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Post by Voidastral on Mar 7, 2020 15:15:16 GMT -5
((morning! And thats okay aether I thought that may hav been the case so I just wanted to repost n check!!
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 7, 2020 22:41:17 GMT -5
hey guys i'll get replies up in the next day or two, things got busy again im sorry ;w;'
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Post by 【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】 on Mar 8, 2020 1:58:07 GMT -5
Riverjay - Warrior Feathertalon 's Hareleap
Lids reeled upwards to expose wide orbs the color of a jay’s feather— hence her suffix. A boiling inferno was reflected within the lens of her eyes, causing her pupils to widen—fear encrypted into her lighter azure swirls. The molly inhaled, fumes from the burgeoning blazes entering her lungs. A sharp ripping in her bosom caused her to let out a cry before breaking out into a harsh coughing fit— lungs tensing with every choked noise. Immediately the she-cat ducked to avoid the cloud of ashes and smoke, along with the heat from the flames. She held her breath and began to crawl under the fire that was growing towards her, and attempted to direct herself out of the den towards the camp exit.
There— an open crevice between the tunnel system's walls and a boulder remained a petite huntress that was curled within a ball merely hours ago. She had decided to rest there when her encounter with Grimgaze had gotten a bit awkward, so she gave up her hunt after numerous failed attempts to find life, and instead, began her way home— where she grew exhausted and plopped her physique down in a quiet and solitary spot. But her peaceful dreams were destroyed with the sounds of screaming, and she watched as most of her clan-mates were beginning to make their way out of their now scorched campsite. Her heart was pumping blood faster than she had ever experienced— it's throbbing reaching her ears and tainting most of her sense. Never had she expected such a great day to break out into complete chaos.
She kept her body low— tufts of white and gray that belonged to the she-cat's stomach gingerly brushed against the dry land. Although the fire was practically nipping at her pelt, Riverjay held a steady frame—continuing at a decent and careful pace towards the camp entrance. It was a bit difficult, of course—she had to go between two pairs of flames coming at two different angles. Cautiously, she placed her paw between the two fires, and she prepared to lunge her body forward—just as her mentor informed her of doing in a situation like now, many moons ago. However, just as her back legs forced her weight forward and her body was projected forward—a loud cracking rippled throughout the camp. Riverjay's orbs drifted up to catch the sight of a branch falling, flames engulfing it's now charred flakes. She gasped at the sight, managing to place her paws on the land before jumping out of the way—the branch barely missing her whole body—and instead, scraped her shoulder. She erupted into a coughing fit once more— her chest beginning to grow sore from the inhalation of smoke and debris.
She looked up, eyes beginning to tear up as the hot air reached her face. Her landing wasn't enough— and instead, she was trapped inside of the flames she attempted to escape. A concerning sight for the she-cat indeed—and worry began to fill her heart as it dropped to her stomach. She was undoubtedly surrounded by a growing inferno—and there wasn't much she could do. Slowly, she was losing her patience and her head—and instead, began to grow desperate as she paced back and forth, looking for an opening to escape—the camp's exit tunnel slowly being engulfed by the flames from her vision.
"H-Help!" She choked out before harshly coughing immediately.
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Post by aether on Mar 8, 2020 4:18:02 GMT -5
Foxpounce ;; Thicket ;; Whiteshell ;; Voidastral ;;
It was one of the few times that Foxpounce had seen anger radiate from the creamy she-cat, but it was well deserved. He, too, was angry that all they could was stand and watch as their home was destroyed by the heartless flames. All they could do was stand there and choke as smoke filled the air and stung their eyes. It wasn't fair. His claws dug into the grass and he tore at it impatiently, "If StarClan had abandoned us, then we don't need them anyway!" He hissed, "We can fend for ourselves, you'll see." If his words were supposed to be comforting, then he didn't do very well. I'll make sure I take care of my Clan, he thought to himself. It might be surprising, but Foxpounce - despite his temper and his hot-headed attitude - was very loyal to his clan. He'd fight to his death if he had too. "If we leave, at least we'll be able to go somewhere with more prey." He muttered.
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Post by Voidastral on Mar 8, 2020 12:56:51 GMT -5
Whiteshell
The cream warrior let out a long sigh, she listened to Foxpounce. He had a point, they could always find a way to survive. The clan was strong, with or without their ancestors. Maybe this was just some kind of trial to prove that? A stupid one though. "You're right. We've always been strong, and we can stay that way." she agreed, though some part of her heart fell flat. Somewhere with prey would be nice. But many cats could die if not here than on the journey they would. Thinking of their elders, some may make it but many were just too frail. Even some warrior's proved not to be up to good health nowadays.
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Post by cowbird on Mar 8, 2020 18:06:40 GMT -5
Voidastral Rainberry heard a distorted voice call out to her through the smoke and she sqinted her eyes, attemping to recall who's voice that was. She decided to quit that- either way it was someone trying to save her and that was a priority right now. She shifted closer to the smoldered branches and called out, "Over here!" Voidastral- in case you missed it dear))
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Post by Protractor on Mar 8, 2020 18:13:02 GMT -5
(All my children are open x3
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 8, 2020 18:26:00 GMT -5
i've got a few cats open but i've been so slow with replies lately that it might be a while before i could get anything up ^^; i know i've still got a bat and hare reply to do
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Post by Voidastral on Mar 9, 2020 11:45:14 GMT -5
((Oh sorry!! I did miss that!))
Beetlejaw
The tom's ear flickered towards the call. That sounded like Rainberry! His nose was useless now so he could only try and remember which way her voice came from "Okay, I'm coming to get you!" he called, his voice hoarse. He followed the general direction, attempting to look for the she-cat "Are you under anything?"
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Post by cowbird on Mar 9, 2020 12:46:30 GMT -5
VoidastralRainberry squeezed through the flaming branch, hissing as the flames licked her back, but she forced away the pain, and plopped on the grass, her eyes searching. "R...right here!" she called.
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 9, 2020 13:11:11 GMT -5
Batwhisker » That was the longest it had ever taken Batwhisker to get from camp to the Thicket. He was beyond tired and every part of his body was in pain, but he had made it, and the relief from knowing that was enough for him to ignore everything going on right now.
And the fact that Doveheart was right there beside him as well helped a lot.
There was no way he would be able to talk anymore. He was sure all the smoke and ash he had breathed in had rubbed his throat completely raw and any attempt to speak now would permanently damage his vocal cords and throat to the point of no return. Luckily, though, he was able to get everything he wanted to say across with gestures and gentle touches.
Despite his current state Batwhisker could very easily stay where he was for hours upon hours just curled up there beside Doveheart. Her presence was comforting, and that in and of itself was enough to keep Batwhisker from truly panicking about everything that had happened now that he was as out of harm’s way as he could be. It also helped that he could make out the voices of Clanmates around them as well, their voices louder in volume than the crackling of the fire that was surely still spreading across WhisperClan territory like a plague. He wasn’t even worried about that just yet, about how their home would be devastated and completely different from what it once was. His mind had yet to stumble onto those thoughts, which was probably a good thing considering Batwhisker couldn’t afford to panic over something entirely different now.
Having made it to safety and now knowing everything was going to be okay, as far as he knew, the black tomcat settled in closer to Doveheart, breathing in her comforting scent, ignoring the sooty tang that clung to her just as he was sure it clung to him as well. He managed a few comforting licks across her pelt. If he could he’d tell her that perhaps Gingerlily had made it to the Thicket by now as well and that she’d soon be making rounds to check on the injured and sick. Batwhisker still knew Doveheart’s leg was a bloody mess, and he worried more and more about how it would end up healing, but surely soon she would be taken care of again and everything would be as okay as it could be after a fire.
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 9, 2020 13:12:26 GMT -5
Hareleap »
Hareleap thanked all of StarClan that he was a long-limbed feline with speed that matched his namesake.
He ran as fast as he could across ground he was so familiar with he didn’t even have to think about where to put his paws. He dodged dips in the ground, leaped over dried out bushes, and swerved right past rocks. There was nothing slowing him down, nothing stopping him. Only one thing was on his mind, and that was to make sure his Clan was safe beyond anything else.
As he neared camp, Hareleap slowed down ever so slightly, taking in the sight of everything before him.
An angry blaze roared just right outside the camp. Smoke was billowing into the tunnels making it extremely hard to see just what all was going on. He could at least see that cats were evacuating, most in pairs or groups. That gave the deputy some form of relief, but just because he could see that cats were running toward the direction of the Thicket didn’t mean every cat was able to make it to safety.
Knowing that he wouldn’t be able to rest easy until he had checked the camp himself for any other Clanmates, Hareleap turned to Umberlake with a seriousness in his gaze that silently spoke of wanting no objections. ”I’m going into camp. You stay out here and help Applestar get the Clan to safety. I’ll be back soon.” He could only hope that he would be back soon.
Before darting off he leaned over and pressed his nose against Umberlake’s cheek. Just as quickly as he had initiated the affectionate gesture he sprung forward and headed into camp, emerging right into the inferno that had engulfed the one home he had ever known.
Heat rushed over him at the same time smoke slapped him in the face. Hareleap recoiled back, eyes stinging as the breath was knocked right out of him, but he shook his head and kept going, pushing onward with the determination to save his Clanmates fueling him. He would run through a thousand infernos if it meant protecting the cats he had grown up with.
Fiery debris was swirling through the air. Hareleap couldn’t see that far in front of him so he had to rely mostly on what he could hear. Smell wasn’t an option either, his nose clogged up with the stench of fire. He was at least able to make noises out beyond just the thundering of the flames threatening to engulf the entirety of camp and turn it into nothing but ash and soot.
A crack split the air, sharp and frightening. Hareleap stopped in his tracks, eyes growing wide as he watched a flaming limb split from its base and crash onto the ground, flaming hot splinters entering the air and flying around. Hareleap had to jump back a few times to avoid any falling splinters and embers, but he was frozen in place when a voice he recognized entered the air.
”Riverjay!” The deputy called out. He knew his former apprentice’s voice without a doubt, and judging by the sound of it she wasn’t that far off. ”Riverjay, I’m coming!” Hareleap hoped his voice carried above the fire as he rushed toward the sound of the molly’s voice all the while praying to StarClan that it wasn’t too late to save her.
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Post by Protractor on Mar 9, 2020 16:01:26 GMT -5
( Feathertalon that's fine. I can throw up a starter if ya want
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Post by aether on Mar 9, 2020 16:09:48 GMT -5
[ hey guys I will reply after work today!
Protractor I have blackbird and jackdawheart free ATM C: ]
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Post by Protractor on Mar 9, 2020 17:53:54 GMT -5
(I can yeet Crowsong at ya
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Post by Weaselstar on Mar 9, 2020 21:14:11 GMT -5
Lala
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Post by aether on Mar 10, 2020 3:55:42 GMT -5
Foxpounce ;; Thicket ;; Whiteshell ;; Voidastral ;;
Troubled emotions clouded Whiteshell's gaze, and her tone was dreary as she agreed. Like everyone, she'd suffered a harsh blow to her spirit. Glancing around, the ginger tom saw that almost all of the clan had made it to the safety of the thick, though there were a few missing. He peered back over the bushes and watched the fire blazing - it was a good distance from them, although one change of the winds could send it their way. "Come on, let's get some water. Doveheart and Batwhisker look like they need it," he flicked his tail to the injured pair who were curled tightly together. "It's soothe out throats, too." He added, his voice was still raspy from the inhalation. He bounded to a nearby tree and clawed a chunk of moss from the base of its roots, perfect for dipping in the water and bringing back to for the others to drink.
Stormfrost ;; Thicket ;; Mothflight ;; brambleflight ;;
She's keen like an eagle, Stormfrost quickly stilled his paws at her words and he tipped his head. There was no point in lying about his concerns if she was able to read right through him. With a soft sigh, he meowed, "I was just looking around. I-I can't see Applestar anywhere. Or Hareleap either..." his words drifted as he looked back to ginger she-cat. What would their clan do if their leader and deputy didn't come back? If so many believed that StarClan had abandoned them, would they listen to any signs? He unsheathed his claws and sank them into the recently dampened earth. "They must have gone to camp to make sure no one was left behind," he mused. It was a very honorable thing to do for the leader and deputy, but what about the rest of the clan? What would they do if the fire took their lives?
Doveheart ;; Thicket ;; Batwhisker ;; Feathertalon ;;
It was many, long moments before Doveheart was able to speak again. Her throat was still pained from the smoke, yet her determination outweighed the searing pain. Whilst her lungs felt as though they squeezed and yearned for air, she spoke slow to steady her words. "I owe you one. Again," her words were roughened with pain. In her peripherals, she saw her leg - a bloodied mess that sent hot pain up and down her body with each movement. Although they had only been able to move slowly, it had been enough to tear open the wound once more - and without herbs, she could only pray to StarClan that it wouldn't get infected.
Her life before now had remained relatively uneventful, and yet in the span of the day she'd fought a fox, made a life-long friend, and escaped a fire. Her body willed for sleep, but her mind was yet to succumb. What if the fire turned and burned towards the thicket if the wind changed? Or what if her clanmates had to move suddenly, and she was snoring like a badger? No, she wanted to stay awake.
"Can you see everyone is here?" She croaked, she could see some of her clanmates - the sight of her older brothers grey and white pelt soothed her - but she couldn't help thinking that the cluster of cats was smaller than usual.
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Post by Protractor on Mar 10, 2020 16:52:27 GMT -5
( brambleflight Ight, I yeet Trickspark at ya x3
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Post by Protractor on Mar 11, 2020 6:36:47 GMT -5
(Ight, I'll get a starter up after I get home from school
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Post by Voidastral on Mar 11, 2020 10:10:36 GMT -5
((Ill be gone the next 3 days on a trip!! I may get on when I can but no guarantee, sorry!!
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 11, 2020 13:41:49 GMT -5
alright, quail! no rush on replies and i hope you enjoy your trip c:
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 11, 2020 13:51:37 GMT -5
Batwhisker » It was a long time until Batwhisker had enough strength to even find his voice, and even when he finally did speak up the words were rough and hoarse, clearly from all the smoke that he had breathed in while trying to escape the ruthless inferno.
Warmth unlike what he had felt when near the fire spread through him when he heard Doveheart's comment. It was a comforting warmth, gentle and soft, a warmth that he wouldn't mind experiencing for a little longer. "You don't owe me anything," he rasped weakly, once again pressing his nose into the ash covered fur of the other warrior.
For now he was able to rest, but worry for Doveheart's wounds was what kept him from falling into an exhausted slumber. "I..." He paused on the word, looking around after she had asked if he could make out everybody. Batwhisker could see a good amount of cats here and there, but he was sure not every WhisperClan member was accounted for. "I'm not sure." He continued looking around, able to place a few names on the darkened figures he could see huddled in the Thicket. He had yet to find Gingerlily, though, and worry thudded in the pit of his chest. Hopefully the medicine cat had made it out safe and sound...and hopefully she'd be able to make an appearance soon. Doveheart needed her, or even Koipaw. It wasn't safe to keep the warrior's injured leg exposed like this.
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Post by 【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】 on Mar 16, 2020 2:52:37 GMT -5
Riverjay 》The Fire / Camp Her cries were overpowered by the hissing that emitted from the flames—raindrops managing to brush the tips of the fire as they seeped through the holes within their camp's surface. It caught her by surprise—the flames were growing higher and almost touching the ceiling of their camp, and she was probably unable to escape from something this tragic. She bravely placed her paw down to prepare herself to launch her small frame forward once more, but instead, a loud, rippling crackle reached her ears, making the she-cat flinch and cancel her jump. A good thing too, for if she jumped, she would've been eaten by the flames that shifted and completely enclosed her inside the corner—easily catching her on fire and ripping at her pelt.
Another noise that was extremely unappealing to the she-cat's ears broke the booming cracks that escaped the inferno, which caused her ears to perk and her eyes to look up at the noise. She witnessed the base tumble down—covered in the flames itself—and observed as sharp embers and ash rose and added onto the clouds gather at the top of the tunnels. She took another breath— a small one at that— and broke out into another coughing fit, small burning sensation in her chest— but she brushed it off, knowing that it was all just the ash and smoke. But was it surely just smoke inhalation?
She nervously rubbed her paws together, anxious to discover a way out of her circle. Did she even have a chance of escaping afterwards? The camp was now falling apart... Something difficult to face, truly. Was it even worth making the effort to escape—or accept her fate to die in a fire? Now she was beginning to sound like Grimgaze—which caused a small smile to break onto her features despite the dire situation.
The huntress's amusement disappeared when a voice piped up over the hissing and cracking of the fire—and her heart fled downwards into her stomach. Her former mentor had came! Although she wasn't a fresh warrior nor apprentice, Riverjay had still felt the excitement whenever the deputy came around— she enjoyed his presence and took granted any time she had to patrol with him. So when she caught the sound of his voice—she instantly felt happiness— he always knew how to work even the hardest situations.
However, she also felt her heart drop for the fear that Hareleap seemed to lack. She didn't want him to risk his health for her—who was lesser. He was the deputy! He couldn't be thrown back for something like so. But it was also his duty to put others before himself—but even so—Riverjay didn't want him to come all the way back to rescue her—he could be rescuing others! Now that she thought about it, she was probably one of the very last left—seeing the smaller group of three escape the flames just before it got worse.
A small sigh of relief—yet still coaxed with anxiety and fear— escaped the she-cat. She desperately began to pace back and forth near the fire, catching the sight of her former mentor through the gaps that were revealed when the fire swayed and crackled. "Hareleap!" Riverjay called out, hope easily coating her tone. Desperate to not cause Hareleap to risk himself any more, Riverjay's eyes darted around, trying her hardest to analyze her surroundings and make a plan to reach Hareleap's location, but it was proving itself harder than it looked. "I-I-I can't find anything to go through. I missed my chance earlier. Do you see any open areas?"
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Post by Voidastral on Mar 16, 2020 12:18:34 GMT -5
Whiteshell
The she-cat nodded "Alright, that sounds like it'd be nice" her temper began to subside as they walked. She already felt so tired, like she'd walked a journey only to now, have to walk another. At least, she kind of hoped to walk another soon. It'd be foolish to remain here when Starclan's sent so many signs to shoo them out.
Beetlejaw
"Just keep breathing okay!" he called back, soon reaching her in the grass. The she-cat looked exhausted, more than he or her littermate had combined. She'd been here for just too long. "I'm going to try to drag you okay, I don't think you can stand." He whispered close to her ear so she wasn't straining to understand. With little patience for a response, he took to her scruff and began to pull her away from the fire.
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Post by 【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】 on Mar 16, 2020 20:40:31 GMT -5
》Bettastrike 》The Fire / Outside of Camp / Territory
Lids folded down onto only a quarter of Bettastrike's grayed orbs as he peered down at Weaselpaw, carefully observing the handiwork that his sib was trained to work. He was grateful for her to be outside at the time of the incident, and although she wasn't entirely out of the harm the fire could cause, at least Koipaw was outside of camp. If he would to lose her... it would be like losing Minnowfern all over again. She was a kind and loving she-cat who did her best to take care of the two—but for Bettastrike to lose his only sibling was something he wouldn't ever want to face. A parent is supposed to go before their offspring, and to him, and older sibling is supposed to go before the younger.
Despite them being out of reach of the fire, Bettastrike still felt secure. Koipaw wasn't in camp to begin with, so that was extremely comforting to the tom. Losing her would be the worse thing yet. Sedgetail was next to them too—he found comfort within that his interest wasn't hurt. She had potential— she was strong and beautiful, and for her to be by his sister's side made him find the comfort he sought. Koipaw was lucky to have such a brave and loyal friend, and for her to look after Koipaw when Bettastrike couldn't was a lot of help. Although he did had an interest in Sedgetail, it appeared that StarClan didn't want that to blossom, causing an uneasiness to settle in his chest. He turned his attention to the calico, orbs looking down to notice the bundle of herbs. Lids rose back to reveal his eyes full of azure life—restored from the grayed state before. He murmured an appraise to Sedgetail, acknowledging her mindset by saving some herbs, though it would easily be deemed as incoherent. Some clanmates will definitely be in need of some—it was smart thinking—another attribute as to why he admired her so much.
Never had he expected for a night like so to get so out of hand. Of course, they were blessed by StarClan with the gift of rain—a solution to their drought, but they were also cursed with the lightning that struck nearby their camp and spread to it. His cranium turned back to looked at the tunnels that were emitting smoke and the flames were rising out of the entrance. He was glad that his clanamtes made it out alive. It was tough for something so tragic to happen—and to see the camp evacuated in time was something that made the tom's heart swell in happiness. However, the lack o red and white was a concern to Bettastrike—their leader was someone who truly prized—just like Koipaw. His fear of Applestar not coming out rose with the concern, so he gently pressed his nose against Koipaw's cheek as she tended to Weaselpaw, and turned to Sedgetail. "Make sure she doesn't come after me." He whispered, eyes hardening on the smaller calico, but laced with brotherly fondness and fear. With that, he turned away and broke into a sprint—ducking under the smoke and fire and into the tunnels, crouching as he maneuvered around the fire.
"Auntie!" He cried out, looking around frantically. "Applestar!" His voice boomed over the hissing—unable to detect the patches of red and white. A small pang, almost as if his heart had dropped, occurred in his bosom, and the russet warrior stumbled backwards, uneasy about the situation. Something caused him to feel lightheaded—perhaps from inhaling the smoke or the rushing memory of when he was alone in the woods as a kit. The same uneasy feeling rushed to his head—his sense of direction suddenly vanished. The camp looked so familiar yet so unfamiliar. Along with the uncertainty, Bettastrike could detect the same eerie aura rise in the pit of his abdomen— a chill running up his spine as he looked around the scorched atmosphere. He was lost.
Then suddenly, he was back in the woods—in the middle of the night. The moon was a crevice and shone with a dim light—casting an ominous glow upon the forest the young lad was wandering in. A petite mouse remained in his maw, squirming for him to be released—which wasn't any time soon in the little tom's mind—he wanted a companion. His vision was fogged, and he was practically surrounded by the black void that was already engulfing the darkness. He tripped over a thick root of a large, sunken tree— it's roots sticking out like veins and its branches twirled around each other—with the decaying leaves upon it. During the fall, the tom dropped his companion, and it squeaked as it scattered away from him. A small frown formed upon his face, and he looked up at the tall tree with an unsettling pit in his gut. Fear struck through his heart, and as he stumbled around, alone in the dark territory, he realized one thing. He was lost.
The cries that emitted from another part of camp caused Bettastrike to break out of his trance. Shysong... The same feeling from when he got lost in the woods reappeared just a second ago—and despite knowing he was lost in his own unfamiliar home, Bettastrike still found the cries a reason for him to rush forward—leaping through the gaps that allowed him to grow closer to his friend.
"Shysong!" He yelled out, attempting to make her voice pip up once again since it had grown quiet. Through the flames, he could see her flank moving around—as if she was looking for a way out. He inhaled sharply, catching a breath of smoke before ripping out into a coughing fit, eyes darting to look for a way out for her. The fire was practically engulfing her—and slowly moving in. His eyes widened, but he tried to keep himself calm. "Shysong! I'm here. Talk to me."
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Post by aether on Mar 19, 2020 4:02:54 GMT -5
[ i'm sorry for not posting guys :c are y'all peeps still around? ]
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 19, 2020 14:05:58 GMT -5
still here!! c; replies are coming, it's just been hectic so oof
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