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Post by echoliqht on Nov 24, 2018 16:18:33 GMT -5
Pennypaw gave a sigh of relief, glad that Curfewpaw didn't catch her major screw-up. She smiled, bounding over to him. "Yea sure! What's up?" she chirped, lightly sniffing the aforementioned box.
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Post by LightBringer on Nov 24, 2018 16:37:47 GMT -5
DarkHeart nodded and followed after the she cat, catching up and falling into step beside her. "If you need to you can lean on me" He offers, giving BellChime a gentle nudge with his head, purring loudly. "And try not to step on anymore glass" The burly tom teases. He glances behind him, to check and make sure that OilPool is behind him.
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Post by Voidastral on Nov 24, 2018 16:51:38 GMT -5
Oilpool trailed behind the two, stopping every once and awhile to carefully dig through a pile or two.
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Post by mimikk on Nov 24, 2018 16:57:30 GMT -5
Bellchime playfully bumped into Darkheart when he teased her, ears flickering in amusement at his jokes. She, however, soon become focused on finding the pile she'd found earlier.
"Ah- there it is!" she exclaimed, darting over. A few bloody pawprints shown in the dirt where she had first cut herself. "There. The glass is all around this area, but..." She sniffed. Beyond the smell of her own wound, there was definitely the scent of something else. Some sort of rodent, deep inside the high pile of junk. "I swear there's a rat nest in there. Imagine the prey we could bring back if there is!"
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Post by LightBringer on Nov 24, 2018 17:11:27 GMT -5
DarkHeart caught up and nudged her back a step with her tail. "Are there any sticks or anything similar that we could use to move the glass? We could do it one piece at a time but that would take forever " He suggested. Glancing around, he found a small section. That resembles a stick in a smaller pile nearby, and pads over, picking it up gingerly. "Like this" He picked his was back. To the shattered glass pieces, and slowly gathers some of them into a pile on the edge of pathway, out of the way. "Come on, this way no one else gets hurt." He smiles at BellChime brightly.
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Post by Voidastral on Nov 24, 2018 17:29:59 GMT -5
Oilpool didn't bother trying to catch up. He knew He'd eventually get there anyways. The tom continued to dig and collect twoleg things he might find useful. Maybe if enough of them were there he could move this soft twoleg bed to the camp. It'd be good for resting patients.
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Post by mimikk on Nov 24, 2018 17:34:54 GMT -5
"Whoa-" Bellchime's ears perked, impressed with Darkheart's easy ability to solve the problem. She now felt even more embarrassed that she'd fallen such easy prey to the fallen glass. Since Oilpool seemed busy, she found another stick and worked with Darkheart to brush the glass into piles, giving them access directly to the junkpile.
Once that was finished, the she-cat crouched and slowly approached the pile, eyes searching for movement. "...check around the other side," she said in a quiet voice to Darkheart. "If there are rats, there must be an entrance big enough for them to move in and out of."
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Bisexual
dnacat
But courage need not be remembered, for it is never forgotten.
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Post by dnacat on Nov 24, 2018 17:38:18 GMT -5
~Bottleleg~
Bottleleg purred in amusement as she noticed Bellachime, Darkheart and Oilpool marching across camp, Oilpool deliberately trailing behind the two other cats. The young guard and warrior pair seemed close, enjoying one another's company, and she couldn't help but wonder if kits were going to be due any time soon. She felt an ache to have what the two warriors had as well, to have a loyal mate by her side whom she could joke and pal around with, but she had survived so far without having a mate, why should she want one now? She watched as the pair helped Oilpool sweep up the glass, still purring wholeheartedly with amusement.
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Post by Voidastral on Nov 24, 2018 17:44:26 GMT -5
Oilpool looked up back to camp. He noticed Bottleleg first and nodded her over. He needed some help and he wouldn't even try to bother the guard and warrior, they seemed a bit to absorbed in eachothers attention.
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dnacat
But courage need not be remembered, for it is never forgotten.
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Post by dnacat on Nov 24, 2018 17:50:40 GMT -5
~Bottleleg~
Bottleleg spotted the nod and "help me I'm a third-wheel," look in Oilpool's eyes, and stood up, trotting over to them. She would've nodded to Darkheart and Bellchime as she passed, but she didn't think they'd see her, considering Darkheart was staring at Bellchime as if she were an undead cat. She flicked the medicine cat's flank with her tail as a greeting, smiling at him kindly, "Hey, what do you need me to do?"
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Post by Voidastral on Nov 24, 2018 17:59:52 GMT -5
"I'd like for you to mayb help me carry some of these items back to camp. I'd like to get this softer twoleg nest-thing jnto camp but that would take too many of us." he sighs shifting on his paws as he counts up the things hes found.
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dnacat
But courage need not be remembered, for it is never forgotten.
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Post by dnacat on Nov 24, 2018 18:12:53 GMT -5
~Bottleleg~
Bottleleg nodded, "Sure, just tell me what to pick up and I'll try my best," She mewed loyally, before examining the soft two-leg thing Oilpool was talking about, "Maybe we can gather up a few warriors later and see if we can carry back it back to camp?" She suggested to the tom, looking at at the medicine cat, "I'm sure Metalstar would be just as willing as you to bring it back to camp." She meowed hopefully.
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Post by Voidastral on Nov 24, 2018 18:22:13 GMT -5
I hope so, yes. You can pick up whatever is in my small pile here and take it to my den front. I can grab whatever you don't" he nudges to a pile of twoleg contraptions all either broken or rusted.
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Bisexual
dnacat
But courage need not be remembered, for it is never forgotten.
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Post by dnacat on Nov 24, 2018 18:33:15 GMT -5
~Bottleleg~
Bottleleg nodded to Oilpool, dipping her head and picking up a small thin little two-leg contraption. It had spines like a porcupine, but a handle, as if two-legs were to hold it. It felt cold against her teeth, but she held onto it anyway. She then leaned down and picked up another two-leg knick-knack, a thin piece of metal that had stretched out both ends at the top, with a cold., plastic handle. She held these two two-leg things in her maw, and began to carry them towards the camp, murmuring around their handles to Oilpool, "I'll be back for whatever we can't grab right now."
~~~ ((she picked up a hair brush and a hammer, in case it wasn't clear ^^))
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Post by Voidastral on Nov 24, 2018 18:48:34 GMT -5
Oilpool gave her a nod as he leaned down to pick up a gathering of soft wavy faux pelts that was similar to the pelts twolegs wore. It was large so it had been all he could carry. He'd return for the hollow holders. He planned to use them for herbs.
((He picked up a torn shirt and is going to come back for plastic cups and bowls he found.
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Post by LightBringer on Nov 24, 2018 19:06:17 GMT -5
(Sorry had to go shopping)
DarkHeart nodded, and padded around to the other side. He nosed around, searching around the top and making his way down until his nose brushed over a larger then usual opening. Excited, he carefully slid a paw into it, searching for any sign of life. He promptly withdrew at as a small set of teeth sunk into his paw. "Mouse dung" He growls, as he shakes his paw. Limping back around, he motions for BellChime to join him. "I found something" He hisses as his paw throbs.
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Post by mimikk on Nov 24, 2018 19:10:53 GMT -5
{no problem!!}
Bellchime's ears twitched as she heard Darkheart's growl. "Found it?" She noticed he was limping, and couldn't help but chuckle as she approached. The she-cat leaned down to give his paw a tender lick. "I'm not the only one who should be more careful, it seems," she murmured with a playful purr.
Then she turned her attention to the rat's well-fortified nest. "Reaching in won't do..." Her whiskers twitched as she considered their options. "Oh! What if we try digging at the entrance and make it bigger? Then they won't have anywhere to hide." The junk pile had items of varying size, so it might be stable enough to do just that.
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dnacat
But courage need not be remembered, for it is never forgotten.
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Post by dnacat on Nov 24, 2018 19:19:40 GMT -5
~Bottleleg~
Botteleg carried the weird two-leg objects into the medicine cat den, placing them delicately on the floor. She looked over her shoulder to make sure Oilpool had followed her. She hoped Steeleye would return soon, she missed her brother quite a bit. She lowered her ears as she realised how clingy she would sound if she were venting these thoughts onto someone, and quickly suppressed them.
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Post by Voidastral on Nov 24, 2018 19:27:59 GMT -5
"something bugging you Bottleleg?" Oilpool simply noticed her lowered ears is all. He set the twoleg pelt around his den. He waited for response before going back for his herb holders
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Post by LightBringer on Nov 24, 2018 19:41:37 GMT -5
Shaking his head, he frowned, taking a good amount of time to think before speaking. "They probably have entrances, smaller ones hidden in the back where we were. Our best bet would probably be to cause a lot of noise back there, and one of us sits out here. When they come out, we can dispatch them quickly and efficiently. It'll give us the most amount of prey with the least amount of chaos" He explains, sitting tenderly in front of the pile. "They probably think that whatever poked its paw in was scared off by the bite, so it should be fairly easy. " Examining the pile. "What do you think? " He turns, and looks at BellChime, excited to hear her thoughts.
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Post by mimikk on Nov 24, 2018 19:47:13 GMT -5
Again, Bellchime was easily impressed with Darkheart's problem-solving skills - something she obviously had trouble with. So she nodded eagerly. "I saw a really unstable spot in the back. I could knock something out, and that side would collapse. Would that be enough noise?" she asked hopefully. She wanted to be helpful in his plan. "Then I can hurry around and help catch the rats that run out!"
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Post by LightBringer on Nov 24, 2018 19:55:22 GMT -5
DarkHeart purred and nodded, rubbing his head against her shoulder briefly. "That's perfect! Not only will it block off their escapes from that end, and they'll think the pile is collapsing! They'll definitely run for it. " He gets on his paws, and smiles. "We should leave some of them, so they can rebuild their best and we can have a constant food source! " He suggests.
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Post by mimikk on Nov 24, 2018 19:59:24 GMT -5
Bellchime nodded, beaming. "Get ready." With that, she circled around the other side of the pile, then yowled and suddenly knocked away an item that was holding much of edge of the junk pile in place. It crumbled loudly, metal and plastic tumbling to the ground.
As the she-cat rounded the come back to the front, she saw at least a dozen rats flee from the main entrance! She darted after the two nearest her, pouncing to pin them between her paws if she could grab them both.
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Post by Cavey on Nov 24, 2018 20:00:38 GMT -5
| Bonescar | tom | 25 moons | warrior | A white cat with brown blotches on his body. He has a scar running down his spine from an attack when he was younger. He has a scar over his muzzle. | He is a very loyal cat to anything he truly believed in. He rough with others and his temper gets the best of him. He has a nice side but it barley shown. | History (optional) | He can be kin t anyone who wants him to be. Just ask | Other | Caveman67 |
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dnacat
But courage need not be remembered, for it is never forgotten.
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Post by dnacat on Nov 24, 2018 20:18:13 GMT -5
~Bottleleg~
Bottleleg plodded after the medicine cat, in case he needed help carrying anything back to the camp. There were a lot of those weird hollow holders, so he probably needed the extra maw. She answered his question as he went, "Just worried about Steeleye. I'm sure he can handle himself but... we didn't call him 'baby' when we were kittypets for no reason," She explained as she trotted on, "But I'm sure you've heard this all before, being the medicine cat." She joked, trying to lighten the mood.
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Fortune Cookie
"Mannequins have flawless skin, you can dress them up like me if you like."
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Post by Fortune Cookie on Nov 24, 2018 20:25:00 GMT -5
Pennypaw gave a sigh of relief, glad that Curfewpaw didn't catch her major screw-up. She smiled, bounding over to him. "Yea sure! What's up?" she chirped, lightly sniffing the aforementioned box. "I'm trying to get this stupid box open!"He growled before tugging on it again."If I don't get this open,the elders will get mad and so will Metalstar."He admitted.
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Post by LightBringer on Nov 24, 2018 20:33:38 GMT -5
Bellchime nodded, beaming. "Get ready." With that, she circled around the other side of the pile, then yowled and suddenly knocked away an item that was holding much of edge of the junk pile in place. It crumbled loudly, metal and plastic tumbling to the ground. As the she-cat rounded the come back to the front, she saw at least a dozen rats flee from the main entrance! She darted after the two nearest her, pouncing to pin them between her paws if she could grab them both. The rats come flooding out, and DarkHeart pounces on the first few that pop out, breaking their necks with Swift bites. Tossing them aside, he glances up as BellChime pounces on 2 that escaped his claws. He nods affectionately, and swats at another one, keeping focused so he doesn't get hurt again. His ears are pricked, and he can hear less scurrying now "the others know what's going on. They won't come out anymore So we should get any remainders! " He calls over, glancing around briefly for any that are fleeing. He spots 3 more heading towards BellChime, and let's them, trusting she can handle them, the capable hunter she is. e
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Post by mimikk on Nov 24, 2018 20:40:36 GMT -5
Bellchime glanced up as soon as she heard Darkheart shout, and she spotted the three that came at her. However, the rats split up when they saw the swift she-cat, and she only managed to pounce one of them, snapping its neck as the other two scampered off and hid in other junk piles.
Fur fluffed from the thrill of the brief chase, she went to retrieve her three dead rats by the tails, trotting proudly back to Darkheart. "Sorry I couldn't catch them all," she mumbled through her prey. "But I think we did good anyway, don't you?" Her eyes twinkled happily. "...I think we make a pretty good team, Darkheart."
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Post by Voidastral on Nov 24, 2018 20:42:36 GMT -5
"It's okay to worry for your siblings. Dimeglare comes to me at times with worries of her siblings who were adopted by the twolegs. So don't feel bad for that, Bottleleg." he himself had his own anxieties over his littermate. The tom picks up a few holder by their handles. He'll just nudge the others without handles.
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