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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 24, 2022 7:38:07 GMT -5
- - PrairieClan
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hi there! this isn't anything special, and isn't meant to be anything all that fancy, either. i just wanna chill and have a casual place to role-play some battle cats. there's gonna be a brief rundown of what's important, but other than that, do whatever you wanna do! this will be a small group roleplay, so once it's closed, it's closed, but that's about it.- - - RULESi. no powers or unnatural looking cats ii. please keep genders eveniii. a prefix may only be used once at a timeiv. lgbtqa+ are wholeheartedly welcomev. no need to be on every day, but reliable activity would be nice- - - JOININGjust a basic description like you'd find in the books is all i ask for. do designate what rank your character is. you may add any extra information that you'd like. since the clan just went through a major disaster, i ask that you only start with two clan cats, but feel free to make as many outsiders and starclan members as you'd like!- - closed ranks: deputy, medicine cat, queens, kits- - - TERRITORYas expected by the name, prairieland makes up most of the territory. here and there one may find a few spots where two or three trees stand, but woodland is something praireclan cats do not know. the territory is based on north american prairieland, but i'm not getting deep into specifics with what other animals make up the ecosystem here. you're free to have whatever show up, this is supposed to be fun!camp. made out of tunnels and a wide dip in the ground near a patch of three large trees.twisted stream. a long stretch stream that twists all throughout the territory and beyond.whistle dens. an area northeast of camp, home to a large colony of prairie dogs.watchstone. a large boulder not far from camp that serves as a lookout.ancestor tunnel. old, abandoned tunnel that, deep inside, houses the clan's connection to starclan. - - - PLOTthe summer storms always pose a threat, and while the clan has witnessed its fair share of tornadic weather, they have always been blessed by starclan in that they have remained untouched. though it seems as if starclan's blessing has worn off, and without warning, a tornado runs rampant right through the heart of their territory and into camp. only a few survived, and most who did came out of the storm injured in some way. with their home and territory completely destroyed, and with how many lives were lost, it may just be time for prairieclan to look for a new home.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 24, 2022 9:17:54 GMT -5
RELATIONSHIPS
turtlejaw mentored cherrypaw
mudfeather mentored sagepawcinderfall mentored wheatpaw
sagepaw, cherrypaw, and hollypaw are littermatessunflower and sabre are mates- - - MEMBERSFeathertalon . pronghornstar, cherrypaw, pancake, sabre
*•.¸♡𝘥𝘢𝘸𝘯𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦♡¸.•* . songdapple, duskbramble, sapphire
Brownie . indigothorn, mintpatch, sunflower
Tealraven . sagepaw, cinderfall- - - ALLEGIANCESLEADERpronghornstar. brown tabby molly with a white chest and paws; copper eyesDEPUTYclosedMEDICINE CATclosedMEDICINE CAT APPRENTICEsagepaw. small, cinnamon colored tabby molly with white paws and gray-green eyesWARRIORSsongdapple. long-furred tortoiseshell molly with sky blue eyes and a torn right earduskbramble. dark gray tom with bright amber eyesindigothorn. long-furred dark gray smoke tom with amber eyes and one white sock on his front left paw
cinderfall. solid colored silvery-gray tom with light blue eyesAPPRENTICEScherrypaw. orange tabby tom with bright amber eyesQUEENSclosedKITSclosedELDERSmintpatch. cream molly with light blue eyes; she has pale tan tabby markings on her spine and tail- - - STARCLANhareleap. long-legged brown tabby tom with leafy green eyes; former deputymudfeather. chocolate calico molly with blue eyes; former medicine catturtlejaw. calico molly with amber eyes; former warriorreednose. black tomcat with amber eyes; former warriorsorrelsnap. ginger tabby tomcat with amber eyes; former elderhollypaw. ginger tabby molly with green eyes; former apprenticeemberstream. ginger molly with green eyes; former eldertoadpool. dark brown tabby tom with yellow eyes; former warrior
dewstripe. dark gray molly with lighter tabby markings and severe white spottingrainpaw. gray tom with pale eyes; former apprenticewhistlebreeze. lilac shaded molly with ice blue eyes; former warriorwheatpaw. small golden tabby tom with amber eyes
DARK FOREST
open- - - OUTSIDERSpancake. cream tabby tom with pale green eyessapphire. small blue-gray molly with sapphire blue eyessunflower. white tom with bold orange markings and yellow eyessabre. tiny cream colored molly with slightly darker rosettes and gray-green eyes |
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 24, 2022 9:28:05 GMT -5
this post is just for me to put ref pics of my characters - - pronghorn- - cherry - - pancake
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 24, 2022 9:31:17 GMT -5
quick save, once i get a starting post typed up this will be ready to go ~
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 24, 2022 10:16:40 GMT -5
 Pronghornstar --
The last thing Pronghornstar remembered was the howling wind and then a sudden, sharp pain coursing through her body.
Stars had literally filled her vision, and she knew it had to have been long minutes before she returned.
The leader awoke groggy, but she was soon snapped back into the reality around her when everything from before losing a life came rushing back. She had been escorting a small group of Clanmates into one of the camp’s many tunnels for shelter, but before she herself had found safety, the wrath of the weather chose to take one of her many lives. While Pronghornstar knew she was lucky to have lives to give, it was also a grim reminder that the rest of her Clanmates only had one, and she couldn’t even begin to imagine how many had just been lost.
The brown tabby stumbled forward, pulling herself through dozens of limbs and branches that had broken free from the three trees that had guarded PrairieClan camp for generations. While she had mostly recovered from her injuries while in StarClan, a stiffness remained in her limbs, a frightened tightness coiled in her chest. ”Hareleap?” She called for her deputy, angled ears hopeful to catch the familiar pitch of his voice. ”Hareleap?” She tried again after moments of silence. The world was too quiet after the roar of destruction that had just terrorized the Clan.
When she still received no response, the tabby swallowed down her reluctance to step any further into the debris, yet it only took seconds for the leader to stop in her tracks.
Not far from where she stood clearly lay the broken body of one of her Clanmates. Pronghornstar’s blood ran cold, her stomach dropping to her paws. ”...Mud…Mudfeather?” She knew she would get no response from the ragged corpse, the chocolate tortoiseshell a mess of torn fur, shards of stick protruding from her body like grotesque spikes. It was clear to the leader that the medicine cat had long taken her last breath.
How many more of her Clanmates met such a fate, she wondered. There was still no response from Hareleap, and a hopeful part of Pronghornstar wanted to believe that he had simply run far from camp and found shelter elsewhere, but she knew her deputy would have never abandoned his Clanmates in a time of need. If he had yet to respond… Her eyes lingered on Mudfeather’s body a moment longer. May StarClan greet you warmly, she silently prayed.
Moving on, the leader stumbled through more tree limbs, pushing her way through the mess until she stood in front of one of the nearby trees, felled from the storm and now another lifeless corpse among the others. Not wanting to linger on the darkening thoughts racing up to the surface of her mind, Pronghornstar made a swift leap atop the tree, clearing it and landing on the other side with relative ease; this side of the camp - or what was left of it - had suffered less, but that didn’t mean the sight beholding the leader was welcoming. Prey caught from the day before lay torn across the ground. Limbs and branches littered the ground, and sharp, metal objects from nearby twoleg dens had been tossed into the mixture, adding an otherworldly, alien element to the destruction. Tentatively she was about to call out for her Clanmates once more when a weak, frightened voice caught her attention.
”...Is somebody there…? We’re…we’re stuck, under this…this thing.”
Cherrypaw!
Springing into action, Pronghornstar raced to where she heard the young tom’s voice. She wasted no time in digging through a pile of damp earth and branches, soon finding Cherrypaw underneath, his ginger pelt smeared brown from dirt with a fine layer of blood drenching the side of his face. She helped the apprentice break free from his debris prison, but she didn’t stop to ask anything of him, remembering how he had say ‘we’re stuck’ rather than just ‘I’m stuck’. Furiously she dug through the debris some more, stopping only when another familiar ginger pelt caught her attention. She didn’t stop until she had Hollypaw’s scruff firmly in her jaws, pulling the molly out onto the ground.
”Is she…okay?” Cherrypaw asked, voice breaking and faltering, surely from shock and from the pain of the wounds he had sustained.
Pronghornstar looked Hollypaw over, but already the leader could tell she was yet another casualty - though perhaps only recently. She was still warm, limp, but no breath stirred within her flanks, and as the leader rolled Hollypaw over, the young apprentice’s head lolled to the side in a sickening manner, green eyes that were once bright with life now dull with death.
The leader could only manage a shake of her head. Hollypaw was gone, just as Mudfeather and Hareleap were gone. How many more bodies remained to be found? How much of her Clan survived? She needed to find out.
Swallowing down grief and panic that wanted to so badly release itself from within her, Pronghornstar turned to Cherrypaw. He was mud covered and shaking with grief and terror, but despite the blood on his face, he was alive. She nudged him. ”Stay with me. Together we’ll find the rest of our Clan.” Whatever is left of it, that is. |
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Post by *•.¸♡𝘥𝘢𝘸𝘯𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦♡¸.•* on Jan 24, 2022 10:20:45 GMT -5
(👀 May I join this?)
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 24, 2022 10:21:03 GMT -5
of course!
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Post by *•.¸♡𝘥𝘢𝘸𝘯𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦♡¸.•* on Jan 24, 2022 10:23:29 GMT -5
I'll make a couple of cats and then post them here ^^ I'm not sure if I need to put images for them
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 24, 2022 10:24:45 GMT -5
sounds good~ you don't need it, i just like adding faceclaims for my own characters is all ^^
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Post by *•.¸♡𝘥𝘢𝘸𝘯𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦♡¸.•* on Jan 24, 2022 10:34:57 GMT -5
Songdapple (Warrior, 27 moons)
Soft-spoken // Kind // Too trusting
Long-furred tortoiseshell molly with sky blue eyes and a torn right ear
Duskbramble (Warrior, 25 moons)
Hot-headed // Determined // Loyal
A dark-gray tom with bright amber eyes
Sapphire (Loner, 21 moons)
Kind // Energetic // Confused
Small blue-gray molly with sapphire blue eyes Made these three, hope they're okay |
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 24, 2022 10:37:24 GMT -5
looks good! i'll add 'em~
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Post by *•.¸♡𝘥𝘢𝘸𝘯𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦♡¸.•* on Jan 24, 2022 10:39:25 GMT -5
Posting something soon
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 24, 2022 10:40:24 GMT -5
sounds good! c;
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Post by *•.¸♡𝘥𝘢𝘸𝘯𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦♡¸.•* on Jan 24, 2022 11:20:57 GMT -5
»»————- ★ ————-««
Songdapple
Outside the territory
Open The last thing she remembered was the tornado raging through the camp, the tortoiseshell molly had been terrified, running as far away as she possibly could from Clan territory.
Songdapple was bleeding from a gash on her hind leg. She had found shade under a tree outside of Clan territory.
Where even am I? Songdapple wondered if she would ever find her way back to PrairieClan.
There must've been so many lives lost. Songdapple frowned, feeling sorrowful.
Surely they would need a new territory, it would take moons to rebuild the Clan, or at least what was left of it.
There was a small mouse nearby, she could smell it. She ducked into a hunting crouch and stalked through the blades of grass, she prepared herself to pounce and took a deep breath in, pouncing and missing the mouse. Songdapple hissed. The wound in her leg was fresh with sharp pain. Songdapple was no medicine cat, she had no clue how to heal wounds.
Songdapple tried licking the wound clean, she remembered that medicine cats would put cobwebs on open wounds to stop the bleeding. She looked around to see if she could spy any.
There was a single cobweb spun between two bushes a few fox-lengths away, Songdapple headed towards it and reached out her paw to swipe it off. Songdapple applied it to her wound. Surely she was missing something, but she hoped this would do the trick.
Songdapple looked up and saw a robin sitting on a branch on a tree, if only she could climb up there.
She headed back towards under the tree and curled herself up in a ball, resting her eyes.
I'll find you again someday....
A little short but here. This kinda has a similar start to Pronghornstar haha whoops |
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 24, 2022 11:41:11 GMT -5
 Pancake -- *•.¸♡𝘥𝘢𝘸𝘯𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦♡¸.•* - songdapple
This was a sure fire way to get himself injured, or even worse, and the last thing Pancake wanted to do right now was trudge through the wreck of plain that the storm had left, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to rest easy if he remained nestled up inside his tunnel den. The storm was over, the raging screech of the wind and the rumbles of thunder now far off into the distance. Pancake was safe to emerge from his den and head out in search of any nearby cats that may need his assistance. While he typically stayed away from the group of cats that called themselves PrairieClan, he could only imagine the destruction that had been brought upon their group, and while usually a solitary tom, he knew his heart wouldn’t let him keep a clear conscious if he didn’t at least try to reach out and offer help.
He carefully made his way across scattered sticks and broken metal that had been pulled off of human cars and houses. Most of the destruction did seem to be where Pancake knew those Clan cats lived; debris covered the ground here as well, but the loner tom had a relatively easy time getting away from his den and out into the wilderness.
Briefly he wondered if the Clan cats would even want his help, but surely in this time of need they’d be grateful for anything they could get. Pancake had run in with a few of the cats before, warriors they had called themselves, and while they warned him to leave their territory, none had seemed overly hostile or ready to bare their fangs at him. They were about as friendly as felines defending their territory could be, and Pancake respected that. But now he hoped that their territorial aggression would fade and that he would be allowed to enter their land. He wasn’t too far from where the border lay, though it was hard to realize that with all the destruction that covered the land.
Just as he was about to leap across a path of thrown rocks and logs, the scent of blood caught his attention. Through the smell of harsh rain and frozen hail, the metallic scent was certainly a different taste in the air. Fur beginning to rise along his spine, Pancake turned course and headed off more east, away from the PrairieClan border. ”Hello? Is some cat out there?” He called out, tentative. There was the vague scent of wet feline in the air, allowing the tom to assume this was another cat’s blood that he was smelling, but he knew it was safer to be cautious rather than run straight into potential danger.
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Post by Brownie on Jan 24, 2022 11:58:38 GMT -5
[[ yoyo I would also love to step in !!
Indigothorn - A dark grey smoke tom with amber eyes. He has long fur and one white sock on his front left paw.
Mintpatch - A cream she-cat with light blue eyes. She has pale tan tabby markings on her spine and tail. Elder, recently retired and still somewhat in good health, though recovering from illness.
Loners
Sunflower - White tom with bold orange markings and yellow eyes.
--Emberstream - Ginger she-cat with green eyes. Elder, deceased.
--Toadpool - Dark brown tom with yellow eyes. Deceased.
--Rainpaw - Grey tom with pale eyes. Deceased. ]]
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 24, 2022 11:59:56 GMT -5
welcome! adding your cats :>
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 24, 2022 12:01:45 GMT -5
oh wait, one thing Brownie, i'd rather you not rp the mate of your characters ^^; |
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Post by Brownie on Jan 24, 2022 12:04:29 GMT -5
[[ awe fine. I wanted to make them hostile towards the Clan and give Sunflower more reasons to be aggressive when they passed through haha
I'll find a different motive for him ]]
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 24, 2022 12:06:28 GMT -5
sorry about that ^^;
but i'm down to help brainstorm other reasons for him being hostile~
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Post by Brownie on Jan 24, 2022 12:24:46 GMT -5
- - - . - - - Mintpatch PrairieClan Camp -- Pronghornstar, Cherrypaw
She'd heard the storm crash over their heads. Mintpatch was deep inside the tunnels when it happened; the light still bothered her and Mudfeather gave her herbs for fever before she dashed off in the direction of the howling wind and echoing screams. Weak as she was, Mintpatch curled her tail over her nose and tried to block out the sound even as her heart pounded and vibrations of the earth rattled her chest.
Somehow, she'd slept. Maybe Mudfeather had given her something for sleep in that pile of herbs, or maybe it was her own body protecting her from hearing any more of the storm. When she woke, she felt even more tired than before, although she'd shaken the heavy pounding in her head and the muzzy fog of fever, or at least she thought she had, though Mintpatch was never much good at recognizing her own pain ever since she'd learned to ignore her leg, a break set wrong in her apprenticeship that has remained a dull ache throughout the rest of her life. Even now it gave a mute throb when she pushed herself to her paws. She only shook a little.
Mintpatch couldn't ignore the silence in camp. There wasn't the normal bustle of conversation, birdsong, and rustling grass, and as she poked her head out of the tunnel --the light still hurt, even through the clouds-- she hardly recognized the camp scattered with debris. Mintpatch's head spun, and she hoped that was from shock and not a returning fever. It took her eyes a moment to focus on the movement and turn the blurry shapes into Pronghornstar and Cherrypaw trailing behind her, looking as despondent as Mintpatch felt.
Pulling herself from the tunnel felt a grand task and sent her front leg shaking again with her weight, though she merely smiled through it and steadied herself before carefully moving towards the pair. It was impossible to miss Hollypaw's bright ginger fur in a puddle in front of them. "Let me help," Mintpatch said before the leader could comment on her appearance. The words brought a cough from deep in her chest, undermining her words, but Mintpatch pressed onward. "Please. I'm uninjured, I can help." |
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Post by *•.¸♡𝘥𝘢𝘸𝘯𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦♡¸.•* on Jan 24, 2022 12:36:15 GMT -5
»»————- ★ ————-««
Songdapple
Outside the territory
With Pancake (Feathertalon ) Songdapple was dreaming that she was chasing her old Clanmate, Whistlebreeze, through the prairie. This wasn't quite a dream, it was a memory.
"Catch me if you can!" Whistlebreeze had meowed as the lilac-shaded molly had sprinted farther into the grass.
Songdapple had dashed after her and tackled her to the ground playfully. "Caught you," Songdapple had said, she had continued to pin her friend to the ground.
Those were supposed to be happy memories, but they were painful now. Only a few moons later had the tornado happened, Songdapple remembered seeing Whistlebreeze, her best friend, be swept away with the tornado that had torn the camp down. She had screamed something to Songdapple. She couldn't quite make out the words but they were along the lines of 'go', that was exactly what Songdapple did, she had ran out of the camp as fast as she could, a bramble had cut her hind leg, making it harder to run, but she had ran.
There was a voice that snapped Songdapple out of her dream and into reality.
"Y-yes?" Songdapple meowed cautiously, lifting her tail and looking around hesitantly. "Who's there?" Songdapple unsheathed her claws, she wasn't ready for fighting, she was too weak, but she would fight if this was a serious threat.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 24, 2022 12:39:07 GMT -5
i'll add her, just give me a quick description of her please
also, i need to do a quick load of laundry, but after that i'll get back to replying uwu
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Post by *•.¸♡𝘥𝘢𝘸𝘯𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦♡¸.•* on Jan 24, 2022 12:40:17 GMT -5
Oh right: A lilac-shaded molly with ice blue eyes
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 24, 2022 12:53:21 GMT -5
As Pronghornstar gazed out at what remained of the camp, she realized she wasn’t sure how she was even going to start searching for more of her Clanmates. There was no clear path for her to use, and now that she had found Cherrypaw, she had to be even more careful with where she tread lest she put the young tomcat in even more danger. Though, as she looked over at the apprentice once more, it was clear to her that he wouldn’t put up a fight regardless on where they went. Shock was evident all throughout his body, and if Pronghornstar could, she’d send him somewhere to rest. Preferably Mudfeather would be around to treat his symptoms, but she knew that the medicine cat was no longer with them. Her jaw tightened in sorrow, locking in any words that may have fallen from her maw.
But she had to continue on. She, as far as she knew, was fine despite having recently come back from losing a life, and if she wanted to get Cherrypaw to safety, they needed to get out of the rubble and hopefully find more Clanmates on the way. It was the only thing they could do.
Just before she started on her journey once more, a voice caught her attention. Hope flared in her chest when she realized it wasn’t Cherrypaw, but the raspy cough-ridden voice of an elder.
”Mintpatch!” The leader exclaimed, beyond relieved to see that the elderly molly had survived through the storm. It was clear that she was shaken, as any cat would be after such an affair, but otherwise Pronghornstar could not see any injuries upon initial inspection.
She drew in a deep breath. The relief mixed with despair heralded an odd feeling that was now blossoming within her chest, but she pushed through, knowing she needed to stay strong for the two Clanmates she had discovered so far. ”Your help will not be denied,” the leader responded in her best attempt to keep her voice calm and steady. ”We need to get out of camp, or far away from this mess as possible, and, of course, look out for any other cats.” Pronghornstar was doing her best to remain optimistic that they’d find more Clanmates alive, but the attempt at a positive attitude was very well dampened with the images of Mudfeather and Hollypaw flashing in her mind. StarClan willing they would come across no more broken bodies today.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 24, 2022 12:54:39 GMT -5
Pancake -- *•.¸♡𝘥𝘢𝘸𝘯𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦♡¸.•*
songdapple
The metal stench of blood grew closer as Pancake eased his way through a mostly flattened patch of wheat grass. He remained calm as he approached the wounded feline, though the fur along his spine remained bristled merely out of instinct. He wasn’t trying to come across as aggressive, he didn’t want a fight, but the scent of blood had activated his fight or flight, and naturally his body was going to react in one way or the other; he supposed he’d take bristled fur over something else.
Upon hearing a voice he momentarily paused. The tone in the cat’s voice was apprehensive, certainly a cat that wasn’t expecting somebody else to come along and find them. That was to be expected, Pancake thought to himself, as any cat who was injured would want to hide from other creatures that may want to take advantage of easy prey.
Slowly Pancake resumed his walk. It wasn’t much longer before a tortoiseshell molly came into view, weak, but still ready to fight if Pancake proved himself to be hostile - luckily for her, Pancake was anything but. He was here simply to help.
Lowering his head, the tabby loner replied, ”I’m here to help, if you’ll allow.” He drew his gaze over to the tortoiseshell, hoping she’d believe him and give him the chance to do something about her wound.
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Post by *•.¸♡𝘥𝘢𝘸𝘯𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦♡¸.•* on Jan 24, 2022 13:11:21 GMT -5
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Songdapple
Outside the territory
With Pancake (Feathertalon ) Songdapple sheathed her claws and lowered her head and peered at the cream tabby tom. She didn't know this cat, he smelled like an outsider. Was he a rogue? Surely if he was a rogue he would've attacked her, maybe a kittypet?
Songdapple wasn't sure if she should talk to this stranger. She winced in pain from her open wound, the cobwebs didn't seem to have helped.
She had no choice but to talk to this complete stranger. Songdapple clenched her teeth and growled before giving in.
"Fine, you can help," Songdapple wasn't one to be sceptical, her clanmates even ridiculed her for being "too trusting" at times. This cat may be worth trusting, Songdapple, give him a chance. "I'm Songdapple, by the way. What's your name?"
She figured that this cat either already knew she was a Clan cat, or would figure it out soon enough.
Do the cats out here even know what a Clan is?
The wound that gaped in her leg stung like a thousand sharp claws digging into her skin, Songdapple took a deep breath and tried to ignore the pain. |
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Post by Brownie on Jan 24, 2022 13:12:49 GMT -5
- - - If you want to introduce Duskbramble *•.¸♡𝘥𝘢𝘸𝘯𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦♡¸.•* I have a good place for him and Indigothorn to be found~ - - - Mintpatch PrairieClan Camp -- .
Look for other survivors, she could do that. "I'll call if I find anyone," she said, knowing she wouldn't be able to dig anyone free in her condition. Mintpatch spared a glance towards Cherrypaw, who she could now see had blood caked into his fur along with the emptiness of his eyes, but there wasn't anything she could do to help the poor apprentice, so she left him with Pronghornstar and picked a path away from the two.
There was another tunnel somewhere under the sedge, she knew, and figured if she had ridden out the storm in the medicine cat's tunnel, that other cats might have thought to do the same. It would be the best place to check for survivors, particularly cats healthy enough to help her search further. Mintpatch took a roundabout route to the tunnel, since the shrapnel on the ground in the center of camp was impossible to traverse. She saw shining metal everywhere, glinting in the sun. A few patches of blood. One patch was large and heavy with the sharp tang of iron, and she cautiously followed the trail and the scuffs of earth until it ended in a shadow of black fur. Reednose's legs were splayed behind him, his spine shattered, and more darkness stained the earth around him. She didn't have to check to know the tom was long since dead.
More bodies. Rainpaw's small body had been thrown to the top of a tree. Emberstream and Sorrelsnap were curled around each other, so gently placed that Mintpatch could imagine the old couple were sleeping under the stars, but when she touched their flanks were her nose, both were cold, their souls fled to StarClan.
Mintpatch was old. She could admit that, now, even if she had only retired a pawful of moons ago. She'd seen many battles, many deaths, but the cold indifference of the storm as it ripped away her Clanmates was a horror on a different scale entirely and every body made her stomach twist.
Finally she reached the second tunnel. The entrance was caved in, which worried her, but she knew the tunnels themselves were sturdy and old, and perhaps the closed-over entrance had further shielded anyone who had been lucky enough to have escaped inside. She didn't think about how many of the cats she'd found around the entrance had perhaps died because the tunnel was no longer accessible. "Hello?" she called down, hoping her voice would carry through the soil. There was a slight gap on top and she put her face closer to the hole. "Is anyone trapped in there?" |
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Post by *•.¸♡𝘥𝘢𝘸𝘯𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦♡¸.•* on Jan 24, 2022 13:25:57 GMT -5
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Duskbramble
PrairieClan Camp
With Mintpatch (Brownie ) Duskbramble opened his eyes and coughed, the fowl taste of dust and dirt in his mouth.
Where am I?
Duskbramble remembered the tornado and how he had ran to find a way out, but that was all. Had he been knocked out by something?
He could still smell the PrairieClan camp, he must still be there. There was dirt on his dark gray pelt. Was he in one of the tunnels? Had a tunnel caved in and he was now stuck.
Duskbramble recognized Mintpatch's voice from the other side of the caved-in tunnel.
"Mintpatch?" He called, hoping that it was actually the elder on the other side and not his own hallucination. It wasn't like him to be this terrified. Duskbramble wondered if anyone was in here with him. "It's me, Duskbramble, I'm in here," Duskbramble was suddenly relieved, at least one of his clanmates was still alive and hopefully, well.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 24, 2022 13:27:41 GMT -5
Pancake -- *•.¸♡𝘥𝘢𝘸𝘯𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦♡¸.•*
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Once given permission to help, Pancake closed the remaining gap between him and the tortoiseshell. He looked her over now that he was standing in front of her, immediately noticing the wound that ran jagged along her leg. It was a ghastly sight, but he supposed a wound like that, so long as it wasn't instantly fatal, was better than death.
So she is a Clan cat, Pancake thought when the molly gave her name - Songbreeze. He couldn't recall if he had heard of her before, but that wasn't exactly what mattered in the moment. He did stop to wonder just how she gotten so far from her camp, but that also wasn't important, and that question could be answered easily if he put a second of thought into it; she either fled right as the storm was approaching, or a strong gust of wind had blown her all the way out here. Should that second option be the case, then Songbreeze here really was lucky to have come out with only an inured limb.
Looking around, Pancake began to search for any remnants of a spider web. "Name's Pancake," he mewed over his shoulder, briefly looking back at the warrior before continuing his search. "Now, I don't know much about healing, but I do know that leg is gonna need a lot of cobweb. Can you still walk good on it?" He asked, curious to know if she was only dealing with open flesh or if this was open flesh combined with a broken or sprained leg. "If it's bad enough, we may just have to find you a human to get that patched up. And before you say it, I know, going to a human is the last thing you wanna do - it's the last thing I wanna do, too, but look out there," he gestured with his tail toward the direction of Clan territory, an abyss of ruins, "you ain't getting home with that leg of yours bleeding like it is." |
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