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Post by UnsightlyHeretic831 on Feb 14, 2019 21:40:25 GMT -5
Sormonfur narrowed his eyes. Why was Whitefoot here? "Well, then, see you." He walked off, and when he was sure Whitefoot couldn't see him, he hid in the bushes and crept for until he was on top of a dune behind a large pencil plant, and he watched closely and silently.
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decmbermoon
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Post by decmbermoon on Feb 14, 2019 22:00:26 GMT -5
Agavepaw nuzzled her brother, "I'm glad your ok Ghostpaw I'm sorry you almost go really hurt. I was being a sandbrain." She let the shame show in her voice. She didn't know what she would do if she ever lost one of her littermates and to know that she was the reason she almost lost one made her sick. Turning to her mother "I'm guessing we are on elder duty for the next moon?" She asked half joking. Agavepaw new that she and her brother may never be allowed out if camp alone till they were Warriors if it was up to their mother.
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Post by Meep on Feb 15, 2019 23:33:40 GMT -5
Goldencloud offered a warm smile to Oasiskit.Happy to see the youngster out and about.However, the smile quickly disappeared when the younger tom knocked the beetle away."Osasiskit your brother was showing me what he captured.We must remember to always be respectful of other cats belongings," she told in a firm tone.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2019 20:26:31 GMT -5
(Long reply again! Sorry!) Whitefoot stared at the water, sighing. His pelt prickled as he looked to the unrelenting sun. What was going on? He couldn't give up, but his thick pelt wasn't helping him at all. He felt like the burning sand around him. He inched closer toward the pool, the heat overwhelming him. He knew it was forbidden to swim in the pool... His eyes narrowed. Starclan wasn't even speaking to him! Why should he care what they said if they weren't even going to help him? A small part of himself told him he should just turn back, but he already made up his mind and wasn't going to change it.
His frustration from the past few moons urging him on, he waded into the pool until his legs were submerged. He dipped his tail into the pool, feeling swirling currents. His fur felt like it was tugging him down. It felt... Different. Looking at the sky as if to see the reaction, he waded further. The water was up to his chest now and he instinctively pointed his noise into the air. The warm air felt surprisingly fresh, how did he not notice that? Suddenly, his panic began rising. What was he doing? He needed to turn back! His anger fading felt like being snapped out of a haze. He glanced behind him, eyes wide. The current roaring in his ears was pulling his tail along and yanked at his three legs remaining on the ground.
His heartbeat hammered. His eyes darted around the waves around him as he tried to find a way out of the pool. He instinctively raised a paw, trying to turn around. He tried placing his other paw back down, but it was too late. His paws were ripped from the ground and the current knocked him onto his side. How could water be this powerful? He kicked at the water, splashing into the surface of the pool. He shrieked as his fur tugged him under the water again, his paws flailing around him. "-HELP!"
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Post by Dingo on Feb 16, 2019 22:10:52 GMT -5
Winecupstar & Ghostpaw “That sounds like a reasonable punishment, don’t you think? Maybe next time you’ll think before doing something that foolish, you sandbrains!” Winecupstar purred, tail twitching in amusement at Ghostpaw’s look of dismay. She touched her nose to their heads affectionately. Having kits tore her apart - she had to lead her clan, but she also had a strong motherly instinct. All she wanted was to curl Ghostpaw, Paddlepaw, and Agavepaw close to her all day and all night, to keep them safe. But if she did that, she would be neglecting her duty as clan. Oh, Sormonfur, why did I ever let you win me over? She sighed, a smile creeping onto her face at the thought of her mate’s antics. She couldn’t explain the odd pull she’d felt toward him those moons ago.
“Alright, get as many more of those spines out as you can and clean off any blood. Until Whitefoot gets back you’re just having aloe and cobwebs to keep it clean. And no leaving camp until he sees you!” Winecupstar gave them a hard stare. Ghostpaw sucked his head shyly, scuffing at the ground. He twisted around, gently pulling more of the spines out of his fur and skin with delicate teeth, his eyes fixed in a hard stare at his pelt.
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Post by UnsightlyHeretic831 on Feb 18, 2019 13:27:14 GMT -5
Tumblekit ran over to Oasiskit. "You can have the beetle," He said and dropped it at his paws. "But remember, I caught it!" He bounced on his paws happily.
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Post by UnsightlyHeretic831 on Feb 18, 2019 13:30:29 GMT -5
Thornpaw growled in frustration as she stomped away. She happened to go in the direction of the sacred oasis, and she heard cries coming from it. Her ears perked, and she made out the words "HELP! HELP!" And she started to run as fast as she could. "I'M COMING!" She yowled, her eyes narrowed in concentration. She reached the pool in a hurry, reaching out for Whitefoot as she waded deeper into the water. She was surprisingly good at swimming as she neared Whitefoot.
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decmbermoon
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Post by decmbermoon on Feb 21, 2019 23:12:32 GMT -5
Agavepaw walked over to a corner of the den and curled up. She was mad that she couldn't leave camp till Whitefoot came back. "I hate being cooped up and the elders always tell the same stories over and over" she tought miserably. She huffed out a annoyed breath "This is sooooo boring." She whined
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2019 20:11:17 GMT -5
Whitefoot's paws whipped around him, useless against the currents. He needed to breath! His eyes stung from the endless waters, but he opened them and looked below him. He couldn't see the bottom, they'd never find him- One of his paws splashed above the surface and he tried to kick himself to air again. Why did his legs feel so tired? If he couldn't kick to the surface he would drown, die! Why did he feel like he was just falling asleep? His eyes slowly closed and his paws stopped flailing around him. He need to breath, he couldn't resist opening his mouth. Water flooded it and while he choked out the last of his air his eyes ripped open again. What would the clan do without a medicine cat? Who would knew the herbs? Would anyone help the injured? Who would tell the prophecies? Would Starclan even forgive him? He wouldn't be proud of himself.
His eyes looked to the surface, seeing the small dots of the brighter stars above the water. He kicked again, and again, hearing the water swoosh around him. His whiskers, muzzle, felt the amazing air for only a split second. It was enough to cough out some water and breathe. How could've he forgotten how good it was to breathe? He'd never forget again, if there was another again. As his gaze glanced to the stars again, he tried to apologize in his mind. Maybe that'd make drowning right.
As he fell under the water again, he saw a shape kicking towards him. A fish? No, what a silly thought. It was a cat, but it couldn't be. He started sinking again. Cats couldn't swim, could they? He must've been seeing wrong. He heard the sound of paws swishing nearer to him as he sunk, was Starclan here? Would they...?
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Post by UnsightlyHeretic831 on Feb 25, 2019 0:27:25 GMT -5
Thornpaw was exhausted, the currents tugging on her fur, but she kept going on determinedly. Her eyes were narrowed in concentration, as she watched the flailing shape of Whitefoot swirl and struggle in the water. She was panting, and her vision was noticeably darker, and she got closer to him. She reached out for his scruff, her paws kicking and her muscles screaming as she grabbed Whitefoot's scruff. She pulled him towards the shore gradually, her chest and sides heaving and her muscles numb as she swam out. He is so heavy!
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decmbermoon
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Post by decmbermoon on Feb 25, 2019 21:32:49 GMT -5
Agavepaw looked up from her spot in the cave she noticed that her mother back was toward her. "I could seek out if I wanted to," she thought looking at the entrance of the den. She crept towards the opening and started to leave. When she got out of the cave she moved to the elders. Seeing her brother she called out "Hey Paddlepaw whatcha doing? Can I help?" She plopped down in front of him blocking his way.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2019 21:59:47 GMT -5
As Whitefoot's vision slowly faded in front of him, he couldn't help thinking of it as a cruel joke. All the time he spent learning herbs and trying to connect with Starclan, all being wasted because he lost his sense for a moment. He resisted screeching as he felt a tug on his scruff, what the-? With the little vision he had left he could tell he was being lifted up, towards the surface. He wasn't going to die! His head bobbed above the surface and he took heaving breaths, the bright light blinding him. The water swooshing around him deafened him. He felt helpless, but tried to help by thrashing his paws anyway. He heaved coughs, realizing the water was freezing him. He also realized someone must be dragging him, but who? They must be going to the shore, anyway.
It felt like forever, but they finally reached the muddy shore. He spent the last of his energy kicking onto the sandy beach, collapsing on the familiar desert. He wheezed, coughing up water. His eyes adjusted to the sun, coherent thoughts striking him all at once. He closed his eyes, "Starclan..." He could've died! What was he thinking? What would Starclan think? His clan? He couldn't pretend he didn't just go against Starclan and almost get killed in the process. Dread seeped into his bones. Who saved him? If it was the wrong cat, he could end up exiled or dead. He slowly opened his eyes, tail quivering. Who? It wasn't the leader or deputy for sure, but who else would go to the Oasis pool? He slowly realized it was Thornpaw.
How did they know how to swim? This didn't make any sense... He slowly got up, his soaked pelt not the only thing giving him chills. He was afraid. What would he say? He tried to sputter out something- to lie. "I-I," He couldn't think of anything. He dipped his head, replying after a long pause. "Med- Medicine cat business. A-all of it. T-thank you, for..." He nodded his head to the pool. His ears swiveled back, what excuse was that? He took a step backwards, frowning and stopping himself from coughing. His eyes narrowed, trying to compose himself. "I... Wouldn't expect you to understand it, anyway." He tried to speak snarky and sharp, but his voice was failing him.
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Post by Meep on Feb 26, 2019 23:23:28 GMT -5
Paddlepaw bumped into the large mass of dark fur. His nose wrinkled in disgust getting a whiff of the herbs that hung on Agavepaw pelt like a coat. A part of him wanted to question what mess Ghostpaw and she got wrapped in ,but then again he didn't want to intrude.Being smaller in size he stared back at her unfazed by her typical antic."I was about to toss out the old bedding," he replied, pointing to the neatly rolled balls of moss. The moss balls were practically screaming to be played with.
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Post by UnsightlyHeretic831 on Feb 28, 2019 19:21:48 GMT -5
(Bumpppppppp) Without uttering a word, Thornpaw collapsed onto the soft sand, water trickling through the golden ground. Her chest heaved as she fought for breath, and she barely moved. "You're welcome." She murmured as she struggled to sit upright. She felt like she was about to fall unconscious. But she smiled a bit as she finally got her balance on the shore. What a brave deed! She had saved the medicine cat. A puny little apprentice, saving a full-grown cat. Who would have thought that, of all apprentices, she would save a cat's life? She looked at Whitefoot. "Let's go back to camp. I found some of your herbs right now, actually, so that might help." She prodded the herbs weakly as she regained her strength gradually. Let's hope I'll never have to do that ever again.
Sormonfur gasped as he crouched behind the bush. He had been too shocked to come to the rescue. He sprinted over to where Whitefoot was. "Whitefoot!" He breathed, his ears pinned to his head and his eyes wide. "I'll go to camp with the herbs and collect more along the way. And tell the clan." He couldn't believe what had just happened. He ran as fast as he could towards camp, searing through the desert at top speed. When he reached camp, he yowled, "I need to see Winecupstar! This is serious!"
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Post by Dingo on Mar 1, 2019 3:49:29 GMT -5
[oof]
Winecupstar / Ghostpaw Ghostpaw quietly plucked out the last of his spines, ruffling the fur and patting at the skin where they had tangled. He ignored agavepaw’s complaints, instead watching Winecupstar as she fussed about looking for cobwebs. He opened his mouth to protest as he saw Agavepaw leaving the den, but shut it with a squeak. She wouldn’t go far, right? Their mother wouldn’t let anyone out of camp without their injuries being seen to so they were no different.
Paw covered in cobwebs, a scowl crossed Winecupstar’s face as she saw Ghostpaw sitting awkwardly. Alone. She let out a huff of annoyance and set about covering her son in cobwebs. She had almost finished with him when a very familiar voice reached her ears, her name being yowled like someone was on fire.
“Sormonfur, what’s going on?” She hurriedly swiped the rest of the cobwebs onto Ghostpaw’s pelt and farted out of the den, nearly crashing straight into her mate. She could smell herbs layered thickly on him, and Whitefoot and Thornpaw. What were they doing? She didn’t have time to ask that, her own voice mirroring Sormonfur’s urgency.
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Post by UnsightlyHeretic831 on Mar 1, 2019 19:54:51 GMT -5
(Um... So Winecupstar farted out of the den? That's original lol)
Sormonfur hurried to Winecupstar. "Thornpaw somehow saved Whitefoot from drowning! And she's about to collapse, too. They both are! And they need help, too!" He blurted in a panic. "You need to send someone. They won't lastt long without help."
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Post by Dingo on Mar 1, 2019 22:35:49 GMT -5
(rip autocorrect I’m just gonna leave it as farted now)
Winecupstar Thornpaw was with Ghostpaw and Agavepaw, so she had to be injured already! Winecupstar’s worry creased into a frown as she looked around the camp. There was no medicine apprentice, which was what was probably needed most right now. She glanced from Sormonfur to the warriors den, hoping anyone would come out, but she wasn’t sure anyone had any medicine knowledge. Sandsky’ll keep the camp safe.
“Where are they?” Her voice sounded strong now as she shouldered her way out of camp. There were few places were a cat could drown, and if Whitefoot was involved she had a suspicion of where it was.
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decmbermoon
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Post by decmbermoon on Mar 2, 2019 5:48:34 GMT -5
Agavepaw moved toward the moss balls ready to bat at Paddlepaw. She rised a paw to swat to the ball when heard father yelling for her mother. Thornpaw was hurt worry washed over her. Agavepaw always thought of Thornpaw as sister. Agavepaw ran to follow her mother out of camp. She really wanted to help. " Wait for me I can help please let help" she called out to her mother.
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Post by UnsightlyHeretic831 on Mar 4, 2019 19:23:13 GMT -5
(Oh man. Terrariumsnail left. Anyone wanna claim their characters? Oof and bump)
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Post by Meep on Mar 5, 2019 19:52:24 GMT -5
They left without a word ))
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decmbermoon
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Post by decmbermoon on Mar 10, 2019 21:09:03 GMT -5
((I hope there are ok!))
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Post by Blueflame123 on Mar 11, 2019 13:26:56 GMT -5
I would like to claim Goldencloud if thats possible? If so, I would be looking for a possible mate too ))
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Post by UnsightlyHeretic831 on Mar 11, 2019 18:48:33 GMT -5
( Blueflame123 ah, yes you may claim Goldencloud! But it appears I don't have any toms open :') So I'll make a new one and see how you like it.)
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Post by Blueflame123 on Mar 11, 2019 20:20:02 GMT -5
Okay!))
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decmbermoon
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Post by decmbermoon on Mar 17, 2019 14:50:02 GMT -5
(( I can take over for Whitefoot unless someone else wants to))
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Post by UnsightlyHeretic831 on Mar 17, 2019 20:23:55 GMT -5
(Please do, I would appreciate that)
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decmbermoon
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Post by decmbermoon on Mar 18, 2019 14:04:56 GMT -5
Whitefoot: Whitefoot got up weakly and started towards the apprentice. Coughing he spoke, “Yes let’s get back to camp”. He moved slowly unable to focus on his movements. Falling every few steps he let himself rest for a few minutes. He looked to she-cat who seemed to be recovering fine. He saw that she had some cuts on her like she had gotten in a fight or something. “What happened to you?” He asked his eyes narrowed. He got up to examine her the cuts were deep but not deep enough to cause him to worry too much. “When we get back you will be staying in my den for a few days you got that. “ he hissed angrily. If Thornpaw was hurt that meant one of the other apprentices were hurt mostly likely Agavepaw. Those two where the type to be dumb enough to practice with fighting with claws out. Now annoyed he walked toward camp. Sormonfur went get help he hoped to meet the rescue party halfway.
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Post by UnsightlyHeretic831 on Mar 19, 2019 18:09:07 GMT -5
"I fought with an eagle trying to help Agavepaw not get killed," Thornpaw retorted, her eyes flashing. "You should trying wrestling those birds." She trudged ahead, the wind knocked out of her body. She was so tired as she tried to lift each paw off the ground. I feel so happy now! Maybe Winecupstar will make me a warrior? She wondered as she and Whitefoot reached camp and entered.
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Post by Meep on Mar 24, 2019 11:00:22 GMT -5
Hello sorry for the absence))
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