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Post by *MorningGlory* on Dec 9, 2018 22:59:05 GMT -5
Clamclaw left the medicine cat den after getting his tail wrapped up in herbs and cobwebs. He spotted Connie and glanced around as he walked over to her, hoping no one would notice. He was sure the clan cats wouldn't mind and would be able to handle any confrontation from them but he didn't want the rogues giving her any trouble. He was glad to see she appeared unharmed. "how are you?" Clamclaw asked as he approached.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2018 23:02:28 GMT -5
Slenderoak had remained in the nursery with the kits and other queens. She was close to having her own kits but that didn’t stop her from hissing and swiping at a few rogues. After the bloodbath, she’s snuck out to search for Jaggedtalon, her heart raced and cried as she saw the dead bodies pile up. She prayed that her mate wasn’t one of them, “Jaggedtalon.” She mewed tiredly as she spotted him, she rushed over and press against his pointy fur.
Nickel, showing no care that he’s just bashed his son’s face into a tree, stopped Heathernose and purred. He stalked over to her and put on a saddened face. “I’m sorry your clan suffered so many loses. Some of those cats were just too young...”
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Dec 9, 2018 23:06:59 GMT -5
Connie looked up surprised that Clamclaw was talking to her. "I'm a little sore but okay." She noticed his wrapped up tail and tilted her head. "You look beat up." She hesitated before speaking again. "I'm... sorry for all of this."
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Dec 9, 2018 23:09:24 GMT -5
Heathernose inwardly groaned as Nickle started talking. She slowly lifted her head and wished he would just go away. "Pretty sure I saw you helping your rogues in the fight." She growled.
Jaggedtalon perked up and attempted to sit up. This ended up being a mistake and he lets out a hiss of pain. He should probably get his wounds checked out. "Are you all right? Did they hurt you?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2018 23:09:55 GMT -5
During the battle, Baylor was crying against her mother’s fur and blocking out the sight of her friends and clanmates be killed. She hadn’t seen her father and was growing terrified of the thought that he was dead.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2018 23:12:35 GMT -5
Heathernose inwardly groaned as Nickle started talking. She slowly lifted her head and wished he would just go away. "Pretty sure I saw you helping your rogues in the fight." She growled. Jaggedtalon perked up and attempted to sit up. This ended up being a mistake and he lets out a hiss of pain. He should probably get his wounds checked out. "Are you all right? Did they hurt you?" Nickel ignored the she-cat’s disgust for him and laid beside her, “Had I not fought, Bluesmoke would have killed me. He’d call me a traitor or weak!” Slenderoak helped Jaggedtalon sit up and started to lick his wounds clean, “Don’t worry, I was in the nursery with Raincloud. You’re the injured one. Come on, we need to get you checked out.” She said meeting his gaze.
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Dec 9, 2018 23:22:43 GMT -5
"I suppose." Heathernose mewed before letting out a sigh. "Are things going to get worse for us?" She asked her voice softening a little.
"Would be for the best." Jaggedtalon shakily gets to his paws and allows Slenderoak to guide him to the medicine cats den.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2018 23:48:00 GMT -5
(Gtg night✨) Slenderoak nodded and helped her mate to the medicine den, she decided to distract him as they passed the injured and the dead. She was glad to see that he brother wasn’t in the role of dead cats. She looked back at her mate, “This morning I felt a couple kicks.” She purred.
Nickel shrugged and stretched out his paws, unsheathing his claws, “Beats me. Honestly I don’t think you cats will give up.” He smiled, “It’s almost admirable...”
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Post by MadFaith on Dec 10, 2018 0:33:55 GMT -5
The shecats' white fur was stained shades of red and pink. She was sitting in a corner, licking her fur to clean it. "I'm not badly hurt. A few cuts that I'll have to see Gracklefur for later but I'll let him tend the serious cases. I heard Clamclaw got the tip of his tail bitten off. How are you?" she asked The large warrior arched an eyebrow, scanning the she-cat to make sure she was telling the truth and not merely being a martyr. Satisfied enough with his findings he dipped his head, "That is honourable of you to let the others go first." He appreciated that, a cat who put her clan ahead of herself, something that Moosecharge always tried to do. "That fox heart rogue Ajax," he spat the name out like a foul taste, "was trying to attack the kits, Ploverheart and I made sure he didn't." The tom's ears lowered as he dipped his head once more, "She was amazing, fighting with all of the force of StarClan to protect those kits, but in the endStarClan decided it was time for her to join their ranks, I feel lucky to have come out of that alive..." He realized that he hadn't actually answered the she-cat's question yet and shrugged slightly, "I kept myself in the entrance of the nursery to make sure he couldn't get in so just the front of my took his blows, mostly my face and chest." One of his eyes had swollen shut from a large gash that ran from his ear down his forehead to his muzzle and his nose had been split, along with some deep cuts along his chest and front legs. "I'll be fine though."
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Post by Voidastral on Dec 10, 2018 7:53:31 GMT -5
Dovebreeze picked herself up from where she sat beside her brothers body and looked for her sister and father. Where were they? She needed to tell them what happened to Oriolecry. The she-cat searched for them with barely blurry vision. She felt a nudge to which she found Snowpaw. The she-cat was asking if she may take Oriolecry's body to the Elder's den. Dovebreeze debates for just a moment before nodding. The silky white apprentice begins to carefully take her brothers body to the elder's den.
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Dec 10, 2018 7:54:27 GMT -5
Eveningbreeze had done her own inspection of the tom. His wounds seemed to be deep but they weren't life threatening. She nodded, satisfied, glad he wasn't horribly injured. She leaned forward and licked a little bit of blood that was beading out if the cut on his nose. "Thank you, for keeping the queens and kits safe," she mewed, "that's really honorable of you. This rogues... They weren't holding anything back. It was like...they've been waiting for this...waiting to slaughter us.." she shivered and her eyes grew wide as she spoke, meeting his gaze fearfully.
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Post by MadFaith on Dec 10, 2018 19:05:30 GMT -5
Eveningbreeze had done her own inspection of the tom. His wounds seemed to be deep but they weren't life threatening. She nodded, satisfied, glad he wasn't horribly injured. She leaned forward and licked a little bit of blood that was beading out if the cut on his nose. "Thank you, for keeping the queens and kits safe," she mewed, "that's really honorable of you. This rogues... They weren't holding anything back. It was like...they've been waiting for this...waiting to slaughter us.." she shivered and her eyes grew wide as she spoke, meeting his gaze fearfully. As she licked his nose, Moosecharge found himself staring cross-eyed at his nose, his ears burning - he was not expecting that. Blinking rapidly and shaking his head, Moosecharge attempted to regain his composure, licking the blood off of his chest fur. As she mentioned his actions, he found himself smiling softly, "I'm sure any one of us would have done the same, I'm just sorry I couldn't save Ploverheart too..." His smile faded as he spoke and his head lowered, wishing he could have prevented that.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2018 20:56:46 GMT -5
During the battle, Skunkkit was crying against her mother’s fur and blocking out the sight of her friends and clanmates be killed. She hadn’t seen her father and was growing terrified of the thought that he was dead. For Glory ^ Brightmoss is open too ) Brightmoss was one of the few cats to not fight as he didn’t think striking in broad daylight was smart. But it didn’t stope Nickle from pouncing on him and tearing his fur to shreds. The father had bashed his son’s face into a tree and broke his nose, Brightmoss barely had a second to fight back. Now the young tom was in the shadows and hiding in the edge of camp with blood gushing out from his wounds that dashed acrossed his fur. He was hitched against a tree, watching both rogues and warriors get themselves patched up. He gave a deadly glare at Nickle who was licking his glossy coat. Brightmoss felt something spark in him, something he’d never felt, the feeling of rage. He wanted to kill that tom.
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Dec 10, 2018 21:48:36 GMT -5
Eveningbreeze had done her own inspection of the tom. His wounds seemed to be deep but they weren't life threatening. She nodded, satisfied, glad he wasn't horribly injured. She leaned forward and licked a little bit of blood that was beading out if the cut on his nose. "Thank you, for keeping the queens and kits safe," she mewed, "that's really honorable of you. This rogues... They weren't holding anything back. It was like...they've been waiting for this...waiting to slaughter us.." she shivered and her eyes grew wide as she spoke, meeting his gaze fearfully. As she licked his nose, Moosecharge found himself staring cross-eyed at his nose, his ears burning - he was not expecting that. Blinking rapidly and shaking his head, Moosecharge attempted to regain his composure, licking the blood off of his chest fur. As she mentioned his actions, he found himself smiling softly, "I'm sure any one of us would have done the same, I'm just sorry I couldn't save Ploverheart too..." His smile faded as he spoke and his head lowered, wishing he could have prevented that. Eveningbreeze's gaze grew soft. "Hey... every warrior goes into battle knowing they're riskng their lives. Ploverheart knew the risk and she fought bravely. She died protecting her clan," she mewed softly, "please don't feel guilty.."
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Dec 10, 2018 21:53:08 GMT -5
During the battle, Skunkkit was crying against her mother’s fur and blocking out the sight of her friends and clanmates be killed. She hadn’t seen her father and was growing terrified of the thought that he was dead. For Glory ^ Carrotleaf had insisted he wait until he was patched up but Oakheart was ready to rush to the nursery, the safety of Raincloud and the kits his only concern. He winced in pain as Carrotleaf stuck some mashed leaves into a gaping bite wound on his foreleg. He waited impatiently as she continued to stuff the wound and watched as she wound cobweb tightly around his leg. The second she told him he was free to go, he made a beeline to see his kits- no..Rainclouds' kits.. he reminded himself. This wasn't the first time he'd had thoughts like that. He entered the den, relieved to see no one was hurt. "Hey.." he said, breathlessly to Raincloud and the little ones, "how is everyone in here?"
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Dec 10, 2018 22:00:23 GMT -5
"You did?" Jaggedtalon asked his tone a little chipper now. "Ya know, older cats used to say that kicks that kick the hardest are usually toms."
"I suppose." Heathernose remarked. "Are you hurt?" She asked her tone a little soft.
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Dec 10, 2018 22:03:25 GMT -5
Connie looked up surprised that Clamclaw was talking to her. "I'm a little sore but okay." She noticed his wrapped up tail and tilted her head. "You look beat up." She hesitated before speaking again. "I'm... sorry for all of this." Clamclaw shook his head. "I'll be fine," he mewed, "please don't feel guilty. I um.. I saw you avoiding fighting." He looked down and back up at her softly and whispered, "I appreciate that. Y-you know... if you ever decide you want to leave them, we.. um..we'll keep you safe..."
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Dec 10, 2018 22:17:49 GMT -5
"Really?" Connie questioned leaning in a little. Would the clan really accept her? "Would anyone want me? The group has done some pretty bad things."
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Post by Voidastral on Dec 10, 2018 22:59:56 GMT -5
((ayyyy
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2018 23:11:43 GMT -5
"You did?" Jaggedtalon asked his tone a little chipper now. "Ya know, older cats used to say that kicks that kick the hardest are usually toms." "I suppose." Heathernose remarked. "Are you hurt?" She asked her tone a little soft. ”Oh really?” Slenderoak chuckled and nudged his shoulder, “Just don’t be surprised if the whole litter is she-kits.” She purred, “Do you have any names in mind yet?” Nickel looked at his glossy coat, stained with blood that didn’t belong to him. He had a few cuts but nothing too serious. “Don’t worry about me. I am a rogue after all.” He then brushed his tail against the she-cat’s fur, “What about you?”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2018 23:16:46 GMT -5
Gracklefur wished he could be there for Raincloud and his kits but he knew Oakheart was comforting her now. He ignored a bitter pain boiling in his blood and continued to patch up cats of his clan. Despite hating his kits call another cat their father, he was glad Oakheart was helping out the two. Of course the stubborn cat would never admit that. He looked around for other injured cats to tend to, giving deadly scowls to any injured rogue.
Skunkkit mewed at the sound of her father’s voice and scurried over to him, “Daddy! What happened!?” She cried as she pressed against his paws.
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Post by Voidastral on Dec 10, 2018 23:17:43 GMT -5
((rp anyone?
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Dec 10, 2018 23:25:40 GMT -5
"One of the kits should be named Tigerkit or Sharpkit. As for a tough she-cat name I'm a little stuck." Jaggedtalon mewed shaking his head. "Did you have any names?" He figured Slenderoak would choose to name their kits after bugs.
"Few cuts, bites and one of your little friends nicked my ear." Heathernose mewed. "Otherwise, I'm fine."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2018 0:11:32 GMT -5
“I like Sharpkit. Sounds feisty and fierce.” Slenderoak purred before she thought of what she’d name her kits, “Maybe Antkit if one has my fur color....maybe Spiderkit if one has your pointy fur?” She eyed her mate’s unique pelt and licked it, “Caterpillarkit would be kit. I’ve seen some as fuzzy and poofy as you!” She joked.
“Really?” Nickel frowned as he sniffed her nicked ear, “Who was it?” He asked in a concerning tone
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Post by MadFaith on Dec 11, 2018 0:46:56 GMT -5
Mossecharge nodded solemnly, "I know, but there is still a part of me that feels like I could have done more." He shook out his pelt, fluffing it up against a sudden gust of cold wind, "Regardless, there is nothing I can do now to fix it." The large tom glanced around the camp and noticed that the bodies had begun being prepared for burial and his heart grew heavy, they had suffered a great loss. "It's amazing how much we lost, and all these injured cats so close to winter." He shook his head, fear gnawed at the warrior's mind, this could not be an omen of good things to come, StarClan had not shown their favour, had they done something wrong? Maybe this was the clan's punishment for them doubting Owlstar as a leader. He had tried to warn the clan, going directly against the warrior code would not bring good things to the clan, but no one had listened and now look where they were.
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Dec 11, 2018 3:03:03 GMT -5
"A fierce tabby she-cat." Heathernose mewed remembering how the she-cat had tried to shred her face. Thankfully, Heathernose managed to send her running with her tail between her legs.
"I draw the line on Caterpillarkit." Jaggedtalon mewed thinking the name was a bit long. "Butterflykit is an option though or beekit."
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Post by sunni on Dec 11, 2018 15:50:39 GMT -5
Im here))
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Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2018 0:16:14 GMT -5
"A fierce tabby she-cat." Heathernose mewed remembering how the she-cat had tried to shred her face. Thankfully, Heathernose managed to send her running with her tail between her legs. "I draw the line on Caterpillarkit." Jaggedtalon mewed thinking the name was a bit long. "Butterflykit is an option though or beekit." Nickel thought of all the she-cats in the group, half the time, he didn’t bother to learn their names. “Well I’m sure you sent her off with her tail between her legs.” He purred as he started to groom Heathernose’s stained fur. “Mmh, maybe Waspkit? It’s a dangerous little insect with a powerful sting.” Slenderoak purred as her eyes lit up with wonder. Gracklefur noticed Jaggedtalon coming to his den, the black cat started to gather cobwebs and herbs to prepare. He noticed he was almost out of cobwebs, typically he’d have spiders living in his den to use their webbing but he’d had to use those as well. He wondered if he should send someone out to get some for him
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Post by Voidastral on Dec 12, 2018 8:46:15 GMT -5
((Ay here
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Post by MadFaith on Dec 12, 2018 15:16:11 GMT -5
(Here!)
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