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Post by lunamoon on Aug 12, 2018 10:25:16 GMT -5
(( Sure dude))
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Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2018 12:04:09 GMT -5
Spiderpaw’s ears perked at the news of Blossomwish’s pregnancy. “That’s great!” He sajd weakly, he was happy for her but wasn’t sure for Smokestar. The leader always wanted a family but he overheard Mothpaw once saying he just wanted more cats like him in the clan. He didn’t say anything about that as he knew that would upset Blossomwish. “Congratulations.”
Mothpaw ignored Sparrowpaw and Doestep as she walked back to camp. She felt her day was ruined in a sense, but she didn’t blame Doestep. Something about her brother being mentioned in a positive way always upset her. She was glad knowing that know could really get worse.
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Post by lunamoon on Aug 12, 2018 20:12:30 GMT -5
Doestep felt the impending panic begin in stomach like a cluster of loose, jolting spark plugs. With each stride, a mounting tension grew starting from her stiff forelegs to her shaking paws. The she-cat's mind kept replaying the conversation between herself and Mothpaw. Why did she speak her mind? She should have kept silent and played the fool like she always did. "Starclan...Why didn't you shut up?" Doestep's breathing became more rapid, more shallow. She paused her breathe and locked eyes of Sparrowpaw.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2018 21:25:57 GMT -5
Mothpaw slowed her pace as she noticed Doestep's breathing seemed...off. She was breathing fast and her eyes cried of insult and worry. "Are you ok Doestep?" She tilted her head, she'd never seen her mentor so out of it. Doestep was always to chipper and loud. "Doestep?"
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Post by 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭𝔂 on Aug 12, 2018 22:00:30 GMT -5
( i’m so sorry for not replying i’ve been busy all day )Blossomwish ;;
Maybe it was the irony that occurred to the she-cat first. She and Smokestar has just been talking about how they envisioned their kits and how they would like some. Blossomwish remembered a couple names they’d picked out; Firekit and Deerkit. Then came understanding. No wonder she had felt so poorly all day. The calico remembered when her mother and the other queens would discuss how they felt before they found out they were expecting. Blossomwish’s were very similar. Next was overwhelming joy. Blossomwish’s odd eyes lit up with excitement (a bit of a delayed reaction). The warrior had always dreamed of becoming a mother, and today that dream came true. Emotion glittering in her eyes, she said, “Oh my StarClan, that’s wonderful!” She turned and thanked Spiderpaw, then Peachfeather. She froze in her happiness. Smokestar. Her mate needed to know, now. “I’m going to tell Smokestar the news,” Blossomwish babbled, hurrying from the den. She rushed right for her mate, eyes sparkling. “Smokestar!”
Sparrowpaw ;;
Tension was high in the air. Sparrowpaw’s fur prickled uncomfortably, curious as to what happened while he was gone for it to feel this way. Mothpaw, for one, looked rather moody and distant, while Doestep was definitely not her normal, peppy self. Sparrowpaw tried to ignore the feelings around him, ears bent back in discomfort. He tried to quicken his pace, but it felt as if he was moving through mud. He began hearing someone start breathing fast and shallow and his muscles tensed in alarm. Sparrowpaw glanced at Mothpaw - no, it wasn’t her. Then he checked behind himself. Doestep was staggering, seemingly to barely be able to hold herself up. Her normally cheery eyes were clouded with fear, scaring the apprentice. What could see be afraid of? He glanced around, pausing in his tracks. Nothing out of the ordinary.. Sparrowpaw frowned. Maybe Doestep needed to see the medicine cat. “Doestep, there’s nothing to be scared of. Nothing’s around. Do you need to see the medicine cat? You’re acting kinda strange.”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2018 22:24:01 GMT -5
“I’ve been noticing more gators.” Leopardtail murmured to his leader, “How big?” The LaPerm said in a sharp whisper. “Relax! Nothing too big, they’re babies.” The spotted warrior said. Smokestar shook his head, “When there’s babies there’s a mother. A protective mother.” He said coldly as he worried about where the gator’s nest could be. The LaPerm was then distracted by someone calling his name, he looked to see his mate. She seemed much better and excited, he ran to her. “Is everything all right?” He said not sure to be worried or not. Leopardtail scoffed as he was ditched.
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Post by 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭𝔂 on Aug 13, 2018 9:57:21 GMT -5
“I’ve been noticing more gators.” Leopardtail murmured to his leader, “How big?” The LaPerm said in a sharp whisper. “Relax! Nothing too big, they’re babies.” The spotted warrior said. Smokestar shook his head, “When there’s babies there’s a mother. A protective mother.” He said coldly as he worried about where the gator’s nest could be. The LaPerm was then distracted by someone calling his name, he looked to see his mate. She seemed much better and excited, he ran to her. “Is everything all right?” He said not sure to be worried or not. Leopardtail scoffed as he was ditched. Blossomwish ;;
“Oh, it’s more than alright,” Blossomwish breathed, green eyes wide. Her mind was racing a mile a minute and her paws were nearly shaking. “I’m expecting your kits!” The calico continued to babble as she struggled to truly process things. “No wonder I felt so badly. It makes so much sense! And we were only just discussing how we imagined our kits..”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2018 11:09:51 GMT -5
Leopardtail blinked in surprised, he knew Smokestar always wanted kits but it was the last thing he expected from Blossomwish. The curly furred leader jumped up and nuzzled him mate. “Oh that-that’s great!” He purred loudly. The leader was happy to know nothing was wrong with his mate at all but he was more overwhelmed as he knew he’d be a father.
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Post by lunamoon on Aug 13, 2018 14:07:32 GMT -5
Her fur prickled on edge when Mothpaw's and Sparrowpaw's attention suddenly turned to her. Doestep's ears suddenly pinned down to her skull. Her broken mask reconstructed itself on her face, replacing her panic expression with a hardened, cold look. With all her might, she fought the primal urge to hyperventilate and hide. From her stress, Doestep's amber pupils quickly turned into slits. However, panic burned in the pit of her stomach and tried to claw itself out of her sharpened teeth. The she-cat's tail whipped around aggressively. "I'm fine Mothapw and Sparrowpaw. There;s nothing wrong." She stated coldly, pushing past Mothpaw. However, she accidentally bumped into Sparrowpaw with her tail whipping and hitting him in the face.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2018 14:20:49 GMT -5
Mothpaw stepped back startled but the warrior’s sudden coldness. And at the sight of Doestep bumping into Sparrowpaw, Mothpaw spike a little more clearly than usual. “No you’re not!” She stayed and went to Sparrowpaw’s side. The LaPerm didn’t know what had gotten into Doestep and frankly, it was making her nervous.
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Post by lunamoon on Aug 13, 2018 14:47:26 GMT -5
Doestep snarled at Mothpaw, revealing razor-sharp white fangs. "Go back to camp Mothpaw. That's a order." She lowly hissed to her apprentice. Doestep felt invisible wires tug at her limbs, forcing to move forward. "Run. Run. Need to escape. Run. Run. Run!", Primal thoughts of death and survival stormed in her head and thundered each word with deafening clarity. She needed to escape. She needed to run. Escape. It was her only why.
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Post by 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭𝔂 on Aug 13, 2018 14:55:50 GMT -5
Leopardtail blinked in surprised, he knew Smokestar always wanted kits but it was the last thing he expected from Blossomwish. The curly furred leader jumped up and nuzzled him mate. “Oh that-that’s great!” He purred loudly. The leader was happy to know nothing was wrong with his mate at all but he was more overwhelmed as he knew he’d be a father. Blossomwish ;;
“Yes it is,” Blossomwish purred, just as loud as her mate. She nuzzled him in return, tail curling in the air happily. As she pulled away, her joyful green eyes became almost stern. “Just because I’m pregnant doesn’t mean you should treat me any differently. I still want to help out in the Clan while I still can.” The energetic she-cat liked working around in the camp, but the main reason she’d said that is because she didn’t want to be stuck in the nursery longer than she needed to be. The den was empty at the moment and Blossomwish would find it lonely.
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Post by 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭𝔂 on Aug 13, 2018 15:04:11 GMT -5
Sparrowpaw ;;
Sparrowpaw watched as Doestep’s expression went from panicky to cold in a split second. The tom was still frozen in place, heart racing as he watched the warrior have a complete demeanor change. He knew the she-cat could be a bit... awkward, but this was a whole new level.
The brown tabby stumbled back as he was bumped into, almost turning and hissing at Doestep since he was so high strung at the moment. His blue gaze met hers once more and Sparrowpaw nearly shivered. Her pupils had dilated to slits, unmasking some of the pure terror in her eyes. What was wrong with her? Sparrowpaw felt helpless; he wasn’t very empathetic and couldn’t understan what the warrior was going through.
Then Doestep ran. Sparrowpaw moved to run after her, but his paws felt stiff - as if they were frozen. He glanced at Mothpaw, mouth slightly open as he tried to find words to say. “..is this my fault?”
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Post by kanti on Aug 13, 2018 15:34:17 GMT -5
| Dracula | Male | 13 Moons | Kitty-pet | kanti | | Dracula is a dark grey, almost black tom that is very lanky, despite being a kitty-pet. He is well fed, and his coat shines with a glossy, well taken care of glow, but he is as tall and skinny as a stick. His entire coat is all one color, and his fur is long and course. He has a sharp snout with a little black nose on the end, and ears that are sharp with tufts along the end. He has dark grey eyes, the same color as his coat. Dracula has a feathery tail, and fragile paws, all in all making him look quite feminine for a tom. His voice is even more dainty than others, though an explanation for that might be that well... He was fixed. Dracula is a very refined fellow, who thinks that because of his upbringing he is better than everyone else. He thinks that warriors are savages, but at the same time he's all bark and no bite. Dracula couldn't take a swing to save his life, he has no muscles, and no sense of direction, or awareness, or any of the smarts that clan cats have. He may come off as pompous, but Dracula hasn't really learned any better. He was solitary his whole life, truth be told being around others gives him some anxiety, but he tries to cope with it by convincing himself that he's better than them. If given the chance, one might find the tom has a big heart, and is willing to try to prove himself. | |Cool water|
{ I was planning for Dracula to get lost deep in the woods on a camping trip, where he comes across the clan cats? And he begs for them to escort him back to his house because he's not good with directions, and is scared to go alone. But along the way, he learns to really like the cats he's journeying with and decides to want to stay with them in the end. c: }
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Post by 𝑓𝑜𝑥 on Aug 13, 2018 16:16:04 GMT -5
| Twistedfoot | Male | 54 moons | Warrior | 𝒻𝑜𝓍 | | Twistedfoot could easily be considered a huge tom-an intimidating sight, he is not only massively built, but heavily muscled. The tom's coat is thick and feathered, completely white in color and a set of piercing yellow eyes sit in what could have been a handsome face, if his expression didn't always appear so worn. His paws rival even the rest of his body in size, appearing almost too large for him. Twistedfoot earned his name for an injury received in his early apprenticeship. After being dared by his fellow apprentices to climb a massive, rotted tree, he suffered a fall after a branch broke off, breaking his right hind paw in many places. The injured foot was so bad that it could't heal normally, healing in an abnormal, twisted fashion that still hardly holds weight, yet doesn't slow Twistedfoot down. This anecdote says much about the tom's character. He is esteemed for his resilience-the tom has always been a hard-worker and a dedicated warrior. His serious demeanor can be a bit off-putting, as Twistedfoot is nothing short of stoic, a cat of few words and of a very curt and gruff demeanor on the occasion they are uttered. However, Twistedfoot it nothing but a warrior at heart, he is loyal to fault and willing to take orders or make sacrifices for his clanmates without question. Twistedfoot has resolved himself entirely to his clan, and wishes only to see it prosper. He lost his little brother, Greytail, in the floods, and has been even more cool and isolated lately due of his grief. | | Cool Water |
| Shellpaw | Male | 10 moons | Apprentice | 𝒻𝑜𝓍 | |Shellpaw is svelte and muscular, a healthy and handsome young tom. He has vaguely Siamese features-an angular head, a long neck and legs, and a set of little, oval-shaped paws. He has a silky fawn coat with dark seal point markings, and clear blue eyes. Shellpaw is a big personality-loud and energetic, always bouncing around and under somebodies paws. He's very playful and humorous, one to tease others and joke whenever he can. However, this immaturity often contributes to his lack of responsibility. While he can be a bit much at times, Shellpaw is a cat with a genuine heart of gold. The tom is always first to lend a helping paw, and his favorite thing is to see others happy. That's why he's always so animated and lively--in hopes that his actions will make somebody smile. He's actually incredibly selfless, and always puts others before himself, which costs him at times. All in all, Shellpaw is dedicated to, and essentially lives for, others. He was an only child, and lost both of his parents in the snow floods, but is trying his best not to let it get him down. | | Cool Water |
| Swiftpaw | Female | 8 moons | Apprentice | 𝒻𝑜𝓍 | | Lithe and dainty in body, Swiftpaw has a feathery coat of black and white patched fur, and pale amber eyes. She's is a mix between enticing daredevil and sarcastic jerk. She has little regard for others emotions, speaking her mind at all times and only ever replying in snide and sarcastic remarks. Swiftpaw adventurous by nature-the she-cat will go to any lengths to do whatever it is she's not supposed to. She's constantly breaking the warrior code, sneaking out, crossing borders, visiting Twoleg places--if it's forbidden, she's been there, done that. Impulsive and rash, she never thinks through her decisions, and this makes for a lot of unnecessary injuries. This stems from her not really valuing her own life--she almost hopes one of her adventures will kill her. Her rebelliousness is a result of her feeling unwanted and unaccepted-she was found abandoned as a kit near the territory. She still doesn't feel quite at home with clan life knowing this, feeling like her life was supposed to be much different than it ended up. Emotions are definitely not her strong suite, and she has serious problems facing any that aren't adrenaline or anger. She's not well liked by most cats she meets since she's so rude, but there is something enticing about the aura of danger that surrounds her. | | Cool Water |
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Post by kanti on Aug 13, 2018 19:01:28 GMT -5
(Hi Fox! I like your characters a lot. c: Do you think it would be okay if I made a mentor for Swiftpaw? I think she’d be fun to try to corral.)
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Post by lunamoon on Aug 13, 2018 19:15:07 GMT -5
((Oh hello there! It's really nice to meet you! Would you guys like to rp? I have Kresetelpaw open! ))
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Post by kanti on Aug 13, 2018 19:21:14 GMT -5
(Hi Luna! c: I would love to, but I’m going to wait to be accepted before I RP. Don’t want to step on anyone’s toes.)
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Post by lunamoon on Aug 13, 2018 19:57:14 GMT -5
(( Of course dude! I completely understand))
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Post by 𝑓𝑜𝑥 on Aug 13, 2018 20:01:10 GMT -5
(Hi Fox! I like your characters a lot. c: Do you think it would be okay if I made a mentor for Swiftpaw? I think she’d be fun to try to corral.) [ hey, thanks! ^^ and that sounds great honestly, she's... she's sure something. xD ]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2018 20:14:53 GMT -5
𝑓𝑜𝑥 kanti I’ll add you tomorrow, ^^) And yeah we can have that mini plot with Dracula, lmao his name I love it.) Mothpaw stepped back from Doestep’s sudden fury, “Doestep...” She muttered more out of fear than anything. She pressed against Sparrowpaw as she thought Doestep was actually going to attack them. Doestep seemed to lash out but something made her run. The apprentice sighed in relief as Doestep ran off, ‘Why are you happy? She’s your clan mate! But she...’ “What’s wrong with her?” Mothpaw said with worry. She glanced at Sparrowpaw who blamed himself, “No, if anything it’s me. I asked her about Smokestar...” Did her brother have something to do with this? Mothpaw sat down, “What do we do?” Smokestar purred, “Treat you like everyone else? Of course not!” He laughed, “You’re expecting my kits, our kits!” He pressed against her, “I can imagine what I’d do if something happened to you. But I know you too well.” He looked at the medicine den, “You can help Peachfeather, I know the nursery at the moment can be lonely.”
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Post by 𝑓𝑜𝑥 on Aug 13, 2018 20:18:57 GMT -5
[ thanks! do you have any ocs open you'd like to rp with?? o: ]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2018 20:27:20 GMT -5
(I only have Dappledleaf if that’s ok.)
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Post by lunamoon on Aug 13, 2018 20:27:40 GMT -5
The screeching wind and pounding sound of her paws reverberated through Doestep's as she sprinted through the undergrowth towards Deer Thicket. The willow trees around her transformed into gnarled spider-like fingers threatening to reach down and rip her from the dark earth underneath her. Panicked and alone, she glanced up at the arching branches in complete terror. Was this her punishment for questioning Starclan? Or was this just her terror-filled mind playing tricks on her. The line between reality and fiction blurred in her mind, clouding her thoughts like a restless storm. "Run. Run. Run. Run." The mantra repeated underneath her breathe as her lungs desperately screamed for air. Panic ignited into her stomach and pulsed through out her body as she forced her paws to move faster. With each paw step, her unsheathed claws marred the soft ground underneath her paws. She has to escape. Run. Run. Run faster. Her thoughts became fragmented and clouded with the primal urge to escape and hide. She had to. It was the only was she could not die. Coming into a clearing, her slitted amber eyes locked onto the sky above; specifically, the chandelier of stars that painted the jet black canvas of the night sky. Terrified and anxious, she screamed up into the sky,""Starclan why? Why are you doing this to me! Why aren't you helping me!" However, she was meant with no answer. Her desperate cries of help were however quelled by the waves of the river at Deer Thicket as she tripped into the stagnant water.
Trashing and struggling to stay above the water, Doestep struggled to keep her head above water as the currents threatened to drag her away. "Somebody! Anybody! Help me!" She cried out in fear. However, unlike her calls to Starclan, she was meant with a answer. Something moved towards in the rippling river that formed of mud and stone and obsidian and malachite, the color of stagnant water, the color of muddy death. An alligator. They are simply such sinister, implacable things, knobbed and armored like dragons out of nightmares, able to rip a cat apart in seconds. A set of snaggled, razor-sharp teeth pulled Doestep underneath the water, ripping into her tail. Clawing for air, she struggled underneath the grasp of the powerful predatory reptile. As she desperately clawed and attacked the alligator, she found that fighting was hopeless. The alligator had ripped her tail clean from her body, leaving only a bob. Several deep gashes littered the she-cat's wet pelt as she washed up on shore. A large cut from her shoulder to leg bled heavily, mixing with mud and water. A large cut appeared on the bridge of her nose and small cuts were on her left ear from the sharp rocks underneath in the water. Doestep struggled to stay awake before she passed out from the incident.
(( I got lazy at the end #sorry2k18 ))
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Post by lunamoon on Aug 13, 2018 20:29:16 GMT -5
(( I have Kresetelpaw! ))
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Post by 𝑓𝑜𝑥 on Aug 13, 2018 20:36:05 GMT -5
[ Twistedfoot could rp with Dappledleaf, and Shellpaw with Kestrelpaw? Would y'all like me to post starters? ]
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Post by lunamoon on Aug 13, 2018 20:40:22 GMT -5
(( Sure dude!))
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2018 20:44:39 GMT -5
(Lol lazy? You wrote more than I ever will lol.) (I also have Crickethum) Crickethum was walking along the border, he’d told Foampaw to keep practicing his battle moves while he patrolled. The tom walked in a rhythm as he swished his tail with the continuous sound of the water. He hummed as he walked past Weasel River, ignoring the overgrown ferrets. He purred as he knew he was heading towards the deer thicket, he loved it there. It was so serene and calming, he thought to himself that he should take a break once he’s there. From the corner of his eye, the tom noticed the river getting red, blood. He stopped humming and slowed down, did a gator get a deer? He froze when he saw a cat’s tail drifting by. He let out a gasp and charged ahead. “DOESTEP!” He cries as he saw the she-cat bloodied and ripped apart on the rocky shore. Crickethum saw a large gator resting on the other side of the river. The warrior raced against time as he quickly lifted the cat onto his back, he held in a cry as chunks of blood and flesh fell from her. “Doestep...” He whispered to her as the gator made eye contact with him. He barely felt a pulse, her heart...’Is it even beating?” The warrior scurried off the shore as the gator sank into the water. He ran as fast as he could back to camp not looking back.
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Post by 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭𝔂 on Aug 13, 2018 21:06:31 GMT -5
( i have sagecreek and applefall open. i think kestrelpaw is applefall’s apprentice.. and i guess peachfeather is open now )
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Post by lunamoon on Aug 13, 2018 21:14:44 GMT -5
The familiar presence of complete and utter oblivion swept Doestep's in its gentle embrace. It left her alone in a comfortable silent that whispered sugary-sweet words into her ears to accept her fate. However, she couldn't help about the true nature of death. In the end, there was nothing. It all begins. It all ends. End. Why should she fight? Why not embrace the sweet release of death and stay within the realm of darkness? Her mind, desperate and tired, tried to comprehend the weight of her situation. She was dying. "But...I want to live..." The single thought reverberated into the emptiness of the void around her. The words repeated themselves in her head as she suddenly ripped from the brink of death into reality. Pain pulsed through every fiber of her body. Doestep's mind struggled to gather information about the world around with no anvil. The repetitious movement of Crickethum's strides became evident to her. One amber eyes slowly opened up to see the world spinning around her in a mix of red, blue, and green. A trail of crimson blood splattered across the marshland grass, painting the serene landscape like something out of a nightmare. Why was she bleeding? What happened? Where was she? Doestep tried to recall the events that lead to this situation but could only remember the sound of ripping flesh, cracking bones, and splashing water. "W-Where am I?" The words strangled out of her harshly.
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