death, Cinderlight must have beaten him, won! Live! Right...? He slowly followed Cinderlightβs scent until his nose hit her fur. He flinched before recognizing the scent. His fur calmed down as he heard her breathing, he licked her cheek and nuzzled against her, βAre you hurt...?β He asked softly, his voice still shaky. He himself was bleeding all over from his fight, cuts around his ugly face had reopened. But he didnβt care, his only focus was on the blurred gray she-cat his ghostly eye allowed him to see.
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Mar 2, 2020 16:43:11 GMT -5
Cinderlight flinched as she heard her name, but immediately calmed and she turned around and saw her mate and daughter in the clearing. She tried to move toward them but stumbled just before Blackscale pushed into her fur, and she sighed. Her eyes closed as she drank in his scent, muffled by the scent of blood but still there. "'m fine," she breathed by default, although it was very obvious she wasn't fine. She felt Paleshade press against her flank and nuzzle her cheek. Now that the adrenaline rush was over, her body stung all over and her legs felt weak.
Cinderlight glanced to the side at Grackle's body. "What... what do we do about...?" she mumbled.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2020 15:20:39 GMT -5
Blackscale licked her face and nuzzled her greatly, letting out a weak purr before looking towards the direction of Grackleβs limp body. His stench was unbearable, not of death but of poison.
He let out a low growl, he wanted to leave his body on a thunderpath, let it get eaten by a monster.
βIβd hate to pollute the river if he toss him in there.β He said in a darker tone, similar to how he use to speak many moons ago. βWeβll drag him outside of the territory, let him rot there.β He said in a calmer tone, βLet the vultures deal with him.β
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