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Post by aether on Feb 26, 2020 8:11:56 GMT -5
[ ayyy no fancy code because i am posting from a hotel at midnight xD ]
brambleflight Stormfrost admired the she-cats determination to ensure everyone’s safety. When he had been frozen in fear, she’d bounded to make sure no one was left behind. He felt a pang of envy at her courage and reminded himself that courage took many forms. He did not hesitate in following her back out of the warrior’s den, and his tail streamed behind him as he raced out of the tunnel. Whilst speed was not his strong suit, he felt as though he ran with all StarClan at his paws, powering each step and driving him forward twice as fast.
Unlike Mothflight, Stormfrost had head Applestar’s call. So as the smoke began filing his lungs, he ran towards the thicket. The fire had not reached there, and he could see the terrified eyes of his clanmates gleaming in the night-time. It will be a long time before we recover from this, he thought grimly. He skidded to a halt beside the cats and first checked on Blackbird, who was panting after the run. After ensuring she was okay, he looked back to Mothflight, breathless and fearful. “Are you okay? I don’t know what to do.” The last part was rushed out and he looked back towards camp – the orange flames were edging closer to the tunnel.
Voidastral Foxpounce was quick to escape when the fire was starting. The smoke he inhaled burned at his nostrils and he hissed through clenched teeth as though it would cure him of the issue. Noting that Whiteshell was nearby, he bounded out of the tunnel and pelted towards the thicket as per Applestar’s instructions. Thankfully, he managed to avoid escaping with little to no harm. His lungs were filled with acrid smelling smoke, but it was nothing that his youth couldn’t easily fix. His heartbeat so hard in his chest that wasn’t sure no one else could hear it, and he turned to Whiteshell. “Are you okay?” Where his questions had been uninterested and snappish earlier, fear made his tone unsure and his eyes wide with concern. Although, the moment after he asked it was as though he realised what he was doing, and he dropped his head and turned his gaze.
To the right he could see Blackbird crouched in the thicket too, her sides heaving with the effort of the race from the dancing waves of flame.
Feathertalon Each movement was a struggle for Doveheart. She felt as though she was in a confused daze, wondering endlessly through the thin cloud of smoke that slowly enveloped their clan. She could barely hear Batwhisker’s words about the sound of panic-stricken voices that yowl in the air. She leaned her shoulder against his and tried to support her own weight as well, which resulted in a painfully slow limp forward. Focus, focus Doveheart! If you keep this up, you won’t get out at all! She dug her claws into the earth and pushed further, nothing but the scent of smoke filled her nose and lungs; but she powered forward.
Her injured leg dangled awkwardly, crusted with blood, and occasionally she would push off it to moved forward. She grunted with pain and was aware of Batwhisker’s efforts beside her. If you keep this up, it’s not just you who’ll suffer! She couldn’t Batwhisker – her newfound friend – suffer because of her injuries. Through a mouthful of smoke, she uttered, “You can go ahead, Batwhisker. You need to escape!” Her voice ended with a cough that racked her body.
It was unbearable now. The slow limping, the smoke in her lungs. Doveheart considered for a heartbeat that it may just be easier to collapse and close her eyes. She’d already caused so much harm to Batwhisker that if she did let him go ahead then surely it would cure her of her debts. Yet looking at Batwhisker, seeing the fear and the determination gleaming his eyes, Doveheart knew she couldn’t give in so easily. Had he given in when she was face to face with a fox? Or when they struggled to limp back to camp together? Despite a dizzy feeling from lack of oxygen, she powered forward. The tunnel was near, and they were sure to make it.
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Post by aether on Feb 26, 2020 8:12:14 GMT -5
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Post by Voidastral on Feb 26, 2020 15:09:23 GMT -5
((I plan to reply when i get home!!
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 26, 2020 16:52:54 GMT -5
hey guys, replies coming sometime tonight! c;
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Post by Voidastral on Feb 26, 2020 19:56:35 GMT -5
Beetlejaw
The slim black tom has weaved in and out of the fire's way. The tom got lost somewhere in the haze, hacking up a bad cough in the meantime. When he finally was out of the thick of it, he found Stonehawk was not with him. Letting out a curse, he headed back towards it "Stonehawk?" he called out. He knew most other cats were out, but the tom had been just in front of him, he would've thought Stonehawk was out by now. "Hello! Is anyone else stuck here!"
Whiteshell
The she-cat heaved, coughing up nothing but inhaled smoke. She stumbled up next to her clanmate, coughing subsiding for the moment. She paused to catch her breath before replying to his question. Her lungs were already aching, her throat felt tight. This was horrid. "Yeah, uh, I'm okay. I'll be okay. Are you," she paused to cough once or twice more, "Are you okay?" she looked towards Foxpounce, fear written plain on the normally calm she-cat face. She was panicking. Whiteshell could only hope her clan escaped the fire, she knew there would be casualties, there was no way they'd all get out. Yet, she couldn't keep from hoping they made it.
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Post by cowbird on Feb 26, 2020 20:02:38 GMT -5
VoidastralStonehawk stayed huddled close to the ground, his fur seared and his whisker almost burned as the flames blared over head. His eyes were watering and itching as smoke billowed over them and his lungs were being eaten from the inside each time he inhaled-even at the slightest. It was clear he had stayed in his position for too long when he heard a voice call out in the flames. Beetlejaw, he thought and lifted his head to stare in the direct of the voice. "Here, Beetlejaw!" he croaked.
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 27, 2020 0:27:41 GMT -5
Batwhisker » With each step it was getting harder and harder to breathe. Batwhisker could feel his lungs screaming for pure oxygen, but the air was incapable of giving them what they wanted. The black tomcat shook his head, trying not to breathe in as much smoke as he had been, but between dragging his sore, injured body out of camp and also trying to help Doveheart get out as well, he couldn't help but pant with each step, only bringing more and more smoke into his body. If only he wasn't injured, then he could get out of camp. He would already be outside of camp if he didn't have to deal with the wounds from earlier. If they had never run into that fox then both he and Doveheart would be outside by now.
Speaking of Doveheart, Batwhisker turned a disbelieving gaze on the molly. "I'm not leaving you behind," he declared in a scratchy voice. There was no way he was leaving her behind.
As if to prove his point, he lowered his head and pressed it against Doveheart's shoulder, pushing her forward with as much force as he could. He didn't want to harm her back leg, but if they were going to get out together then he had to do something. Besides, a painful leg was fixable. Death wasn't.
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Post by aether on Feb 27, 2020 6:43:02 GMT -5
Foxpounce ;; Thicket ;; Whiteshell ;; Voidastral ;;
There was an awful scratch to Foxpounce's throat, like he'd swallowed a mouthful of thorns. He let out a few feeble coughs and grunted as the motion only irritated his throat further. The scent of smoke was still thick in the thicket, but at least the hazy grey cloud hadn't smothered the small clearing in which the camp was currently huddled. Turning his attention back to the cream coloured she-cat, he frowned at her continuous coughing and breathlessness. He was no medicine cat, but clearly she'd inhaled too much smoke, and for any cat that was not good. His claws dug helplessly into the earth - which was slightly softer after the brief rain - and he wished he could do something to help his clanmates. Instead, he felt useless. He could see the panic-stricken look in Whiteshell's eyes and he wished he could say something to ease her. Alas, the tom was not confident to speak with gentleness. His defensive walls were always standing straight, blocking him from everyone around.
"I-I'm fine," he muttered quietly. Whilst his lungs were feeling irritated and his throat pained, he knew he was better off than others. His feet stayed planted were he stood, a tail-length from the she-cat, and suddenly he scowled. "I wish there was something we could do!" He spat, his tempered passion directed at nothing in particular.
Stormfrost ;; Thicket ;; Mothflight ;; brambleflight ;;
Stormfrost felt a shiver run down his spine at Mothflight's words. They were true. All the clan could do was stand there and watch as their territory... their home was burned. If the winds changed and the fires headed towards them, then they would have to run away again. It was all they could do, just run and hope they didn't get caught in the flames. Glancing to the panic-stricken faces of his clanmates, Stormfrost felt a pang of guilt. He was supposed to be a warrior, and yet he'd been so full of fear. When Mothflight had bounded away to help others, he'd been frozen in his place - disturbed only when someone had brushed past him. His throat felt tight after inhaling all the smoke, but other than that he felt fine.
"I'm okay," he meowed quietly, his yellow eyes narrowed thoughtfully, and softly he added, "I hate that there's nothing we can do." He was used to having answers and actively working on solutions, but here they were sitting around as though they were the prey and the flames were the hunters.
Comfortingly, Stormfrost rested his tail tip on Mothflight's shoulder, "I saw you go straight to the warriors den to help others. That was very brave," despite the fear and the pain in his eyes, he tried to sound warm. He knew it was worth mentioning, considering he himself hadn't been able to move when Mothflight darted away.
Doveheart ;; Escaping ;; Batwhisker ;; Feathertalon ;;
Doveheart stumbled forward feebly with Batwhisker's determined nudge. He wasn't giving up on her... With lungs full of acrid smoke, and her throat tight as she panted the smoke in, she didn't stop. She couldn't stop. Her yellows eyes set firmly ahead and she limped on three legs. Her heart was beating so fast and adrenaline was setting in; the pain in her leg was dissolving into an innate need to survive. The tunnel was just ahead and she didn't stop until she was outside.
The air was no clearer outside. The fire was edging closer and closer, the heat was radiating so close that Doveheart felt as though her whiskers would singe off her face. A surge of wind sent the flames upwards like a towering wall, and for a moment the white and grey she-cat was entranced by it's dancing flames that sent flakes of burning ash scattered into the sky, intermingling with the stars above. Her lungs yowled, and it jolted her back to move. She placed her paws forward, though each step was shaky and her paws pressed awkwardly onto the ash-strewn grass.
The thicket was nearing, but Doveheart was taking deep gulping breaths - her fear and panic made her breathing quick, so there was little to gain from it. Every few moments she would let out a weak cough, and she was feeling weaker than she ever had. She felt Batwhisker's presence, and leaned herself back on his shoulder. She couldn't form the words, but if she could, she would have spoken 'thank you Batwhisker... I owe you my life...' They were not in the clear just yet, as the fire still raged on, but their chances were greater now than they had been.
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Post by Weaselstar on Feb 27, 2020 18:47:17 GMT -5
Ka la la)
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Lesbian
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Bird Overlord
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 27, 2020 19:50:24 GMT -5
replies coming some time tonight, sorry for being so slow with replying lately! ^^;
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"This wasn't a vicious beast, but an intelligent, gentle creature."
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Post by ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע on Feb 27, 2020 20:25:06 GMT -5
✦ Camp ✦ aether 's Flurrywing ✦ "Count your rainbows, not your thunderstorms."
He awaited her opinion nervously, watching with worried regard as the she-cat went about eyeing his creation. Bramblemarsh was all too familiar with the sneering scorn of other warriors, who enjoyed belittling the crafts he made as worthless. However, whereas one of those bullies would’ve reacted negatively already, a look of interest had crossed those yellow spheres bright and beautiful against Flurrywing’s countenance. That was a good sign, right? Despite the positive body language thus far, the huge tom winced slightly in preparation, holding up his paws close to his face as though an explosion was about to take place.
And then...
Oh gosh, purrin’—I knew she wouldn’t like it! Wait- purring?
Setting his paws back to level terrain, he peered down warily, surprise lighting the greens of his eyes. She actually... liked it? He gave out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding and the tension gripping his shoulders slacked in relief. Her voiced admiration for the mobile furthered his ease. In turn, a dorky smile unknowingly made his way across his lips, an endearing look that left many smitten.
What he hadn’t expected was a flattering remark on his intelligence, followed by a fond peck: a sandpapery tongue traced a line through his forehead, gentle and affectionate. He ducked his head, bashful by the gesture. It had set his cheeks aflame, more out of astonishment than anything else. He gingerly touched the place she’d licked and gave an almost giddy, but thunderous laugh, a tribute to his size: “D’aww, yer makin’ me blush! But thank ya kindly, it means so much.”
Bramblemarsh knew Flurrywing to be one very close with kits, recalling times where she aided queens and their little ones. So receiving compliments from a potential future queen warmed his heart and fluttered his belly with a series of butterflies. He continued to watch as she went to handling the piece, but rather than feel an ominous sense of dread, confidence and encouragement drew from noticing her childlike wonder and fascinated expression one could only describe as adorable.
He nodded as she returned the craft, cradling it close to the curve of his feathered tail. A mixture of cheerful and warmth had worked its way across his visage and yet another contagious smile broke through—as if it had even left to begin with. Bramblemarsh was thrilled by not only Flurrywing’s acceptance of his piece, but amazed she wished to learn! No one had ever asked him, and the prospect excited the tom.
“I’d love to teach-"
Cut off before he could reach the conclusion to his statement, the tom’s head raised away from Flurrywing—noticing something different from the normal ruckus often assigned to be rowdy apprentices or an excited warrior. Something wrong. Then he heard it, cries for help, cries of fire.
His fur stood on end, hearing the shrill cries of his Clan-mates erupt in a horrid cacophony, the dreadful news rattling camp to its core. Panic flared deep within his chest and reflected across the emerald making up his gaze.
“Flurrywing, c’mon, follow me,” he gasped, pushing the white she-cat to the entrance with him. On normal circumstance, he’d never touch a female without permission, but this was a life-or-death situation. In his jaws he held his prized possession, refusing to leave it to burn. Meanwhile, he used his body to shield his white companion from the on-coming swarm of panicked warriors, taking the brunt of their shoving. Smoke came heavy against his nostrils and his muzzle wrinkled to show discomfort.
The fire was close.
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Post by Weaselstar on Feb 27, 2020 20:49:26 GMT -5
// Weaselstar since Weasel passed out and Betta is about to go in, would you mind if Betta managed to bring Weasel out? Maybe Snow could stay at his side afterwards :00 If not it's all good Yo, when he comin?!XD)
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Post by 【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】 on Feb 27, 2020 21:26:28 GMT -5
// Weaselstar sorry I've been terribly busy ^^ it should be up soon
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Post by Weaselstar on Feb 27, 2020 21:54:31 GMT -5
It’s ok we all have personal lives.)
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 28, 2020 0:54:46 GMT -5
Batwhisker » Batwhisker had hoped that by getting out of camp things would be easier, but that proved to be the wrong assumption as soon as he realized that being outside of camp was no better than being stuck inside.
Smoke billowed around the dry terrain. The roar of the oncoming fire drowned out the rush of blood in Batwhisker's ears. The heat from the surging flames was enough that the tom was sure he was burning right then and there, and he was scared to look at his flanks due to the fact that he felt like his very flesh was melting off. Coughing racked his body, his thin frame shuddering with each breath he took, but he kept going. He wasn't just escaping for himself, he was escaping for Doveheart, and he could only imagine how hard of a time she was having what with her leg. Her injuries from the fox had been greater than Batwhisker's, and he knew just how hard of a time he was having with the wounds he had received from the whole ordeal.
For a brief moment the wind cleared enough of the fire and smoke in front of him that he could just make out the Thicket in the near distance. "We're...almost...there..." Batwhisker struggled to get the words out. With each trembling step he could feel his body trying to give up, but he couldn't. He was determined to get Doveheart to safety, and he quite honestly would die trying. In such a short time the other warrior had become extremely important to him, and he wasn't about to let anything else happen to her. Each step was getting them further away from the fire, but they weren't in the clear just yet. No cat was, but if they could just make it the last few pawsteps to the safety of the Thicket where the fire had yet to reach, then they would be alright. If they could just push on a little further, then together they would survive both fox and fire.
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Post by 【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】 on Feb 28, 2020 1:28:09 GMT -5
Bettastrike - Warrior aether 's Sedgetail ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע 's Koipaw Weaselstar 's Weaselpaw
Returning to his growing scorched earth wasn't the first sight Bettastrike wanted to witness. As his body managed to plunge itself down the cavern's entrance, Bettastrike's paws beat against the growing mixture of water and dust. His muscles tensed from the sudden adrenaline, but his determination and faith brought him forward—to continue onward into his home territory where he could warn his fellow comrades and relatives of the abrupt news. However, somehow they seemed to hear his cries over the roaring and the rods flashing across the sky. Luckily, their ears had detected his voice over the pouring raindrops when the clouds were silent. His running came to a halt as the loud crackling of fire reached his ears. Quickly, curiosity gained his full attention, and his cranium lifted upwards to gaze at their ceiling—with roots embedded into the dry land and above was the field beginning to be surrounded by gliding ashes and embers. The flames were hissing every time it received a droplet, and they swayed with a dangerous ferocity that was reflected in his spheres.
Bettastrike's skull to analyze the situation—discover those who were in need—carefully watching Sedgetail go into the medicine cat den. His strong limb reached forward to force his body to pursue the maiden. However, a sudden petite physique pressed itself against his with an overwhelming force that knocked the red tom back, but he remained on his paws. The skin surrounding his eyes lifted, giving the countenance of one who contained growing bewilderment—but instead of gawking at his sib, the male parted his jaws to speak, but was quickly silenced by the haze of fear that drifted around in his sister's sun-filled orbs. Koipaw was afraid—and not just of anything any typical she-cat would be worrying about at a devastating time like so. No, instead—she was afraid to lose him. Her words caused his bosom to swell—no brother wanted to hear his younger sister plead him to take her with him into growing blazes. He nervously contemplated on leaving the physician behind—but quickly dismissed the thought knowing she would follow after him. Bettastrike wouldn't want to risk his sister's life over something so serious. She would be a hero, but she was too young. Especially when she had so much potential. Instead, the older feline shook his head, pupils locked with Koipaw's as his voice came out lovingly. "No KoKo...It's too dangerous." Carefully, his eyes disconnected with his sisters and instead, saw Weaselpaw's frozen state. "Besides, almost everyone is out. Stay here." His voice boomed—thick with venom and authority—signalling it was an order. Something that was rare to escape from Bettastrike's maw, but wasn't non-existing. Although the order was something that most would avoid, the red tomcat knew his sister wouldn't leave until she was satisfied that he was going to make it out with his heart pumping his blood. His muscular physique positioned itself away from his sister and began to sprint as Weaselpaw's body began to fall towards their base.
When he arrived to the brown-pelted juvenile, Bettastrike breathed at the approaching flames, which were beginning to nip at his equally as strikingly orange tips. Carefully, he placed his paw under the novice, and quickly lifting him high enough to where Bettastrike could place the tom on his spine. He gave a small jump with his hindquarters, with enabled Bettastrike to adjust Weaselpaw comfortably onto his flank. Worry struck through him as he realized Sedgetail hadn't escaped the medicine cat den, and worriedly, his voice cried out the she-cat's name. "Sedgetail! Come on we're leaving! The fire's spreading too fast." Quickly, hearing some noise from the medicine cat den, he turned away and began to make it towards Koipaw, constantly turning his head to look for the pretty damsel.
They exited, and Bettastrike turned around to face the flash of warm tones that ate up their territory. A small sigh escaped him, and he turned to Koipaw, gently flicking his tail over her nose before placing Weaselpaw on the ground. "Koipaw, could you check him? When you're done, we can leave. I don't want smoke inhalation ruining his breathing before he get to where Applestar wants us." Speaking of the she-cat, Bettastrike began to worry where his aunt was. He heard her voice when the fire broke out, but never once had he spotted her red and white coat. Carefully, he eyed the entrance, waiting for his kin's possible arrival. "Did you need help?" He softly spoke, looking away from the calico but still attentive to her honey-coated vocals. "Also... have any of you seen Applestar?"
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Post by 【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】 on Feb 28, 2020 1:41:08 GMT -5
Umberlake - Warrior Feathertalon 's Hareleap
Hareleap's voice rushed to the tom's ears in no time, and suddenly his happy moment with his newly announced mate was ruined and replaced with dread. Smoke was beginning to fill the sky and Umberlake could see the growing blaze at their site. For once, Umberlake could feel genuine fear—despite being grumpy, Umberlake still cared for his clan—and now that they were being threatened by a sudden fire almost made his stomach churn and grow butterflies—and they weren't good ones. Immediately, he followed after his tabby mate, limbs nimbly stretching as he made his way towards the camp.
Worry spread through him, wondering what the locations of his clanmates were—why they hadn't spotted the fire yet. However, as he thought it, he saw the clan cats pooling out from their tunnels into the field and making their way to where Applestar most likely direction them for safety. A small smile tugged at his lips, glad that they had noticed in time, and his pace depreciated the closer he got.
His paws continued to crush the dry leaves atop of their dry floor, realizing that the rain hadn't seeped through it's dry layer and instead, was swallowed whole. Because of this, Umberlake missed a step and almost fell, but he persisted onward to keep up with the speed of his superior. Admiration came pooling into his heart, but he knew better than to express these kind of emotions at a time of tragedy, and instantly pushed them away.
When he arrived, he quickly began to usher felines out, nodding to them and directing his comrades to go to higher ground where Applestar directed them. When the group began to decrease in number, he turned to Hareleap, worry expressed in his grayed orbs before turning to the flames that were beginning to engulf more of their land. "What do we do..." He breathed as rain continued to pour down. The chocolate tom was still worried of what might happen after this whole incident—but first they needed to focus on who was still inside.
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Post by aether on Feb 28, 2020 6:09:13 GMT -5
Stormfrost;; Thicket ;; Mothflight ;; brambleflight ;;
Stormfrost nodded thoughtfully. Although the ginger she-cat beside seemed to shrug off the compliment, he was still impressed by her actions. Once again, a pang of envy at she had been a brave warrior, and he had been frozen with fear. She shook his pelt and had to remind himself that her actions wasn't something her should be envious of. Instead, he should be proud of his clanmate. His eyes had mixed, unreadable thoughts and emotions muddled about like a poor, helpless kit. At the kind touch of her tail, Stormfrost rose his head again to meet her gaze. He knew he could never speak his emotions, for they were utterly ridiculous - so when he gazed at Mothflight, there was a look of guilt.
Her words rang in his ears and he looked around the scorched earth that was continuing to be ruined by the flames. She was right. If the drought had made it difficult to hunt, he couldn't imagine trying to hunt when the prey had succumbed to the flames. There wouldn't be anything left in the thicket! "I wonder if... we'll have to leave..." there was uncertainty to his words, but looking back to the camp, he knew one thing for sure: there wasn't anything left for them to return to.
"We'll have to see what Applestar says, everyone is so tired and hungry that we can't travel too far." He looked around to his clanmates, each of them looked scrawnier than ever after so many moons without water, which meant that prey had become so scarce.
Flurrywing;; Escaping Fire ;; Bramblemarsh ;; ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע ;;
There was nothing that brought she snowy she-cat more joy than watching Bramblemarsh's entire physique relax. Well, that is what she thought. Then Bramblemarsh looked at her with blazing eyes and a dorky, beautiful grin, and Flurrywing had no choice but to return her with a broad grin of her own. His joy was contagious, and Flurrywing found herself kneading at the ground with inexplicable excitement. "I'm glad!" she squeaked, "I think it's great, so you should be happy."
Her ears perked to listen keenly as Bramblemarsh began to speak again, her yellow gaze peered as her tucked the handiwork into the safety of his side. She imagined making of her own and felt a sense of glee - imagining a future where kits of her own could bound and pounce at the dangling pieces to create a song of their own. She looked to his warm emerald gaze and thought that there wasn't another tom like him. She was well aware of his tragic life, he'd lost so much and yet... there he sat, grinning warmly, exploring creativity - a feat she'd never seen another cat do.
When the yowl sounded, she'd been so intrigued by Bramblemarsh's words that she almost missed it. She heard the sound, but hadn't caught the words. It was when Bramblemarsh's eyes had widened with fear that she snapped out of her daze and she stepped backwards, whipping her head around in confusion.
It was a few moments more before she caught on to the situation. Fire? Fire! Her long fur began to bristle and her paws shifted nervously on the ground. She flinched as a cat pelted past her, brushing past her shoulder and causing her to stumble back a step. Her yellow gaze was wide with terror, and it was only Bramblemarsh's gentle nudging that made her paws move. She ducked her head and pressed her trembling body against the safety of Bramblemarsh's side. She mewled quietly as cats starting pummeling past to escape, the different coloured pelts all merged into one giant mass - only adding to the fear and confusion that made her head spin.
The scent of smoke caught in her throat and she let out a choked cough. It seemed like heartbeats ago that the call had sounded, and yet smoke was already creeping into the tunnels and creating a haze that burned her eyes. With Bramblemarsh's help, she was able to push out of the tunnel, only to be faced with the great blazing wall of fire. The intensity of its heat made her feel as though she would melt where she stood, and she had to squint her eyes against the force of the billowing smoke. With her ears flattened against her skull, she could barely manage to follow the fleeing shapes of cats around her - stumbling over her own paws before she was able to manage a run. The grey ash from the air caught in her lustrous pelt, making it appear speckled and smudged.
The cats were disappearing into the thicket, so that is where she headed. She turned her head to catch sight of Bramblemarsh with panicked eyes.
Annnnd the rest of my replies will come tomorrow because i need to go to bed and get up for my 6am shift tomorrow.
i am traveling home tomorrow too so my replies wont be up until later, sorry guys :c <3
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Post by Voidastral on Feb 28, 2020 8:58:07 GMT -5
Beetlejaw
His ears radioed towards the call of his name. Thats Stonehawk! "I'm coming to find you, okay!?" He shouted back, now following his friends voice. This was very very bad. It'd just been raining! Was this Starclan's final warning to them? The tom didn't know but he was determined to save his clanmates.
Whiteshell
The she-cat bodded, voice growing raspy "I wish there was too. But I think all we've got is comforting those in safety and heeding this warning. If you could even call it that. It's more," she paused to cough, "It's more a statement telling us to just-just leave." Worry grew to sadness. She'd grown up here all her life, and yet they were going to have to move.
Honeybranch
The tabby had long since left the camp. Standing outside and watching on in horror as her clan's home, her home, burnt over and died for re al this time. A drought is one thing, a longer drought is too but a fire? It was a clear sign telling them to leave. So why hadn't they left moons before? This could've all been avoided had they listened. Not that she was free of guilt. She'd been ignoring a lot of thd problem herself.
((Btw i think I missed it but did the elders ever go back to camp or are they just chilling at warm rocks?))
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Post by cowbird on Feb 28, 2020 9:07:04 GMT -5
VoidastralStonehawk twisted to the direction of the tom's voice and began to crawl over, his eyes squinted. Even through the smoke, he could faintly smell Beetlejaw's scent and he knew he was near him. Just then, the was a rattle in the fallen branches next to him and a cat exploded wildly out, their eyes huge and fur singed and on end. Rainberry!
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"This wasn't a vicious beast, but an intelligent, gentle creature."
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Post by ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע on Feb 28, 2020 10:43:57 GMT -5
✦ Territory ✦ Voidastral 's Coarsepetal , ☾ѕησσzє☽ 's Whorlbreeze , && Tamarisk 's Tamarisksway ✦ "I don't know how I'm going to win. I just know I'm not going to lose."
Picking up his head from the warmth of stone, Sunwasp felt his hackles rise in prickly fashion along his spine, a warning almost described as a sixth sense and giving him the striking look of a wasp. In his countenance lay a cold calm as he swept the area with a piercing regard and a keen nose. Nothing. Then, everything.
Lightning ripped apart the sky in tendrils of white fire. What followed he couldn’t hear, but rattled against his bones. His ears twitched to meet with the violent vibrations of thunder.
But something was wrong. Warning sung in his heart and opened his mind to an alerted poise. His suspicions confirmed a few moments later. Wind beat against his face, bringing with it the bitter scent of smoke. Adrenaline pumped through his blood, energizing his body past mere vigor. He sprang to his paws, quickly gauging where the flames had started. From his elevated placement, his gaze allowed to pinpoint the exact spot—just beyond the Thicket and spreading quickly. Just then, a panicked duo ran past, faces twisted in fear. Their lips warned of a disaster of fire, further confirming what he had already seen. Then off they went, no doubt to warn camp.
Instead of springing in pursuit, he stamped his paws against the stone, snarling a vicious: “Fire. Follow me.” His first word all day, loud and clear, as rumbling as the thunder he could not hear. He pointed to Tamarisksway, then to Coarsepetal.
“Tail,” he ordered in a throaty growl, indicating the retired healer shepherd the blind elder. Meanwhile, the tom would lead them through the safest route he could mentally conjure. Already the smoke had thickened. The fire was on its way, and quickly. He leapt from stone and onto land, beckoning a tail and a growl to follow. Just then, a blur of calico fur slipped past his side, hurtling into the undergrowth. He gave a hiss of warning, but Koipaw had already vanished. Something in him wanted to follow, but he couldn’t comprise the safety of the elders for an uncharacteristically foolhardy apprentice.
He started off, opposite to the medic and away from the wildfire, but not without waiting for the elders to follow. Voidastral - - { They’re still at the rocks and Sun is trying to evacuate them to higher grounds ^^ }
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Post by Voidastral on Feb 28, 2020 18:20:29 GMT -5
((ah! I'll wait on tamarisk then for a reply!))
Beetlejaw
The tom looked around, he could hear Rainberry's yelps. However, he reached Stonehawk first "Come on-" he paused, heaving and coughing "Do you need help walking?" he spoke fast, attempting not to lose much breath. The smoke was already becoming so thick, it was hard to see, his eyes almost burnt when they were open.
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Post by Tamarisk on Feb 29, 2020 0:54:23 GMT -5
[TAM-TAM]Voidastral ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע The downpour quickly soaked through Tamarisksway’s thick and matted fur coat. A bright flash of white light, chased by a loud crack of thunder, streaked through the sky and briefly illuminated the fearful expressions of her clanmates with perfect clarity. The overbearing sound sent a sharp slice of pain through her skull and for a moment she could only hear a shrill whistling noise in her ears. The old molly shut her eyes tightly to will away the sudden sensation of nausea and vertigo that followed.
It passed almost as quickly as it came. Tamarisk lifted her gaze to notice Sunwasp taking charge. She heard his authoritative command, albeit muffled by the whistling sound still resounding in her ears, telling her to guide Coarsepetal and follow him. Years of experience, training, and muscle memory instantly responded. Although time had depleted most of her physical strength, it had not stolen her natural ability to react to crises and act under pressure.
Tamarisksway brushed up next to her old, blind, companion and offered her tail. “Hold on to me,” she shouted to Coarsepetal above the gusts of wind and rain, “You will move faster that way. I’ll do my best to give you a path that will not trip your paws.”
The wind chilled her frail, soaked form and sent torturous aches through her bones. The old tabby gritted her teeth at the pain as she followed after Sunwasp and guided Coarsepetal forward. Even when Koipaw broke ranks to run towards camp, she did not falter. She could not. The former healer knew the role that was necessary for her to play in this moment.
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Post by Tamarisk on Feb 29, 2020 1:56:00 GMT -5
[RILLWATCHER]【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】 Feathertalon (Antpaw or Fleapaw) (( and anyone else who is in the healer's den, I think aether 's Doveheart is also there)) Rillwatcher sprang to his paws but did not run. He heard his leader’s orders carry above the harsh elements and instantly understood what must be done. The mentor’s body tensed as he braced against the wind and counted his clanmates sprinting by. There was no time to explain to his apprentice what his intentions were, but, fortunately, he didn’t have to. Rill breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Snowpaw join the rest in running towards the thicket.
“Good,” he muttered to himself. Bettastrike and Sedgetail would surely take care of her, as well as Lochpaw and Weaselpaw. However, he had not seen any indication that the healer’s den had been evacuated, and many injured clanmates had visited there recently.
Rillwatcher flattened his ears against the onslaught of rain, turned to face camp, and launched forward in a breakneck dash toward the healer’s den. An ominous cloud of smoke loomed over the open field like a predatory spirit of death. He held his breath until he had plunged into one of the open tunnels, but his eyes were already watering from the noxious air. By the time he reached the medicine den his vision was blurred and his throat was raw. The warrior could barely make out the forms of Gingerlilly, Antpaw, Rabbitspring, and Ashenflame.
"Gin--" Rill coughed, "Gingerlilly, I came to help evacuate. Tell--" the poisonous air compelled him to cough again, but he cleared his throat and asserted, "Just tell me what you need, Healer!"
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Post by aether on Feb 29, 2020 4:05:43 GMT -5
Doveheart ;; Escaping ;; Batwhisker ;; Feathertalon ;;
With each desperate paw step, Doveheart grew weaker and weaker. Her eyelids were struggling to hold open, and her head felt as though it was spinning. The lack of oxygen in her lungs was taking its toll on her body. This entire experienced was something she had never experienced before - on one paw, she felt terrified, and on the other, she was accepting her fate. Ragged, breathless coughs made up the majority of Doveheart's breathing - what air she did manage to intake was from occasional gasping breaths. This is why she felt confident that StarClan was going to take her now. Despite all her efforts, she was only getting weaker. She had barely made it to the thicket before she collapsed into a heap.
The beautiful she-cat looked nothing like she had only a day earlier. Her pelt was now stained grey from the ash that rained from the sky, and her leg was red from her wound which had reopened somewhere along the way. She looked small and helpless, her body trembling with each cough that racked it. Her throat clenched tightly, feeling scratched from the smoke, and her lungs screamed. When she opened her eyes, her yellow eyes were fearful, but there was a stubborn gleam. She was sure StarClan was calling her name, and yet she did not want to answer.
"B-Batwhisker," she wheezed, her voice sounding rough, "Are you okay?" She struggled her raise her head and look to the black tom - but she made no effort to move the rest of her body. If they would have to continue escaping, she wasn't sure she would be able to continue - at least not by herself. She'd never felt for helpless in her entire life. She laid her head back on the ground, but her yellow gaze didn't move from the black tom. He had become her beacon, the light that she looked to for stability. It had been such a short time in which he had become that to her, but his impact was meaningful.
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Post by aether on Feb 29, 2020 4:29:24 GMT -5
Sedgetail ;; Escaping ;; Bettastrike, Koipaw ;; 【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】 , ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע ;;
Sedgetail burst through the entrance to the medicine cat den, her sides heaving after having run so desperately to camp. When inside, her eyes darted around - taking in the different colours pelts around, but not catching side of the white and calico she was searching for. She hesitated, watching as Doveheart and Batwhisker began to stumble out of the den, followed by Swampshade, Ashflame, and Rabbitspring. With Rabbitspring and Ashenflame to help, Sedgetail was certain that the other injured warriors would make it safely to the thicket as Applestar had yowled.
The smoke was beginning to fill the air, making Sedgetail recoil at its disgusting scent and painful aftertaste. Distantly, over the sound of roaring flames nearby, she heard Bettastrike call out to her. We're leaving! He had called. Sedgetail turned tail and started for the exit, but she caught herself. With the fire, the medicine cats were going to rely on their herbs more than ever - and if they evacuated too quickly, there would be nothing left for the medics to use. Thinking quickly, Sedgetail bounded to the herb storage and grabbed a big leaf. She deposited all the herbs so could get her jaws on, swiping them up quickly into her maw before spitting them out onto the leaf. The smoke was beginning to hang heavier in the air, and time was running out.
She'd gathered a decent pile of miscellaneous herbs - she hadn't the time to sit and think about which herbs she recognized would be helpful, so whatever she had grabbed she just hoped would help. Using the big leaf to hold the herbs, to clamped her teeth firmly around it and sprinted out of the den and up the tunnel slope. Bursting out of the tunnel, her gaze darted. The saw the familiar shapes of Bettastrike and Koipaw nearby, as well as the slumped form of Weaselpaw. Oh no! Her eyes widened with terror at the thought of the young apprentice being mortally harmed. She was at their sides a heartbeat later. "Are you okay?!" She squeaked over her mouthful, which she was reluctant to put down in case the leaves spilled out and blew away in the harsh, hot winds. She looked from her best friend to Bettastrike, finding it comforting that they were both safe. But there were not out of the worst of the fire just yet. It still stood over them like a wall, no end in sight. And when it was finished with their territory... she shivered uneasily at the thought of their forest and moorland - reduced to nothing but a crisp.
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Post by aether on Feb 29, 2020 8:03:39 GMT -5
Foxpounce ;; Thicket ;; Whiteshell ;; Voidastral ;;
Whiteshell's words troubled the tom, his looks of anger turned to exhaustion, and his shoulders slumped. He looked defeated, but he couldn't hold the she-cats gaze in fear that if he did, he would only see scorn - as though she thought he was weak. He hated the thought of leaving their home which they all knew so well. It seemed obvious though. If they were waiting for a sign from StarClan, this seemed more clear than anything: they had to move on, as they could no longer live on the moors. His claws dug into the earth and his stomach clenched. He could feel his lungs easing since he'd not been in the smoke for too long, but his throat still scratched when he spoke, "I don't want to leave..." his usual defiant attitude came out in the words but there wasn't a single ounce of passion to it - instead, it was mournful sadness. "But you're right, we don't have much choice..." his tail drooped.
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