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Post by vocebulery on Jun 28, 2018 16:16:46 GMT -5
Even with the water from the moss, Paintpaw was unable to reply or give thanks to the medicine cats. Paintpaw barely offered any help as she tried to move to her other side when Daisypaw had nosed her to do so. The pain made her shreek, and she once again lay motionless in her nest. Her breathing was heavy from just the one action, and it made her muscles quiver. It hurts, I'm sorry, she thought, closing her eyes again. Upon hearing Paintpaw's shriek, Robinwhisper shrunk away from her. Seeing Paintpaw in pain scared her more than anything had before. "What's wrong?" she exclaimed to Daisypaw "what'd you do to her?" Her eyes were wild with question, and she didn't realize until after the words left her mouth that being dramatic wouldn't solve anything.
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Jun 28, 2018 16:18:39 GMT -5
((OH you mean a cat that already exists lmao,,, I only have two active cats I can make another if needed :3c))
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Post by vocebulery on Jun 28, 2018 16:22:40 GMT -5
(btw guys sorry i'm being so terrible at rp'ing lately i feel off my writing game cause i've been kinda super busy so if my replies are too dull just please let me know XD )))
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Jun 28, 2018 16:22:55 GMT -5
Daisypaw shrunk back for a moment, then let out a small hiss. βWeβre just trying to help! We canβt just not move her!β she exclaimed, but there was fear tinting her own voice, too. Everyone was now on edge with the fox attack, especially Robinwhisper, and understandably. Daisypaw lashed her tail, then looked back down at Paintpaw and helped with the marigold poultices.
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Post by Mosshail on Jun 28, 2018 16:59:08 GMT -5
[β¨ nissabug β¨ : LOL just in general! If you want to make another one, feel free! I thought you MEANT Daisypaw and I was like lol rip vocebulery : Lol no worries! I'm stuck myself tbh sometimes, like I see you guys reply, I stare at it for several minutes, then go to sleep or something. xD;;]
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Post by Mosshail on Jun 28, 2018 17:01:01 GMT -5
Dreamwave nodded, then looked back to her patrol. "Alright, we'll head out," she meowed. She padded towards the camp entrance, leading the way for the patrol to follow. She didn't expect to find much, but she wasn't present during the patrol that had gone to find the foxes in the first place and ended up saving Paintpaw, so if anything were to happen this time, she would be sure to be ready for a fight.
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Post by Mosshail on Jun 28, 2018 17:02:28 GMT -5
Paintpaw, eyes still closed, heard her mentor rush into the medicine den and squeal to Daisypaw. She heard Daisypaw retort and hiss, and she winced slightly. She felt awful that Robinwhisper was feeling down, and she probably blamed herself for Paintpaw getting herself hurt. She also didn't want Daisypaw to accidentally getting blamed for anything; she liked the apprentice, and hoped that her mentor wouldn't be harsh on her.
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Post by hopestorm on Jun 28, 2018 17:03:16 GMT -5
Quietsong grunted quietly "I can never help, its always you and daisypaw!" She curled up into her nest, her fear scent filling the area.
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Post by vocebulery on Jun 28, 2018 17:24:45 GMT -5
Daisypaw shrunk back for a moment, then let out a small hiss. βWeβre just trying to help! We canβt just not move her!β she exclaimed, but there was fear tinting her own voice, too. Everyone was now on edge with the fox attack, especially Robinwhisper, and understandably. Daisypaw lashed her tail, then looked back down at Paintpaw and helped with the marigold poultices. Robinwhisper sighed deeply, embarrassed by her hairbrained moment. "You're right, Daisypaw." she looked down at her paws. "I'm sorry for that. I'm just scared for her is all." She admitted quietly. Lowering her tail, she padded gently back to where she had sat before, leaving some space between Paintpaw and herself. She watched Daisypaw help Paintpaw. To Robinwhisper it was amazing to see the diligence that medicine cats worked with. She looked down at her paws meekly. Being on edge and mouse-brained helped no one. She wished she could keep her head just like her old mentor Hawkjaw could in situations.
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Post by smokefur1 on Jun 28, 2018 19:52:02 GMT -5
(Hi! I am at a hotel w/ free wifi, so after tonight, I will probably inactive (again) for may be a week and a half. Bye!
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Post by Deleted on Jun 28, 2018 19:54:30 GMT -5
(bye)
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Post by small.hope on Jun 28, 2018 23:20:57 GMT -5
I'm going to be MIA all weekend. I'm going camping with a bunch of friends and it'll be in the middle of nowhere with no power, water, service, etc. And I'm going to be in charge of making sure the underages don't drink and no one dies in the forest, I'll be back Sunday night or Monday, I'll probably reply before I leave tomorrow, but I figured I'd let ya'll know before I forget!))
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Post by Deleted on Jun 28, 2018 23:28:21 GMT -5
(if I were there you'd have to keep a close eye on me with the underaged drinking.Accidentally drank some a few days ago cause I can't read appearntly and I've been craving it since lolololololol)
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Post by small.hope on Jun 29, 2018 0:49:20 GMT -5
I've found nothing good comes from alcohol. It's partially why i don't want to go because all the adults(mid twenties and so) are drunk by like.. four pm by the second day. I can't stand drunk people. But i'm the responsible one, and I'm not the nice one neither. I've taken and broken beer bottles from underage drinkers before. I'm technically underage too but.. my birthday is August 5th so it's not like they'd stop me from drinking if I wanted to, I'm basically legal xD I doubt any cop would haul me away for being drunk at 20.11 years old pft))
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Post by Mosshail on Jun 29, 2018 13:49:10 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Jun 29, 2018 15:51:43 GMT -5
(ooc: I'm going to post a new starter to try and get back into the rp lol)
Rainbelly's stomach churned uncomfortably with a mixture of fear and guilt as he stood kneading the ground aimlessly across from the medicine cat's den. He glanced at it every so often, hearing the muffled end of a word or a raised mew. To be truthful, he'd found out about the patrol, the foxes, and what happened to Paintpaw much later than most cats, as he was out hunting on the opposite end of the territory when the whole debacle went down. He obviously wasn't the type of cat you'd bring on a patrol to hunt foxes, everyone usually only chose him for hunting patrols and for work in camp, so he felt bad for not being there to help when the injured warriors first returned. Rainbelly shook his head at himself, flattening his ears. He didn't even know how we would've been able to help in the first place! Just smelling the thick scent of stale blood had made him freeze with terror.
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Post by Mosshail on Jun 29, 2018 16:20:47 GMT -5
Flightpaw followed Dreamwave closely on their patrol, hoping Softlight and Goldenstrike were close behind. Honestly, though his size made him appear like a seasoned warrior, the apprentice had no signs of battle; no scars to show his seasoned experience. That was simply, because he had none. He wanted to prove to his clanmates and himself that he was worthy of standing beside these warriors. He heightened his senses, aware of everything around him as they traveled.
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Post by Mosshail on Jun 29, 2018 16:26:18 GMT -5
Shocked, Deerleg was speechless for a few heartbeats. "R-really?" he asked. Suddenly, he felt nervous. The tom had always had a big soft spot for kits, and Jasminefoot being the only queen in the nursery made him feel anxious every day. π΄πππππ πππππππ΄
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Post by Mosshail on Jun 29, 2018 16:27:25 GMT -5
Almost surprised, Bluepool even slowed her pace before she figured out what Strawberryleaf had said. Another challenge of a race! she thought, exhausted at the thought. She knew Robinwhisper would do the same thing, but that's only because she knew her sister would win! Strawberryleaf was younger than herself, of course, but it was likely the younger warrior would win anyways; Bluepool only really felt at home in the water. She bounded after the cream she-cat, trying her best not to tumble over her own paws or the undergrowth as they neared the Thunderpaths. small.hope
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Jun 29, 2018 19:02:13 GMT -5
Goldenstrike followed behind, staying in the back as he tended to do. He was trying to calm his nerves about the fox patrol earlier, as mostly everything had turned out alright. Paintpaw, of course, was still healing, but she was under the medicine catsβ care. And he trusted his sister. He glanced around the territory, letting the scents and sounds sink in.
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Post by Mosshail on Jun 29, 2018 21:17:06 GMT -5
Softlight stayed close to the others, glancing occasionally at Goldenstrike. He had some questions for the older warrior, mainly about the fox attack, but being the timid tom he was, he was unsure of how to ask them. "Was... was it terrifying?" he finally asked Goldenstrike. His eyes were wide and worried. He had noticed the notch in his ear, and had seen both Hawkjaw and Skystar, and felt horrible that the patrol had to face the danger without him.
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Jun 29, 2018 22:28:16 GMT -5
Goldenstrike looked over at Softlight, fear glinting in his eyes. βY... Yes,β he said firmly. He was silent for a moment, mulling over his next words. Then he continued, βI guess seeing Paintpaw was already pretty scary, but then the two foxes came and...β He shook his head. βIβve never fought a fox before, let alone two, so not being sure what to do or what would happen was also terrifying. But I was also really angry.β His ears flattened. βAbout Paintpaw. But luckily, we were able to kill them. Hawkjaw and Skystar did amazing.β He hadnβt talked that much at once before, but when he was done, it felt good to let it out.
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Post by Mosshail on Jun 29, 2018 22:46:15 GMT -5
Softlight's worried expression was slowly replaced. He held a light smile on his face, glad to know that his clanmates were capable of such a feat. Softlight had never done anything of the sort either, but having seen Paintpaw after she was in camp had made his stomach church and hatred for the creatures fester. "I'm...Well, the whole Clan is happy that you were all able to do so well. It must have been hard, and not knowing what had been awaiting you..." He shut his eyes briefly, "I hope I can be a magnificent warrior like our leader and deputy, someday. I want to fight for my Clan like that. I know that they may not be fearless or invincible, but I want to be stronger for my clanmates," he explained.
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Jun 29, 2018 22:52:08 GMT -5
Goldenstrike smiled softly. βI feel like that, too.β Even though he was older than Softlight, he hadnβt been in GroveClan nearly as long. Thus, he strived to be the best warrior he could be, and protect his Clanmates at any cost. He wanted to be more like his deputy and leader, but instead he was reserved and quiet. Too quiet. βTheyβre good role models for us, I think. Examples to follow.β
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Post by Mosshail on Jun 29, 2018 22:56:44 GMT -5
Softlight nodded in agreement. He knew that the leader and deputy were supposed to fill those roles either way, but knew that sometimes, by accident, a corrupt cat could somehow manage to get into power one way or another. He felt relieved that both Skystar and Hawkjaw were very supportive for the Clan, clanmates, and StarClan. He continued moving along before an unfamiliar scent hit his nose. While chatting with Goldenstrike, he had been left relatively unaware of his surroundings. He noticed that both Dreamwave and Flightpaw had caught the scent too, as both were bristled.
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Post by Mosshail on Jun 29, 2018 22:59:10 GMT -5
"Its... a cat," Dreamwave called back to her patrol. She had known of this scent before, but she'd never met that cat who left this scent all over the place. She looked back to Goldenstrike, whom she knew would probably be unaware of the past from when his presence was more prevalent. "We're pretty sure it's some loner, but we've never been able to find him. We haven't scented him around in moons though, so scenting him now... Maybe something happened that made him leave for a while or come back all of a sudden."
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Post by Mosshail on Jun 29, 2018 23:20:12 GMT -5
(ooc: I'm going to post a new starter to try and get back into the rp lol)
Rainbelly's stomach churned uncomfortably with a mixture of fear and guilt as he stood kneading the ground aimlessly across from the medicine cat's den. He glanced at it every so often, hearing the muffled end of a word or a raised mew. To be truthful, he'd found out about the patrol, the foxes, and what happened to Paintpaw much later than most cats, as he was out hunting on the opposite end of the territory when the whole debacle went down. He obviously wasn't the type of cat you'd bring on a patrol to hunt foxes, everyone usually only chose him for hunting patrols and for work in camp, so he felt bad for not being there to help when the injured warriors first returned. Rainbelly shook his head at himself, flattening his ears. He didn't even know how we would've been able to help in the first place! Just smelling the thick scent of stale blood had made him freeze with terror. Feeling more rested and less sore, Skystar stepped out of his den. By first glance around the camp, he noticed Rainbelly, and could tell that the tom was feeling uncomfortable. Collecting himself before approaching Rainbelly, Skystar padded over slowly. His side still burned like fire, but he was sure to put his clanmates first. "Rainbelly... you're not looking too well. Would you like me to ask Whisperwing to look at you?" he asked quietly.
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Jun 29, 2018 23:27:02 GMT -5
Goldenstrike nodded slowly. βThatβs weird,β he said. Why would a loner want to live so close to large groups of cats? When he lived with his mother as a loner, they lived much farther down the Thunderpath, way outside of GroveClan territory. He wondered how big of a deal this would be; they would tell Skystar, or someone, of course, but what would they do after that?
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Post by Mosshail on Jun 29, 2018 23:32:13 GMT -5
"I agree," Dreamwave replied to Goldenstrike. She shook her head slightly, and pondered the scent for another moment. "We'll keep moving down the path, but I don't expect to find any real signs of him around here. We've never even found a carcass from his hunting, just scents. I'm not sure how Skystar feels about this cat just being around, but we'll be sure to tell him when we get back. It's odd, yes, especially when one cat is around a territory belonging to such a large group of cats. He must be mouse-brained, because if I were him, I'd sure stay away." She continued padding down the path until they reached their marker beside the Thunderpath. She could hear and feel the rumbles, but they were unable to catch site of anything from their current position.
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Jun 29, 2018 23:54:13 GMT -5
Goldenstrike scented for anything else, but he could only smell the GroveClan markers mingled with strong Thunderpath stink. When he felt the tumbled under his paws, his neck fur bristled, but he didnβt back away from the markers. Nothing was even coming, and he had no reason to be afraid. Still, he refreshed the marker, then shifted his weight uncomfortably as he waited for instruction.
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