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Post by Mosshail on Jun 24, 2018 22:46:08 GMT -5
Pretty nervous at this point, having not really hoped for a conversation, Deerleg turned his gaze to Robinwhisper, pelt flushed. "Uhm, no... I haven't..." he meowed, looking down at the prey. Not against the thought of sharing, he agreed with a nod. "Sure, I... don't mind." He picked a fat mouse and placed it at Robinwhisper's paws, gingerly seating himself beside her.
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Post by π΄πππππ πππππππ΄ on Jun 24, 2018 22:50:34 GMT -5
Beetlewing trudged quickly through the undergrowth, keeping Paintpaw aloft as best as he could by lifting his chin. He winced with each bump that Paintpaw ran over, knowing this was not doing favors for her condition. "Sorry sorry sorry sorry...!" he stammered through mouthfuls of bloody fur, sensing past the blood the faint smell of camp not too far away. "Gotta get there...gotta get...to camp..."
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Post by Mosshail on Jun 24, 2018 22:59:39 GMT -5
The usually optimistic apprentice screamed, "They're gonna die! Beetlewing, help them!" Her words were still mumbled, and as they got closer to camp, her vision became blurrier. "Help..." She was torn and battered, and very weak. She hoped that, whatever happened to her, her clanmates would be safe. Robinwhisper... I'm sorry...
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Jun 24, 2018 23:06:35 GMT -5
While pacing in front of the camp entrance, waiting for the patrol, the scent of blood hit Daisypawβs nose, and she could hear faint voices in the distance. The ginger and white apprentice ran out of the entrance, and her eyes widened at the sight of one cat dragging a smaller one. She couldnβt tell who they were, though, and her heart leapt into her throat.
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Post by Mosshail on Jun 24, 2018 23:09:29 GMT -5
[β¨ nissabug β¨ Is your profile picture Goldenstrike and Daisypaw? :>]
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Jun 24, 2018 23:12:26 GMT -5
(( perhaps :3c also goodnight! I gotta babysit tomorrow and actually all this week but Iβll definitely join in when I can))
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Jun 24, 2018 23:13:27 GMT -5
(( also daisybug sounds super cute lol ))
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Post by π΄πππππ πππππππ΄ on Jun 24, 2018 23:15:01 GMT -5
(( OMG i just got done with doodling the scene of beetlewing dragging paintpaw through the forest pfpfppttt,,, ))
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Post by Mosshail on Jun 24, 2018 23:15:01 GMT -5
[I read that I said Daisybug and I was like "....... lmao...." Good night, and good luck tomorrow!]
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Post by vocebulery on Jun 24, 2018 23:15:28 GMT -5
Pretty nervous at this point, having not really hoped for a conversation, Deerleg turned his gaze to Robinwhisper, pelt flushed. "Uhm, no... I haven't..." he meowed, looking down at the prey. Not against the thought of sharing, he agreed with a nod. "Sure, I... don't mind." He picked a fat mouse and placed it at Robinwhisper's paws, gingerly seating himself beside her. Robinwhisper pricked her ears up towards the tom as he plopped the fat mouse beside her. Not one to disregard good food, she dug in immediately, taking a few bites before looking up at Deerleg sitting nearly beside her. She got a bit self conscious, and licked her muzzle and waited for Deerleg to take a bite.
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Post by Mosshail on Jun 24, 2018 23:16:05 GMT -5
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Post by Mosshail on Jun 24, 2018 23:17:49 GMT -5
Taking a few moments before Deerleg noticed that Robinwhisper was waiting for him to take a bite, he blinked. "Oh! Uhm, thanks...!" He took one quick bite and acted as if he was filed, before nodding to Robinwhisper and getting to his paws. "T-thanks for sharing with me."
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Post by vocebulery on Jun 24, 2018 23:20:09 GMT -5
Hawkjaw turned his gaze to the fox that seemed to appear from mid air to the side of the patrol. It wasn't as large as the initial fox, but a threat just the same. The initial fox snarled loudly, letting out a wild yelp before jumping from the rock it stood. The fox was charging Hawkjaw, and he reacted with swiftness, leaping to attack the fox by biting its scruff as hard as he could, thrashing his back legs into its shoulder blades. The fox yelped loudly, but it was hardly deterred. It shook Hawkjaw off with such force that he flew into the air and didn't have time to get his bearings and land on his legs. He crashed into the hard earth in front of the gorge entrance, blood streaming into his eyes from a cut on his forehead. "Skystar! watch out" He called as the fox he had attacked charged towards the starry-pelted tom.
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Post by vocebulery on Jun 24, 2018 23:23:30 GMT -5
Robinwhisper stared at Deerleg, a bit dumbfounded by his eagerness to get away. "Uh, sure?" She meowed, confusion tinting her voice. Well there goes my distraction. She thought. Her mind turned away from the plump, unfinished mouse in front of her and back to her apprentice. Thoughtfully, she stood and shook her pelt. She walked from the fresh-kill pile towards the entrance of the camp slowly, debating on wether to go search for the apprentice or to stay in camp and await her return.
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Post by Mosshail on Jun 24, 2018 23:32:26 GMT -5
Determined, Skystar faced the fox that charged for him head-on. Right before it could reach out for him with its slobbering jaws, he slid underneath it. Its teeth grazed his side as he slid under, but he unsheathed all of his claws and gripped the belly of the fox as deeply as he could, feeling satisfaction as it tore through fox flesh. The creature was yipping in pain as Skystar regained his footing, standing beside his patrol once again. Hot blood rose to the surface of his skin, but he hardly noticed. "We have to finish this... now!" he encouraged his patrol.
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Post by Mosshail on Jun 24, 2018 23:33:15 GMT -5
[vocebulery : I think Deerleg is gonna have a crush on Robinwhisper, but oboy, someone please help that young cat. xD What a poor, awkward fellow ; _ ; He's like a dude version of me... and a cat...]
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Post by π΄πππππ πππππππ΄ on Jun 24, 2018 23:37:42 GMT -5
Beetlewing careened through the camp entrance, rolling over himself into the dirt like limp fresh-kill. Paintpaw fell and laid on the ground behind him, the ground smeared faintly with blood. Regaining his senses, Beetlewing, panting to catch his breath, looked around camp wide-eyed. "Paintpaw is...sseriously hurt..!" he wailed, legs shaking from exhaustion of the flight. "Someone... hhelp!"
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Post by vocebulery on Jun 24, 2018 23:39:51 GMT -5
[vocebulery : I think Deerleg is gonna have a crush on Robinwhisper, but oboy, someone please help that young cat. xD What a poor, awkward fellow ; _ ;Β He's like a dude version of me... and a cat...] Omg i think that'd be great because she's really blunt and not awkward like at all ππ but they both speak their mind and stuff! That's funny bc i made Robinwhisper the cat version of me LOL ]
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Post by vocebulery on Jun 24, 2018 23:44:02 GMT -5
Beetlewing careened through the camp entrance, rolling over himself into the dirt like limp fresh-kill. Paintpaw fell and laid on the ground behind him, the ground smeared faintly with blood. Regaining his senses, Beetlewing, panting to catch his breath, looked around camp wide-eyed. "Paintpaw is...sseriously hurt..!" he wailed, legs shaking from exhaustion of the flight. "Someone... hhelp!" Robinwhisper, standing right next to the camp entrance, watched as Beetlewing tore into camp. She felt every nerve in her body go numb when she laid eyes on Paintpaw, and she stood frozen to the spot. A small, almost croak-like noise escaped her mouth and snapped her out of her daze. "Paintpaw!" She exclaimed, sprinting to stand beside her apprentice. Worry flooded her thoughts, the normally fluffy, calico she-cat had turned into a crimson, bloody mass. She placed her muzzle into Paintpaw's flank and felt a faint pulse, unsure of what to do next.
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Post by Mosshail on Jun 24, 2018 23:47:14 GMT -5
Eyes wide, Flightpaw noticed the scent of blood and turned to see his denmate laying on the ground by the camp entrance. "P... Paintpaw!" he called, bounding over to her. Mouth agape, he looked at Beetlewing. "What happened? We have to help her!" he whined. He carried her the remaining distance to the medicine den, calling for Whisperwing, Daisypaw, or Quietsong for help.
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Post by π΄πππππ πππππππ΄ on Jun 24, 2018 23:49:54 GMT -5
"Where's Quietsong? Or even Daisypaw?" Beetlewing asked Robinwhisker, desperation in his shaky voice and wide eyes. He looked around camp frantically, his small black body now fluffed up to twice its size. As Flightpaw approached, his voice could only come in stammers. "Foxes...ffoxes!"
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Post by vocebulery on Jun 24, 2018 23:51:01 GMT -5
Determined, Skystar faced the fox that charged for him head-on. Right before it could reach out for him with its slobbering jaws, he slid underneath it. Its teeth grazed his side as he slid under, but he unsheathed all of his claws and gripped the belly of the fox as deeply as he could, feeling satisfaction as it tore through fox flesh. The creature was yipping in pain as Skystar regained his footing, standing beside his patrol once again. Hot blood rose to the surface of his skin, but he hardly noticed. "We have to finish this... now!" he encouraged his patrol. Hawkjaw narrowed his eyes towards the smaller fox and launched himself to his paws. He felt the muscles beneath his fur ripple with a newfound strength and courage after watching his leader rip through the fur of the larger fox. His paws carried him swiftly to his opponent and he jumped, paws outstretched with unsheathed claws, towards the slobbering creature. His claws raked the left flank of the fox and it let out a tip of surprise. The animal whipped around, wide-eyed with a crazed determination, and flung itself wildly at Hawkjaw. He was expecting this outburst however, and felt pleased with himself as he dodged the animal by bailing out of its way last minute. The fox's momentary confusion to Hawkjaw's whereabouts have him the advantage and he once again launched himself at the fox, this time landing on the haunches of the animal. He opened his jaws and clamped hard where the base of the fox's tail was and felt the creature squirm beneath his jaws before it finally flung him off. Fox flesh hung from Hawkjaw's mouth and blood roared in his ears.
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Post by π΄πππππ πππππππ΄ on Jun 24, 2018 23:54:33 GMT -5
Jasminefoot had been laughing quietly with Rainbelly when she was startled by Beetlewing's crashing entrance. Her fur stuck out in horror as she saw Paintpaw's mangled body collapsed on the camp floor. She felt immediately nauseous, turning her head away with a horrified yell. "Gods!" she yowled, feeling her stomach lurch from the gruesome sight.
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Post by Mosshail on Jun 24, 2018 23:54:35 GMT -5
Dreamwave padded up to the gathering groups of cats. "We'll do what we can until we can find our medicine cats. The more cobwebs we can gather, the better. Its obvious that the rest of our clanmates are in danger, too, so we need to do what we can to prepare for the worst. Let's try to stop her bleeding." She padded after Flightpaw into the medicine den, and looked around for the cobwebs. Finding them, she placed them upon Paintpaw's wounds.
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Post by vocebulery on Jun 24, 2018 23:59:03 GMT -5
Dreamwave padded up to the gathering groups of cats. "We'll do what we can until we can find our medicine cats. The more cobwebs we can gather, the better. Its obvious that the rest of our clanmates are in danger, too, so we need to do what we can to prepare for the worst. Let's try to stop her bleeding." She padded after Flightpaw into the medicine den, and looked around for the cobwebs. Finding them, she placed them upon Paintpaw's wounds. Robinwhisper turned her eyes desperately towards her mother. "Cobwebs!" She yelled, "What about herbs? There's got to be something more drastic than cobwebs!" Robinwhisper could feel her stomach in her throat, it felt to her as if time were moving in slow motion, but Paintpaw's time was moving in the speed of a rushing river.
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Post by Mosshail on Jun 25, 2018 0:05:03 GMT -5
Dreamwave thought for a moment, having Flightpaw put pressure onto Paintpaw's sides. The young she-cat's eyes were closed, and she was still bleeding. "She's not doing well..." she said quietly. "Find some... some goldenrod, Robinwhisper," the she-cat mewed to her daughter. "It looks like how it sounds... chew it for me, and place it on the wounds."
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Post by Mosshail on Jun 25, 2018 0:06:34 GMT -5
Deerleg stepped towards Jasminefoot. "I'm sure she'll be fine," he assured her. "I'll accompany you back... to the nursery... I want to make sure you're safe, in case the foxes that got to Paintpaw... try to come back to camp." His words were quiet, and he sounded unsure, but one look at this cat and you could tell he was serious. He'd fight to the death to protect the future of his Clan.
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Post by vocebulery on Jun 25, 2018 0:10:14 GMT -5
Robinwhisper rushed to the medicine cat den. The smell of herbs flooded her senses as she entered, and she had a momentary moment of confusion. "Goldenrod." She whispered quickly to herself, scanning the makeshift shelves inside the hollow tree trunk. [uh if i got the whereabouts of the med den wrong pls correct me] Finally, she found the fluffy yellow plant and placed it in her jaws. She raced back to where Paintpaw and the other cats where, and quickly chewed the flower into a poultice before spitting it onto Paintpaw's wounds.
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Post by Mosshail on Jun 25, 2018 0:10:31 GMT -5
As Hawkjaw distracted the second one, Skystar remained focused on the first fox. He decided to continue biting and swiping at its face and front legs, so it would continue to expect frontal and low-leveled attacks. After having it trained with his moves, he leaped above for it, biting into its shoulders and neck. It yelped, bucking, trying to throw him off. He griped tightly into the fur and flesh of the fox's back, trying to prevent from sliding off. He felt the air be shoved out of him as the fox fell to its side, nearly crushing Skystar. He let go in the brief moment, and before he could gather himself, the fox turned, snarling, biting at the tom. It bit down on his flank as Skystar turned to face it, and he yowled in pain. Swiping at the fox's eyes, it released him. He stood back as the creature tried to clear its vision, his sides heaving and hot.
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Post by Mosshail on Jun 25, 2018 0:11:37 GMT -5
[Nah basically every den is a tree of some type lol. Except leaders den and most of the apprentice's den I think lmaooo]
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