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Post by Mosshail on Jun 24, 2018 11:21:39 GMT -5
Softlight nodded, feeling almost ashamed that he got to leave with Smokefur to go back to camp with Quietsong, and felt relieved. He thought that Skystar probably picked them both because they were younger, and didn't want them involved in the issue if it could be avoided. Although, he was extremely worried about Paintpaw. "Quietsong, let's go," Softlight ushered.
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Post by smokefur1 on Jun 24, 2018 11:22:03 GMT -5
[Lol Oof] Skystar looked to his patrol. "It smells like her," he replied to Smokefur. Noticing Quietsong, he blinked. "This really is no place for you," he meowed, trotting up closely to her. "Softlight, Smokefur( smokefur1 ), please escort Quietsong back to camp. We won't want her involved in this." He would have sent the whole patrol back if he could only fight the foxes off alone, but with the well-being of Paintpaw unknown, he only decided to spare two cats to return Quietsong safely. "The rest of us will have to do our best to find Paintpaw..." The tom slightly trailed off with his words. He was uncertain what they would find, if anything at all. Smokefur nodded, and walked with Softlight and Quietsong.
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Post by hopestorm on Jun 24, 2018 15:27:44 GMT -5
"Okay" quiet song said as got escorted back to camp, sadly "I need help them, what they are hurt and can't get back to camp to get heal" she tried to make a point why she should stay.
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Post by ๐ด๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ด on Jun 24, 2018 15:30:31 GMT -5
Beetlewing's eyes shot wide as he caught scent of the apprentice as well. Her fear was heavy around where the clawmarks were, and he could also smell the pungent odor of fresh blood... "S-Skystar..." Beetlewing suddenly meowed, finding scarlet droplets clinging to the fronds of a nearby fern bush. He approached the blood, sniffing it, and recoiled with horror. Paintpaw's scent and the fox's odor wafted heavily from the leaves and the blood.
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Bisexual
Spottedpath
I am a uni student with a part time job, but I will try to be as active as I possibly can!! <3
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Post by Spottedpath on Jun 24, 2018 15:47:04 GMT -5
[ Hey I've been at my friend's house so I've been kinda scarce.. What have I missed RP wise?? ]
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Post by ๐ด๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ด on Jun 24, 2018 16:08:06 GMT -5
(( Spottedpath Skystar and co. have found the foxes' clawmarks on the tree, as well as their fresh scents. they then discovered Paintpaw's fear-scent and blood-scent near the scene as well. ))
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Post by Mosshail on Jun 24, 2018 19:07:25 GMT -5
[Yeah, shiba pretty much summed up what's happened lol.]
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Post by Mosshail on Jun 24, 2018 19:09:30 GMT -5
Softlight looked to Smokefur, then back to Quietsong. "Well... Skystar asked us to escort you back...," he started. "Though, they may need immediate help if something is to happen." He could faintly smell the scent of blood, and he closed his eyes tightly for a brief moment, hoping all of his clanmates were okay. "We can stay a little ways off, away from the worst of it. If anything comes up, maybe it's best if you're around, Quietsong. Smokefur and I will still be here to help you, and protect you."
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Post by Mosshail on Jun 24, 2018 19:12:02 GMT -5
Almost frantic, Skystar kept moving in different directions, looking for Paintpaw. He still kept close to his other clanmates, but he was very worried for the young she-cat. They were almost near the gorge now, he was aware. He then blinked, thinking, perhaps Paintpaw...? "I think I might know where she is!" he meowed, back to his patrol. "If Paintpaw isn't here now, and if she's... well... Surely, she went to the Hidden Gorge to try and escape!" He didn't want to think about what could have happened to Paintpaw, and he prayed to StarClan she had used her wits and minimal territory knowledge to get out of danger. She had to be alive...!
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Post by ๐ด๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ด on Jun 24, 2018 19:41:34 GMT -5
Beetlewing nodded, understanding Skystar's inferences. He immediately ran with Skystar towards the Hidden Gorge, his nerves erratic and his mind racing about what could have happened to Paintpaw. Of course, every cat had the worst on their mind, even if they didn't want to admit it. Beetlewing almost ventured in that direction, but shook his mind and decided to give Paintpaw the benefit of the doubt. 'She's smart...s-she's quick-witted! She MUST have escaped!' he thought desperately, flying through the undergrowth after his leader.
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Post by Mosshail on Jun 24, 2018 19:48:16 GMT -5
Skystar hurried towards the gorge, hoping his clanmates were following. Unfortunately, as they moved away and into the direction into the gorge, the scent of fox still lingered, and was still relatively fresh. He knew that something must have drawn the foxes into this direction, and he hoped that if it was Paintpaw, that she had gotten away. "Paintpaw?" he called out, slowing his run into a trot. He could see the entrance to the specific gorge in the distance a little ways as the trees gave way to the slowly rising boulders to form small cliffs and entry ways. He made sure to keep his senses about him, knowing that every sound would echo throughout the area, and a predator would easily pick it up.
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Post by vocebulery on Jun 24, 2018 19:49:31 GMT -5
Hawkjaw followed the two toms toward the hidden gorge. Paintpaw was the only thing on his mind as the leaves of the forest crackled underpaw. The hidden gorge was so far, could the young she-cat have run that far injured?
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Post by Mosshail on Jun 24, 2018 20:10:08 GMT -5
As he neared the gorge entrance, he slowed, and stopped. "I'll go through first," he meowed back to Beetlewing, Hawkjaw, and the rest of his patrol quietly. He slowly moved his way through the opening, just big enough to allow his whole body through without touching the sides. The small tunnel entrance stood before him, and he listened. All he could hear was a steady droplet of water landing on rock, but he could smell more blood... "Paintpaw?" he called softly.
With no response of any kind, he took a step into the tunnel after a small glance to his patrol. He knew it didn't go very far back, so he hoped nothing would surprise him in such a small space. Towards the end, he found where the water droplet was falling to the rock below, but as he got closer to it, the water sound stopped. Something moved in front of it to block its fall. He stood as still as a boulder, his eyes still adjusting to the darkness.
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Post by ๐ด๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ด on Jun 24, 2018 20:32:34 GMT -5
Beetlewing stood near the mouth of the gorge, tail twitching nervously as he continuously scented the air around them. He craned his head back to stare up the length of the rock: erupting with weeds and curtains of lichen and twine, these structures must have been here for... Starclan knows how long. And with that, anything could have made its home inside over the moons. Beetlewing glanced at Hawkjaw, studying the other warrior's expression, curious to know how he felt about the situation.
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Post by โจ nissabug โจ on Jun 24, 2018 20:34:01 GMT -5
Goldenstrike quietly listened, his ears perked and alert for anything, from either Skystar, Paintpaw, or the fox. Hopefully not the latter. He didnโt even notice he was holding his breath. The smell of blood and fear made his stomach churn - it reminded him too much of Diamondโs death. He hoped it didnโt end like that this time.
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Post by Mosshail on Jun 24, 2018 20:43:18 GMT -5
"Skystar..." The gurgled word that escaped her mouth Paintpaw had used almost all of her energy to push it out. She could smell her leader, but barely, over the smell of fox and blood that covered her. She only sensed him as he was right near her, the metallic taste of her own blood in her mouth overwhelming her senses. She couldn't see him; she was practically blinded with her tears. It hurts... She could not muster the strength to speak to him anymore, but she hoped that he now knew she was there. Her eyes began to close from her weakness; she was impossibly tired, and the pain that rushed through her was unbearable. They're gonna come back for me... They're gonna eat me...
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Post by Mosshail on Jun 24, 2018 21:05:23 GMT -5
[ smokefur1 : Please be sure to follow the posts of the people you are roleplaying with. hopestorm and I have both responded, and are not back at camp yet--they decided to wait, not far off. Also, please refer to rule #4 on the main page, as your replies have been very short. Please try to improve this! Thank you.]
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Post by smokefur1 on Jun 24, 2018 21:06:44 GMT -5
I know, I'm sorry. [ smokefur1 : Please be sure to follow the posts of the people you are roleplaying with. hopestorm and I have both responded, and are not back at camp yet--they decided to wait, not far off. Also, please refer to rule #4 on the main page, as your replies have been very short. Please try to improve this! Thank you.]
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Post by Mosshail on Jun 24, 2018 21:08:58 GMT -5
[ smokefur1 : It is okay ^^ Just letting you know. It's for the sake of all of us, haha. Thanks!]
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Post by vocebulery on Jun 24, 2018 21:11:36 GMT -5
Beetlewing stood near the mouth of the gorge, tail twitching nervously as he continuously scented the air around them. He craned his head back to stare up the length of the rock: erupting with weeds and curtains of lichen and twine, these structures must have been here for... Starclan knows how long. And with that, anything could have made its home inside over the moons. Beetlewing glanced at Hawkjaw, studying the other warrior's expression, curious to know how he felt about the situation. Hawkjaw looked, straight faced, around the gorge entrance. He didn't know what to feel in this instance, but he knew now was not the time for fear. He studied the lichen on the rock, a quick smell indicating that the fox had been near, but was that? Groveclan scent also?. The scent was not fresh, but not dull either. He turned to look at Beetlewing, his expression muddled with many different emotions. "Paintpaw is in some serious trouble." He mewed. "But hope is not yet lost."
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Post by ๐ด๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ด on Jun 24, 2018 21:11:42 GMT -5
(( Mosshail I'm not sure if I can move on until Skystar and Paintpaw finish inside the gorge ^^; so kinda just waiting for you, hehe ))
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Post by Mosshail on Jun 24, 2018 21:13:12 GMT -5
Back at camp, Deerleg was worried. The sun was near setting at this point, and half of the Clan was still gone! He decided to make a mental note. Let's see... Skystar, Hawkjaw, Quietsong, Goldenstrike, Thunderfoot, Spottedpath, Smokefur, Beetlewing, Softlight, Paintpaw... they're all still out there... He considered leaving, maybe even gathering a patrol to go look for them, and to see if they needed help. Then, he thought against it. He had overheard the word 'fox' earlier, and he thought worriedly about Jasminefoot. The she-cat was expecting, and he didn't want anything to happen to her. He padded over to the kill pile; it looked pretty stocked. He decided to go look for the queen, and ask her if she wanted some prey. Maybe I'll stop worrying for a while... he thought.
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Post by Mosshail on Jun 24, 2018 21:15:13 GMT -5
[๐ด๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ด : LOL yeah I'm giving some breaks of RPing in between, because I'm not sure if other people want to try and get to RP in the midst of this, lol. Theres a lot of flippin cats on this patrol lmao]
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Post by Mosshail on Jun 24, 2018 21:18:05 GMT -5
Shaken, the tom stared wide-eyed down at Paintpaw. "Paintpaw!" he gasped, his brows twitching. He looked down her, and could see blood glimmering in the faint light that entered the small tunnel. Her eyes were barely open when he made the decision to carefully grab her by the scruff and begin to drag her out. He winced at every noise she made; surely it was extremely painful for the young cat. While he was in the tunnel, he could not make out the extent of her injuries, but she reeked of blood and fox scent. As he reached the mouth of the small cave, he called out. "Some cat, come help me carry Paintpaw out of here! She's alive!"
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Post by vocebulery on Jun 24, 2018 21:18:13 GMT -5
Back at camp, Deerleg was worried. The sun was near setting at this point, and half of the Clan was still gone! He decided to make a mental note. Let's see... Skystar, Hawkjaw, Quietsong, Goldenstrike, Thunderfoot, Spottedpath, Smokefur, Beetlewing, Softlight, Paintpaw... they're all still out there... He considered leaving, maybe even gathering a patrol to go look for them, and to see if they needed help. Then, he thought against it. He had overheard the word 'fox' earlier, and he thought worriedly about Jasminefoot. The she-cat was expecting, and he didn't want anything to happen to her. He padded over to the kill pile; it looked pretty stocked. He decided to go look for the queen, and ask her if she wanted some prey. Maybe I'll stop worrying for a while... he thought. Robinwhisper was subbing serenely near the fresh-kill pile. The clouds allowed for o oh vague glimpses of the rays of sunshine, but anything was welcome to her at this point. I wonder where Paintpaw has gotten off to. She thought, her apprentice had a knack for going above and beyond when it came to hunting, and she had been out of the camp since dawn. It was well past sunhigh. Her thoughts were interrupted when Deerleg, wearing a worried expression on his face, padded to the fresh-kill pile. "Deerleg!" She called, "Have you seen Paintpaw recently?"
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Post by Mosshail on Jun 24, 2018 21:19:29 GMT -5
I'm trying to find a text font that I like to RP in too... gah, hard life]
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Post by smokefur1 on Jun 24, 2018 21:22:05 GMT -5
"That's a good idea," Smokefur said stopping, "I think right in this area should be a good spot." Softlight looked to Smokefur, then back to Quietsong. "Well... Skystar asked us to escort you back...," he started. "Though, they may need immediate help if something is to happen." He could faintly smell the scent of blood, and he closed his eyes tightly for a brief moment, hoping all of his clanmates were okay. "We can stay a little ways off, away from the worst of it. If anything comes up, maybe it's best if you're around, Quietsong. Smokefur and I will still be here to help you, and protect you."
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Post by Mosshail on Jun 24, 2018 21:22:16 GMT -5
Quickly coming out of his daze, the warrior glanced over to Robinwhisper. "Oh... Paintpaw? No, I haven't... Wasn't she with you this morning?" he asked. He didn't recall her ever coming back with Robinwhisper, or even her sister, Bluepool. He hadn't seen her leave with the earlier patrol, either. "She... must still be out hunting... You know how she can get, better than any cat..." he said.
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Post by vocebulery on Jun 24, 2018 21:22:16 GMT -5
Shaken, the tom stared wide-eyed down at Paintpaw. "Paintpaw!" he gasped, his brows twitching. He looked down her, and could see blood glimmering in the faint light that entered the small tunnel. Her eyes were barely open when he made the decision to carefully grab her by the scruff and begin to drag her out. He winced at every noise she made; surely it was extremely painful for the young cat. While he was in the tunnel, he could not make out the extent of her injuries, but she reeked of blood and fox scent. As he reached the mouth of the small cave, he called out. "Some cat, come help me carry Paintpaw out of here! She's alive!" Hawkjaw's mouth dropped at the sight of the once beautiful mangled apprentice. Her beautiful calico coat was marred with blood. He rushed over to Skystar and gingerly took some loose fur from Paintpaw's shoulders into his jaws and pulled lightly in order to help drag the rest of her out. The mouth of the gorge was so small, however, it was nearly impossible for her to not scrape the sides and bottom of the entrance. He hoped he would not cause more damage than had already been bestowed on the she-cat.
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Post by ๐ด๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ด on Jun 24, 2018 21:23:16 GMT -5
(( ahh, alright xD )) (( btw I like "rokkitt" ))
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