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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2018 12:17:08 GMT -5
(weclom.Anyone open?I have Broken,Water,Squirrel(out of the territory),Cornleaf,and Crowsong)
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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2018 12:17:18 GMT -5
(Blackscale tries his best.) (@flightwhisker, sure.) (Welcome Kitkat! :3)
Blackscale hissed as the hawk swooped down and latched onto his face,he thrashed about violently as the hawk sliced at his eyes. He slammed the hawk against a tree but that only made things worse as he ended up hitting himself more than the angry hawk.(Me) He cried out and swore as the hawk dug one of it's talon's into his eye while the other clawed a large scar over his eyes. He could feel his ears being pecked at and being ripped up.
Foxstep sat up, "Do you hear something?" She looked at Flightwhisker, hopping he could hear it too.
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Post by vocebulery on Jul 26, 2018 12:34:57 GMT -5
"Well it's just that groups usually aren't always that,how do I say this,seperate.What if a contagious sickness comes through that your healer can't cure?"Chipmunk explained."Every wondered why most of us travel alone or in small groups?" At this, Thrushwing's ears pricked in curiousity. She furrowed her brows in thought. "Well, there are some sicknesses our medicine cat can't fix." she thought aloud. "But I've seen loners die of numerous things clan cats can generally avoid." she looked around, grasping onto information in her brain. "Take starvation, for example; we don't ever really starve because we have a lot of cats hunting everyday. Loners starve sometimes because one or two cats can't possibly catch enough prey every single day. Am I right?" she sat on her haunches daintily, awaiting a counter from Chipmunk.
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Post by vocebulery on Jul 26, 2018 12:40:04 GMT -5
[Okay guys, I'm doing my best to edit the front page xD If anyone sees some missing info or some typing/spelling errors, please let me know! ^^]
Bluepool looked her sibling up and down, a strange look of her face. "Good morning... did you have a rough night or something? You look pretty terrible." Bluepool tried to keep her tone light, but she was truly worried for her sister. She just didn't seem right; something felt off. "Maybe you should go see the medicine cats." Robinwhisper shook her head lamely, finishing by rubbing her eyes with a paw to get the sleep from them. "Oh, whatever. I'm fine, just tired." she retorted. "It's Paintpaw's first day back as an apprentice so I can't be trotting off to the medicine den over lack of sleep." Her voice had lost its attitude. I hope that's what this is. she thought pensively. "I do want to talk to you, though." she mewed, leaning in close to Bluepool and lowering her voice. "About.. everything that's happened." she looked up now, face inches from her sister's muzzle.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2018 12:43:14 GMT -5
"I suppose you're correct.Although,being alone has it's advantages.You can hunt whenever you want and eat it as soon as you catch it.You don't have to feed others,unless you're in my case,and you can leave anytime and not get questioned about it too hard.I know from what little clan life I've lived to know that most of those are a big no-no in the clan."Chipmunk replied thoughtfully.He sat down and started licking his paw.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2018 12:44:09 GMT -5
Blackscale screamed in terror as the hawk flew off with his squirrel, Blackscale's left eye was completely gone with his right having a scar over it, his whole face bled out from the scars and his shredded ears. He staggered to the side before falling over.
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Post by Mosshail on Jul 26, 2018 12:51:08 GMT -5
Flightwhisker took note to Foxstep's words, as he heard something as well. "It... sounds like a cat..." he said. "I'll go check it out!" He didn't look back as he bounded away from the she-cats, his large body thundering as he took off quickly. He could tell it was definitely a cat, screaming for help as he got closer. He could smell the scent of blood in the air before he got to the scene. "Blackscale!" he called, seeing the hawk fly off right as he arrived. "Blackscale, can you hear me?" He ran to the tom's side, looking him over in horror.
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Post by Mosshail on Jul 26, 2018 12:52:49 GMT -5
Still skeptical, Bluepool retained her expression as Robinwhisper went on. She glanced around, not seeing a cat in close proximity, but suggested, "Do you want to step out of camp for a bit to talk?" He voice was quiet and low, to not attract attention from their clanmates. Her blue eyes were still filled with worry, and she was curious about what her sister had to say.
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Jul 26, 2018 12:55:53 GMT -5
Hazelshineβs large ears pricked at the cries. At first, she didnβt chase after Flightwhisker, but after a moment she started running a ways behind him, in case he needed help; he was a new warrior after all. βCome on!β she called over her shoulder to Foxstep as she ran.
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Post by Mosshail on Jul 26, 2018 12:58:29 GMT -5
[β¨ nissabug β¨ : Is Falconwing's death gonna be random af? xD I'm imagining its gonna be Cinderlight being like, "Good morning... oh you're dead lol" yikes]
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KitKat12
trying to find a job writing lore for petsites. its difficult.
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Post by KitKat12 on Jul 26, 2018 13:00:27 GMT -5
Kestrelpaw sat in camp, his tail flicking impatiently. He didn't know exactly what he was waiting for, his mentor perhaps, but he didn't feel like going out. He supposed he should go hunting, but something told him not to. The tom sighed noisily, looking around. He felt restless, and stood up. Not knowing what else to do, he started to pace around camp. As he paced, the scents of the forest reached him and he could hear birds chirping. Soon, the urge to run was overwhelming and he trotted out of camp. After a moment of thought, Kestrelpaw turned his paws in the direction of the Forgotten Thunderpath. (open)
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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2018 13:00:28 GMT -5
(is it just me or does Flightwhisker look like Casper?)
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Post by Mosshail on Jul 26, 2018 13:01:06 GMT -5
[KitKat12 and Stealthfire : I've made Whitenettle Kestrelpaw's mentor, hope thats okay ]
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Jul 26, 2018 13:01:31 GMT -5
((Ok tbh thatβs how I was imaging itβs gonna be like it just got too infected overnight and sheβs like βwell ripβ
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Post by Mosshail on Jul 26, 2018 13:01:44 GMT -5
Here's a Casper reference ) They're not related don't worry LOL]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2018 13:01:58 GMT -5
Foxstep quickly followed, it sounded like a tom. She hoped it wasn't an apprentice, ever since the fox attacks, everyone has been on edge. Had they returned? Blackscale didn't move, he just breathed slowly and felt the warm blood ooze from his face. He spat out some blood, not caring that some got on Flightwhisker.He could feel anything, everything was limp, and his left eye, there was nothing. He couldn't see a thing. His right eye had a layer of red over it. "Oh my!" Foxstep stared at Blackscale's hollow eye socket. She looked around and saw blood and feathers, it wasn't a fox attack but a hawk. "We have to get him to camp now!"
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Jul 26, 2018 13:02:11 GMT -5
((*sees dead husband* oof))
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Post by Mosshail on Jul 26, 2018 13:04:19 GMT -5
[LOL nissa yeah wellrip falcon you ded]
Startled, Paintpaw noticed Kestrelpaw as she stepped out from the undergrowth, a limp mouse in her jaws. "Oh! StarClan, you scared me," she said, dropping the mouse as she tried to catch her breath. "Sorry, I'm trying to readjust to being out of camp again... I couldn't wait to be out and about this morning, it's been so long since I've been able to hunt since the fox attack... what are you up to?"
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Jul 26, 2018 13:04:54 GMT -5
Hazelshine gasped at all the blood, then shook her head. βHelp me get him up,β she said, and reached for his neck scruff. Hopefully the rest of him was torn up, and it was just the face.
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Post by Mosshail on Jul 26, 2018 13:06:41 GMT -5
"I've got him," Flightwhisker said hurriedly, trying to quickly yet carefully hoist Blackscale's limp form onto him, trying to keep him mostly off of the ground so he could get him back safely and hurriedly. He kept part of Blackscale's loose skin and fur in his teeth and leaned at an awkward angle to accomplish this, as he trotted back into the direction of camp, feeling some of the tom's blood drip down his back.
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Jul 26, 2018 13:11:06 GMT -5
Hazelshine nodded nervously, then looked at Foxstep. βUm, Iβll get the prey we left behind. You should run ahead and tell Daisypaw.β She turned and ran back before the other she-cat could say anything. She hated everything about blood and injury, and couldnβt stand to be around it unless necessary.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2018 13:14:40 GMT -5
Foxstep nodded and raced ahead of the cats and into camp. She panted deeply but that didn't stop her from calling out. "Daisypaw!" She called, "Ready yourself, Blackscale has been injured!" She repeated herself as she ran into the medicine den, looking for the medicine cat apprentice.
Blackscale felt everything go black, he hissed weakly, thinking he'd die over a stupid hawk. I'm going to get that stupid hawk! He wiggled his paws, feeling feathers stuck between them.
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Post by Mosshail on Jul 26, 2018 13:19:20 GMT -5
Flightwhisker winced as he felt Blackscale get limper across his back. His muscles tensed as he reached camp. "Don't worry... we'll take care of you," he muttered under his breath. He had no idea about medicine and herbs, but he knew that StarClan and their medicine cats would look after Blackscale.
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Jul 26, 2018 13:24:22 GMT -5
Daisypaw looked up from sorting herbs, and her eyes widened. βWhat? How?β she asked, making room for him in a nest. She fumed silently to herself how this was inevitable with how he would rather be alone.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2018 13:25:15 GMT -5
Blackscale had completely blacked out, leaving him with nothing but his thoughts. It all felt too familiar to him, he could hear a coyote growling, a sound his feared more than anything. His mind flashed memories of his leader from his old clan, losing all nine lives from that rabid monster. He winced in pain, trying to remember some happier, but he hardly had memories of those.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2018 13:27:29 GMT -5
Daisypaw looked up from sorting herbs, and her eyes widened. βWhat? How?β she asked, making room for him in a nest. She fumed silently to herself how this was inevitable with how he would rather be alone. "I think a hawk got him! We could hear him scream all the way from the river. He's on the brink of death." Foxstep didn't really like Blackscale nor did she trust him. But nonetheless, it's a life in danger.
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Post by small.hope on Jul 26, 2018 13:40:46 GMT -5
RIP my baby Smallpaw, dying on the night of your warrior vigil, bittersweet baby))
Sunstep looked at his apprentice and smiled. "We should be fine for now. We'll keep our ears and noses out for any sign of danger. We're going to be battle training today." The white and yellow tom shook out his pelt and stretched, still cold but warming up as he moved around. "We're going to practice your ability to take down a larger foe."
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Post by Mosshail on Jul 26, 2018 14:03:04 GMT -5
[Be like, congrats Smallpaw--- oh she dead...]
Paintpaw scrunched her face in thought. "Uhm, I could wait for you to get back from running. I'm still pretty stiff from not moving around a lot, so I'd probably get really sore and be super clumsy... Find me on your way back and I'll hunt with you," she said, a friendly smile on her face.
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