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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2018 18:25:10 GMT -5
(All my cats are open if you want to rp. My medicine cat is open if you want him to check on your wounded cats.)
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Tekoa
"If at first you don't succeed, call it version 1.0"
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Post by Tekoa on Aug 26, 2018 18:40:59 GMT -5
Pineshade is with Littlefoot infront of the medicine cat den if you'd like to join them ^^ Also, Fawngaze is open too ))
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2018 19:29:05 GMT -5
(Sorry I poofed.) (Ok.)
Gracklefur saw both Pineshade and Littlefoot in front of his den, he walked past them and went straight into his den and started mashing up berries. “Come in.” He muttered was a raspy low voice. He already treated their wounds however he did tell them to see him everyday to redress the wounds. He didn’t really talk to them much so small talk didn’t occur as Gracklefur put aside the mashed up berries and took out a leaf that curved like a bowl. In it was honey, he poured some on the berries he mashed and put it away, he then topped it off with thyme. The strange mash of berries wasn’t for healing but rather for restoring energy. The tom hadn’t slept since the attack. The paste was equivalent to that drink twolegs are always drinking, Gracklefur chewed on the paste as he stared back at the cats.
Crowface was on the other side of camp grooming his wounds. He was scolded by Gracklefur to leave them be but the tom found the leaves he put over the wounds rather irritating. Crowface has been bitten in the legs by a fox and had bit and scratch marks dashed across his body. Unlike Treeshade who hid halfway through the fight. He sat under the shade as he also had a rather plump squirrel beside him. He looked like he was treating himself to a relaxing day more than anything.
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Tekoa
"If at first you don't succeed, call it version 1.0"
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Post by Tekoa on Aug 26, 2018 20:24:28 GMT -5
Pineshade | Camp | Littlefoot (@aconite ), Gracklefur (@fortunata )Pineshade's throat rumbled in contemptment as he savoured a bite of hare. The white tom's paws curled carefully under his chest, while his one hind leg crooked out from underneath him. He tried his best to keep attention from it, even leaned on it slightly to prove how unaffected he was. This was all a front, however, as sharp pang of protest sparked under his weight. Doing his best to hide a grimace, Pineshade decided to focus on what was in front of him. In this case, that was Littlefoot. The little warrior's kind words and gentle temperament was centering in the turbulent ordeal the clan had faced. With Frostedstar's unexpected kitting, the fox attack, and all the injuries that transpired afterwards, the clan had a lot to recover from. "We're lucky that the clan was left with only injuries, no deaths," Pineshade said solemnly, his serious tone out of character. The fox had dawned a nasty infection in many of the cats it had bitten, probably from eating carrion. It was skinny, hunger crazed and teetering on starvation. Thats why it faced such a large group of cats so viciously. Wheren't mice and small rodents it's normal prey source? Pineshade shook his head as his train of thoughts traveled in the wrong direction. Maybe he had landed a little hard on his head. Littlefoot's voice redirected him from the tangles of questions he had building from the past three days. He studied her expression through a quiet green gaze, drawing a single paw over his muzzle to clean his whiskers. "Thank you, Littlefoot." He said earnestly, a smile creeping onto his muzzle. This moment was short lived, however, as Gracklefur trodded past them with a terse "come in." Looking back at Littlefoot with an apologetic shrug, the tom lifted onto his paws and limped after the medicine cat. He planned to return to his meal with his clanmate, glancing over his shoulder at her as he entered the medicine cat den. Knowing all too well that Grackelfur wasn't fond of smalltalk, Pineshade didn't try to force any conversation. Instead, he greeted the black furred tom with a dip of his head.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2018 20:30:29 GMT -5
“Everything feels fine?” Gracklefur asked without a hint of sympathy. “I had to force Frostedstar to tell me how she was feeling. So don’t test me.” He chewed on the berries as he took off the old cobwebs from Pineshade’s wounds. All were healing well expect one deep wound with worms in it. Gracklefur didn’t tell the warrior but he’d put maggots in his wounds to clean it. “Wow it worked.” He smirked, he’d put the maggots in while Pineshade was sleeping. He ignored whatever reaction the tom was going to have and causally flicked off the worns. He put fresh cobwebs on the wounds and sat back. “Done. Now get out.” Gracklefur didn’t even offer a lollipop! How dare he?’
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2018 20:31:58 GMT -5
(Grackle you need to work on your bedside manner)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2018 20:41:54 GMT -5
(Gracklefur holding a bowl of maggots, “eh?”)
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Tekoa
"If at first you don't succeed, call it version 1.0"
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Post by Tekoa on Aug 26, 2018 20:52:49 GMT -5
PIneshade- oh yeah I mean it just felt oddly wriggly-OMG MAGGOTS WHAT THE WHAT xD))
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Tekoa
"If at first you don't succeed, call it version 1.0"
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Post by Tekoa on Aug 26, 2018 21:14:55 GMT -5
Pineshade | Camp | Gracklefur (@fortunata ), Littlefoot (aconite)Pineshade sat on his haunches with his hindleg extended in front of the medicine cat. Watching curiously as Gracklefur removed the cobweb dressings, the white and orange tom scrunched up his nose. The skin of his wound was ripped into little punctures, with the fur surrounding it torn and matted red. It twinged at the touch, as all deep wounds would, but the only severe damage was the strain on the ligaments. Of course, he didn't know that, so his response was vague and unaware. "It just hurts when I put weight on it." Pineshade shrugged, trying to seem unaffected, "but I shouldn't be complaining, right?"
The tom stayed as still as he could as the medicine cat redressed his wound. The foxes' saliva was riddled with bacteria that caused the infection, so the maggots did their job beautifully unbeknownst to him- who had not yet noticed their contribution. It was Gracklefur's exclamation that "something had worked" that made the tom cast a confused glance to his leg. What had worked? Pale larvae wriggled beside his paw, causing Pineshade to recoil- aghast. His eyes snapped back to Grackelfur, confused and disgusted, but knew better than to challenge the medicine cat on his work. Dismissed, he picked himself and limped as quickly as he could out of the medicine cat den. His leg felt better the more he used it, and the wound would heal. Eventually. In a few days, his limp would subside, and the tom would only have to worry about reopening the injury. Pineshade returned to Littlefoot, pale and feeling nauseous at the thought of the maggots contact with his flesh. "You don't want to know." He said simply, nosing the hare towards the little brown tabby. He'd lost his appetite.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2018 21:35:46 GMT -5
Gracklefur gave a loud snicker as he saw the look in the tom’s eyes. “There’s plenty more where that came from!” He actually had a stash of dead rats hidden near camp in a stump, every once in a while he’d go a collect a few. He’d then store the maggots in a deep hole he dug that had meat chucks and bones in it. He swallowed his berry mash and walked out the den feeling oddly hungry. He walked towards Pineshade, “Going to finish that?” He pointed to the hare with a grin.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2018 1:37:03 GMT -5
Littlefoot VerglasClan Camp With Pineshade & Gracklefur [Tekoa & @fortunata ]
She tried her best to focus on the good - the food in front of her and the warmth spreading to her belly as she ate. The tom in front of her, though injured, seemed to be...in relatively good spirits. As good as he could be, considering the situation. It was nice to see, and she felt rather content. Things will be okay, she thought firmly. When Gracklefur's voice interrupted her thoughts, she flicked her gaze upwards and watched the Medicine Cat, an amused twitch coming to her whiskers. "Good luck," she whispered to Pineshade as he went in, before she redirected her attention to the hare. Littlefoot ate as much as she could - which was, of course, not much. Half of the hare still remained. The small molly sat up and began washing, drawing her paw over her whiskers and washing her paws thoroughly. Her claws still ached from when she'd fallen, but it wasn't a big problem. In fact - no injury had befallen her. It was a blessing, she supposed, to have come out unscathed. Aside from aching limbs from running so much, she was okay. Her ears perked when Pineshade, though her expression shifted from excitement to bemused confusion as he spoke. "When you say that, I only grow more curious," she told him, gaze flicking to Gracklefur as the Medicine Cat emerged. After a glance to Pineshade, she pushed the hare towards the tom with both paws. "We're done, the rest of it is yours," she mewed. "You have been working hard, Gracklefur. Have you had any rest?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2018 10:15:12 GMT -5
Before Gracklefur took a bite of the prey, he gave a cold chuckled. He looked at at the She-cat with lazy hooded eyes, “I hardly ever slept to begin with.” He then began to devour the hare as if he hadn’t eaten in days. Gracklefur usually slept once every other day, he had the habit of pulling all nighters. Even if no one is injured, he’ll bury himself in his desk messing around with his herbs. He was usually the kind of cat to work until it’s done. It took him three moons to create the maggots treatment and he slept for about a week straight after that. And ever since the fox attack, he’d had no time to sleep at all. Gracklefur knew this kind of lifestyle would probably be his demise but he found himself oddly enjoying it. He felt like he had a purpose.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2018 13:03:58 GMT -5
(Good evening! sorry, busy day!)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2018 13:07:18 GMT -5
(Hey Velvet✨)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2018 13:10:51 GMT -5
(hey fort! how are you?)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2018 13:13:03 GMT -5
(Good, just chilling at home.) You?)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2018 13:17:03 GMT -5
(finally finishing up lochclan XD I've never put so much planning into a clan XD)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2018 13:27:23 GMT -5
(I notice you make a lot of clans. But I love creating clans, I think I enjoy the creating part more than the rping) (I wish I could work on my clan but since my laptop tragically died, I can’t really do anything lol)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2018 13:29:27 GMT -5
(I'm sorry to hear it! Never fun when a laptop dies)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2018 13:42:07 GMT -5
(Yah, my poor drawing tablet is collecting dust)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2018 13:47:19 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2018 13:55:54 GMT -5
(Good evening nite! how are you?)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2018 14:06:08 GMT -5
(*cracks knuckles* at last, it is done XD now that's finished, would anyone like to continue?)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2018 14:25:01 GMT -5
{ I'm very on/off at the moment, oops. Good evening. I'm decent. }
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2018 14:26:46 GMT -5
(sorry for being poofy, had a busy evening. back now though!) Watching as the five kits formed a pile of fluff and squirming by her side, she leant down to nuzzle each kit with an amused purr. Motherhood was bizarre to her, and her pain only numbed her ability to think straight and care for the tiny bundles of fluff curled up beside her. "Tallkit," she said quietly, nudging the long legged kitten in an affectionate manner. "Sagekit," she turned her attention briefly to the tom kit, "Dovekit," she added, tickling the kitten carrying the same pelt as her father between the ears in an affectionate manner. Purring in amusement as the kit rolled over and battered at her muzzle in protest at the strange attention. Then looking down to the remaining pair, "But I decided not to take all the naming for myself," she explained. Knowing her mate would likely be annoyed had that been the case, "So these little ones don't have names just yet." (would you like to continue nite? understand if not )
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2018 15:27:08 GMT -5
Pigeonsong Frostedstar's Den Talking with Frostedstar [@velveteenwolf]
He listened intently, watching each kit in turn as they were introduced. He twitched his nose and refocused his attention on Frostedstar, purr still rumbling and showing no intention of stopping. The tom's tail moved back and forth lazily, a constant motion that stopped him from becoming too restless. "They are beautiful kits," Pigeonsong told his daughter firmly, "and they will grow to be as strong as you." Hopefully they would inherit the good and none of the bad from their family - though he hoped to see them follow in the pawsteps of their ancestors as clever warriors and, it seemed, stubborn leaders. His whiskers twitched and he glanced to the entrance briefly. "Your warriors are fine," he mewed, "those who are injured will recover. Gracklefur is a good Medicine Cat."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2018 16:35:52 GMT -5
(sorry for the poof!)
As her father had been speaking, an especially biting cold had split through the den and the queen fluffed her mottled fur up in an attempt to keep the ice from her dark fur. Drawing the kittens closer in an attempt to keep the cold from their tiny forms, leafbare and premature kittens was never a good mix, and the worry darkened her gaze as she watched them squirm closer to her flank with quiet mewling sounds. Her gaze softened as she watched them, brushing her fur against her mate's spine in thanks for the warmth of his fur against her. Before returning her icy gaze to her father's, "Thank you, Pigeonsong," she said quietly. Though there seemed to be a tone to her voice which indicated she was genuinely grateful for her father's kind words. [/sub[
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Tekoa
"If at first you don't succeed, call it version 1.0"
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Post by Tekoa on Aug 27, 2018 20:35:29 GMT -5
Sorry for being poofy! I'll read through and then reply. ))
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Tekoa
"If at first you don't succeed, call it version 1.0"
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Post by Tekoa on Aug 27, 2018 20:55:40 GMT -5
Pineshade | Camp | Littlefoot (@aconite ), Gracklefur (@fortunata ) Pineshade shuffled out of the medicine cat's way as he joined them. "It's all yours," He responded, regarding Grackelfur with a distrustful glint to his green eyes. The tom would get over himself quickly, as he always did, but maggots? A shiver crawled up his spine as the thought triggered an image of carrion wriggling with the vile larvae-like insects. That was a low blow. Pineshade turned his attention back to Littlefoot, his long fluffy tail curling over orange paws. Blinking tiredly, he listened absent-mindedly to the conversation. He suddenly wondered how quickly the clan would return to routine. Especially with Frostedstar still recovering, they were essentially under Wolverineslash's command.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2018 21:00:04 GMT -5
(oh lordy grackle worries me sometimes XD)
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