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Post by Dew on May 20, 2024 11:26:40 GMT -5
Heh no problemo! Totally not making characters right now lol)
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Post by ladylantsov on May 20, 2024 11:28:11 GMT -5
|| Dew might have unexpectedly become my favourite.
That and our character's common hatred of poor Stormfur has really sparked a bond, me thinks.
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Post by 𝓡𝓸𝓬𝓴𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 on May 20, 2024 12:49:38 GMT -5
(I love it when I can bring people together just by being a doofus)
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Post by busybee on May 21, 2024 9:41:17 GMT -5
Sorry for any delays to my responses. I will try to respond today. Have a birthday party to go to for my brother in law though so it may be later tonight when I'm able to finally respond))
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Post by Sand on May 21, 2024 9:44:15 GMT -5
Scorchdawn wetlands — accompanied by: Ashbreeze he/him - sr. warrior 
It was no secret that Scorchdawn wanted the role
of deputy so desperately. He had spent his entire life working for it to the point he swore off of having any close relationships in his life. It was reckless, but to hold a position of such honor and power meant the world to him. More than love or friendship ever could. Yet Faunastar, who was a young leader, might look past him due to his age. Scorchdawn never saw himself as an old, ailing warrior– he was much more than that. He had lots of experience and could advise any cat with his knowledge. Yet his temper was an issue; no cat would want to be greeted with something so unpleasant.
Even though he knew Ashbreeze wanted to be deputy, Scorchdawn didn't sense that his son was as competitive as the senior warrior was. Maybe Dreamfog had raised him to be level headed, but he wouldn't know anything about that. Still, there were more competitors than just Ashbreeze and their clanmates were making it known that they wanted to be deputy like the two of them did. Hopefully his compliment to the white tom served him well as he was trying to even the playing field just a bit.
As they padded into the wetlands in silence, the ginger classic tabby ignored the squelching noise beneath his paws. Usually Scorchdawn could talk one's ears off, but it didn't seem possible with Ashbreeze. They knew nothing about each other despite being kin, grew up and lived in the same clan for moons now. His amber-orange gaze flickered to the other tom, wondering if they would patrol together in silence or talk a bit. If he wanted to get to know Ashbreeze, clearly some talking would have to take place. Somehow his son beat him to it– it was as if the two cats were thinking the same thing.
"It's a bit generic, but my favorite prey is voles," he answered, his gaze lingering over Ashbreeze. "What about you? And where's your favorite place to hunt?"
[ tags: Dew | image credit: best-wallpaper / pinterest ]
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Post by [X] . VeniVidiVici . [X] on May 21, 2024 16:43:39 GMT -5
{ all good busybee! i was thinking about our group doing some sort of time skip anyway once we actually make it the marsh and do some hunting, that way everyone can be ready for the deputy ceremony at the same time as the other patrols and stuff. of course only if everyone agrees that it makes sense, but just a thought i've been having }
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Post by busybee on May 21, 2024 16:46:57 GMT -5
 Florastorm
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 She gave a laugh, knowing what he was probably thinking to make him say that. "I said I missed climbing, not that I was gonna try. I know very well I can't get up a tree right now." Padding ahead she just let the forest sounds fall over her for a moment, the moment cut short by a slight pain in her stomach, it wasn't bad, she ignored it for now. Probably just the kits kicking around again. Her mood hadn't changed outwardly, not giving any sign to the tom of the pain as they continued to pad further on. Croak. She heard the sound of the frog, looking around for the source and spotted a young bullfrog close by. "I always found the croak of a frog or toad to be a cool sound. I remember I was terrified the first time I ever heard one though."
⤁ Southern Border-With Stormfur, Coastivy, and Bittermeadow 𝓡𝓸𝓬𝓴𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 ladylantsov Dew ⬽
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 Everything rushed in blurs, nothing was permanent, everything could be killed. The fox snarled as it let go of Coastivy's leg to try and snap at Bittermeadow, teeth finding air for now. Snapping and slashing about, the fox's tail whipping around with it, it was hard to not get hit by at least something, be it fur, teeth, or claw. The fox wasn't one to run, it couldn't, it wouldn't. This wasn't a fight to chase off the beast, because this beast refused to be chased off. It was either him, or them. The fox reared back and rushed at Bittermeadow, snapping it's jaws shut on the tom's shoulder and tossing him away before turning to face Coastivy, it's eyes glistening and blood beginning to stain it's fur from a few deep gashes across it's side.
(((Go for the eyes! Go for the eyes!! *go coastivy, go bittermeadow! try not to die stormfur!*)))
⤁ In Territory-With Breezewing, Cricketpaw, and Firehawk [X] . VeniVidiVici . [X] tumblepaw Hawkeyes258 ⬽
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 Once he had a collection of the large, broad leaves like the other two warriors he followed them back over to the bird, looking at it closely and trying to determine the best way to wrap it that would make it easier to move to the hole and keep them from touching any part of it directly. It glanced between the leaves and it for a few moments before standing and looking around, spotting some large ferns nearby and padding to it, biting off one of the large fronds and dragging it back over. "We can cover it with a few layers of leaves and then we can maneuver it onto this," he gestured to the fern, "and then just drag it over to the hole."
((Gonna drop off the rp with Coffeefinch and Dawnspirit ftm Dew so I can focus on the two bigger plots going on if that's okay with you)) |
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Post by 𝓡𝓸𝓬𝓴𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 on May 21, 2024 17:06:23 GMT -5
StormfurWarrior * 52 moons * He/Him * tagged; ladylantsov Dew busybee --------------------------------------------------------------------- The tom finally managed to blink away the blurriness in front of him just as he watched the fox's jaws snap down on his clanmate. "No," He sputtered out stubbornly. Ignoring every shoot of pain, Stormfur leapt at the fox once again, teeth bared. He was somewhat surprised when his jaws actually caught onto the fox's neck, trying to rip into the beast's flesh just enough to make it an even score. Maybe. He knew he was in for an earful from the Medicine cats when he got home...if he made it home.
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Post by ladylantsov on May 21, 2024 17:18:34 GMT -5
ROWANFIRE
“You act like I’m a fool for even suggesting it,” the Tom mews softly as they traverse familiar paths, the natural melodies or the territory slowly engulfing them. “But we both know you’ve done crazier things.”
Given a minute he could have produced a large yet non exhaustive list of how and where she’d left him with prematurely grey fur.
If the warrior recognised that the shecat beside him was in pain, he showed no sign of it. They were warriors, small pains barely registered. Rowanfire knew kitting pain for the roaring agonies it ended with, the sounds that echoed across camp in he minutes before relief, before instead the sweet sounds of mewling made a rewarding replacement for the hours before. Rowanfire was father for the first time, did not know the early signs of labour. That strange cramping of the belly that grew and grew and grew.
His ears twitch forward at the sound of the frog, and he nods. “I suppose it is cool,” or at least he couldn’t name another animal that made a sound like it. He wasn’t a particular fan - found the flesh too oily to make a reasonable meal from. |
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Post by Dew on May 21, 2024 17:25:19 GMT -5
 Ashbreeze Ashbreeze quickened his pace, wanting to keep moving on the squishy ground that was the wetlands. It wasn't that he didn't like the wetness of it, if he did then he wouldn't have suggested going to Dreams Pool. But it was true that he didn't really like the way that the mud stuck to his paws, and that is was difficult to get off, unless you wanted to taint a puddle of water or lick the mud off his paws. In fact, at the moment those were the only two options that he could think of.
The answer and the question that followed floated in the air for a moment, and Ashbreeze thought it over. He knew well what his favorite prey was, a thrush, common but not the easiest to catch, but where he liked to hunt best was the thing that kept him thinking for longer. There was that spot on the southern border, but there was also that spot near the middle of the east side....
"My favorite prey is thrush, and it feels nice to catch one, birds aren't the easiest to catch. As for my favorite hunting spot, I like that spot where the forest and the marsh slowly mix. You can find some intresting prey there"
It was true, you never knew what you might find. One day you might find a mouse and the next you might find a lizard, and it was all the more intresting. Sometimes, if you were on a patrol, cats debated on what they would find, or how much. "What about you? What's your favorite place to hunt?"
He/Him - Warrior
Sand  Bittermeadow
Bittermeadow seemed to be succeeding. The fox hadn't caught them yet, but it odds were that it would. And, as they thought that, the fox snatched them up and threw them away from it, leaving Coastivy to fight it alone. The wind was knocked out of them, and it took a second to get their bearings again. Once they seemed to be able to breath again, Bittermeadow got to their paws, and after flexing their shoulder, jumped back into the battle. The fox was back to facing Coastivy again, and the toms were locked in battle.
What was there to do. They couldn't rush around again, their shoulder was not going to let them do that. Paw to paw combat was not really their forte, but they had to try it anyways. Catching Stormfur again, who was battling the fox at the neck, Bittermeadow joined the tom, lashing out beside him. "Go for the eyes Coastivy!" They couldn't believe that they hadn't thought of it before, and maybe Coastivy had, but they wouldn't know. The best that Bittermeadow could do was help, and help they were going to do.
They/Them - Warrior
𝓡𝓸𝓬𝓴𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰, ladylantsov, busybee
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Post by busybee on May 21, 2024 18:24:14 GMT -5
ladylantsovjust one thing with the response, Florastorm is not frowning in the slightest right now))
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Post by [X] . VeniVidiVici . [X] on May 21, 2024 19:03:19 GMT -5
BreezewingBreezewing nodded. “Smart thinking, Goldenshade.” He padded over to the fern Goldenshade was carrying and picked up the other end in his teeth, helping the warrior lay down the fern gently. Then, he began to layer his leaves on the bird so it covered as much of it as possible. “Firehawk, lay your leaves down and then let’s work together to push it onto the fern. Goldenshade, make sure the fern stays still when we push it on.” He directed the other cats, positioning himself next to the bird. “Cricketpaw, we might need your help but I’d like you to watch and make sure everything is going smoothly. It’s an important job.” He said, eyes twinkling. |
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Post by ladylantsov on May 22, 2024 5:12:57 GMT -5
||Amended  busybee
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Post by tumblepaw on May 22, 2024 11:01:34 GMT -5
“Yessir!!” Cricketpaw straightened up immediately, shifting her weight slightly, and kept her eyes focused on the bird. She had a job too!
She eagerly and intently watched as the older cats started to move the bird towards the hole. So far, so good.
Not much for her to do at the moment. :/ I don’t mind skipping to them being done with the bird and going to the marsh.
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Post by busybee on May 22, 2024 16:53:59 GMT -5
ladylantsovJust waiting on Coastivy and then I'll type up my responses))
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Post by ladylantsov on May 22, 2024 17:23:26 GMT -5
COASTIVY
A blow sends the tom careening backwards, the grass and rocks beneath their paws was already slick with the spilled blood. It was luck and some semblance of skill that kept the handsome Tom from losing his footing, instead his muscles coil up beneath him and he lunges forward, massive paws leaving indented scuffs where his feet drive him forward.
Every attempt to put pressure on his rear, left leg is agony. Hot, white fair as blinding as staring directly into the sunlight. Coastivy is bleeding from multiple, large gashes three to his abdomen and hind, one above his brow, leaking crimson into his line of sight. Each breath comes as an aching, ragged pant.
But he forces himself forward. Claws glinting in the sun as he swipes, distracting the beast with one left sweeping motion, only to distract it with a second blow from the right as it turned to tear into the first. His paw collides hard with the foxes skull. “Get out of hear, fish-breath,” Coastivy snarls through gasping breaths. |
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Post by busybee on May 22, 2024 18:59:12 GMT -5
Goldenshade
⤁ In Terrritory-With Breezewing, Firehawk, and Cricketpaw [X] . VeniVidiVici . [X] Hawkeyes258 tumblepaw ⬽
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He gave a an appreciative nod at the compliment from the other before placing a paw on either side of the fern to hold it down, figuring it safer if he kept his face as far away as he could from the foul smelling bird. I hope we don't find more like this. We'll have to tell Faunastar about it when we return to camp so she can make an announcement for everyone to be on the lookout for sickly prey and to not touch it. He decided to voice his thoughts, with another thought as well. "Maybe we should head back to camp after burying this? The clan needs to be aware of it as soon as possible, we need everyone on the lookout for more sickly prey, we need to know if it's spreading or if it's contained."
(((I actually have a thought that Dragonflystar got his sickness from eating a piece of prey that had the sickness {{but only had it in the beginning stages when it was caught and killed by him and he ate it after catching it}} and so he is actually the first victim. But no one knows this of course))) Florastorm
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She gave a small laugh. "Yeah, I don't much care for the taste of them either. I much prefer a good plump rabbit to the slimy, muddy flavor of a frog." The molly kept padding on as she spoke, taking the tom ever farther from camp; she'd turn around to head back soon, her paws would demand it eventually anyways. Carrying the extra weight was tiring, and made her ache, but she wouldn't trade the experience of getting to be a mother for anything. "My absolute favorite type of prey though I've only had on one occasion, you probably remember the time too, and that is deer. When I was just made an apprentice a patrol of the warriors took down a younger one and brought it back, I'd never had something so delicious. I hope I get to be with the patrol that hunts the next one, but it's just rare for them to pass through this part of the woods for some reason." Her blabbering stopped as she did, her steps coming to a halt as she felt another pain, stronger this time. Strong enough for her to wince from it. Fox
⤁ Southern Border-With Stormfur, Coastivy, and Bittermeadow 𝓡𝓸𝓬𝓴𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 ladylantsov Dew ⬽
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The fox felt the blow to it's head, an old fracture already existing in the place where the tom had hit.It gave a yelp and stepped back, shook it's head once, and then snarled at the cats. It circled them slowly, low to the ground with it's teeth exposed and growling low. It went around for a moment, then two, then thr- it leapt. Springing off from the forest floor it leapt for whoever was closest, which just so happened to be Stormfur again. Latching onto the tom's hind-leg now the beast began to walk backwards, dragging the feline with it.
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Post by 𝓡𝓸𝓬𝓴𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 on May 22, 2024 23:10:12 GMT -5
StormfurWarrior * 52 moons * He/Him * tagged; ladylantsov Dew busybee --------------------------------------------------------------------- Dread filled Stormfur as he felt his body slide away from his compatriots. He squirmed frantically to try to escape the grasp, but the pain was starting to wear on him. He gave several more attempts to wiggle free before he locked eyes with Bittermeadow. With his life flashing before his eyes, he said the unthinkable,"I'm sorry! I should have listened...please don't let me die!"
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Post by ladylantsov on May 23, 2024 5:07:04 GMT -5
ROWANFIRE
"I'll make sure the fresh-kill pile is stocked with all the rabbits the territory has to offer for you and the kits," he promises with a chuckle. He kept the opinion that his mate looked a little like a plump rabbit these days. Kit-heavy belly swaying with each step. He doesn't offer her support, but stays close enough for her to lean on when she needs to catch her breath for a moment. Offers it without needing to be asked, and without judgement. Listening contentedly to her sweet voice, chattering about nothing, but quite content to listen anyway.
The tom knows when he's being distracted, and for the time being allows the sheccat to have her way. The distance from camp wasn't too ridiculous, if his ears focused he could still, just about hear the din of camp life below the general ruckus of the forests beyond.
But then Florastorm continued padding and the tom found himself resisting the urge to roll his eyes.
Mousebrain thinks she's so clever, his whiskers twitch with amusement as he keeps pace with her, shoulder to shoulder.
Rowanfire had half formed the warning that they really ought to be turning back for camp about now on his lips, when he turns and finds pain dancing on her features like sunlight flickering through the trees. Sees the map of it, the confusion warping her beautiful face, and the morning warmth seeps from his body so viciously its like he'd been sent plunging into open waters.
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Post by [X] . VeniVidiVici . [X] on May 23, 2024 18:32:31 GMT -5
{ ooh i like that idea about dragonflystar a lot busybee! }/
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Post by [X] . VeniVidiVici . [X] on May 23, 2024 18:41:09 GMT -5
BreezewingBreezewing frowned. “Well, I don’t know about not coming back to camp without prey. But we do need to warn the clan. Faunastar will need to be extra careful about hunting patrols.” Breezewing closed his eyes to think momentarily. The safety and health of the clan is more important than full bellies. “Alright,” Breezewing said, nodding to Goldenshade. “We will return back to camp after this. But. Let’s also keep an eye for more prey on the way back, just in case we can find a healthy piece or two for the freshkill pile.” He started to layer leaves over the bird. |
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Post by Dew on May 23, 2024 20:36:02 GMT -5
Bittermeadow
The blow that Coastivy managed to get on the foxes head seemed to make the fight pause for a moment, every second drawing on and on until...
The fox launched itself at Stormfur, attaching itself to the toms hind leg as it dragged him backward. Bittermeadow stood in terror for a second, but Stormfur's pleading voice brought them back to their senses. Sure, the tom was absolutely embarrassing himself in front of two younger warriors who had more sense then he did, but that didn't mean Stormfur deserved to die. Bittermeadow was not going to let Stormfur die, not on their watch.
With the louded battle cry they could muster, they leaped at the fox, the jump slightly off by the sharp pain in their hind leg. Can't believe I forgot about that. Bittermeadow's jump was slightly off due to this, and they landed a little to the right of their destined location. Bittermeadow turned to the left, unsheathing their claws and aiming for the face, hoping that the fox would let go of Stormfur if it was to distracted with the claws in its face.
They/Them - Warrior
𝓡𝓸𝓬𝓴𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰, ladylantsov, busybee
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Post by ladylantsov on May 24, 2024 9:48:08 GMT -5
COASTIVY
Over the ringing in his ears, the cries of his clanmates are hardly audible, the rush of blood pounding through them far too loud to clock anything else. An especially hard buffet sends the tabby tom staggering back a few steps, but he quickly regains the ground. Its regain the ground lost, or end up buried in that same ground where his blood now seeped into the grasses. With a pant, Coastivy lunged to swipe at the canid again, claws extended and bloody, only to find Bittermeadow had beaten him too the literal punch.
The eyes! Morbid as it was, that was indeed likely their best distraction tactic. Coastivy shoulders in beside the other warrior, and swipe for swipe rips at russet-red fur. Dodging vicious bites and furious yowls from the beast. Blood, bright red crimson drops of it, flow from a nasty gash in the young tom's forehead, dripping blot by blot into his line of sight. All but blinding him in the right eye, thankfully, the fox isn't hard to miss.
Finally, a right-pawed swipe lands home. Tearing through fur and flesh both, and when Coastivy withdraws his paw and claws, four claw-marks have swiped a vicious path across the fox's eye. Bleeding heavily, it screeches its outrage. Coastivy grins.
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Post by busybee on May 24, 2024 18:21:18 GMT -5
Florastorm
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She didn't respond right away, breathing for a moment as she waited for the pain to pass. Once all seemed okay she looked toward her mate and gave a smile, trying not to show her oncoming nervousness and slight fear, fear of what she feared might be about to happen. But that wouldn't happen right now right? I'm supposed to still have several sunrises before the kits get here. "I'm okay now. Was just pain is all. We can start to head back now though, my paws are beginning to ache." She held up one paw and gave it a slight shake, trying to distract the tom from her other pain. Stepping forward she approached him and nuzzled his cheek softly, breathing in his scent for a moment before padding on past him, her tail sliding along his side as she passed by him. Setting off back toward camp she set an okay pace, she wasn't lying that her paws were starting to ache so she wasn't moving as fast as she really wanted to. Fox
⤁ Southern Border-With Stormfur, Coastivy, and Bittermeadow 𝓡𝓸𝓬𝓴𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 ladylantsov Dew ⬽
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The fox bit and tore at the two cats that had forced it to drop the third, trying to get in a hit anywhere it could reach or get to. It felt the paw hit over its eye and the pain that followed forced a loud, awful, ear-splitting screech from the beast as it reared back, shaking its head a few times before turning toward the cats again, giving them a chance to see the damage done to its eye, the right eye closed up and bleeding with four deep claw marks straight across it and the left with a deep gash above it that was bleeding down into its other eye. The fox was rabid now, not thinking, not even moving on instinct anymore, it moved on pure rage and malice. As it leaped at them again, it left its belly exposed.
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Post by 𝓡𝓸𝓬𝓴𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 on May 24, 2024 18:29:01 GMT -5
StormfurWarrior * 52 moons * He/Him * tagged; ladylantsov Dew busybee --------------------------------------------------------------------- Survival instinct was surely the only thing Stormfur had left, taking advantage of the fox leaping over him to throw out his claws a rake aggressively at the fox's belly. As blood from the fox dripped onto his face, he finally passed out from his wounds. The world was dark and cold, but he was still breathing. Just barely.
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Post by ladylantsov on May 24, 2024 18:32:41 GMT -5
ROWANFIRE
Doubt left him frowning at the shecat, the expression deepening with every pawsteps the young Queen took towards him, he pauses as Florastorm presses her body against his. The tom steadies himself against an instinctual worry, get back camp, worry about anything else later. Rowanfire lowers his large head to press his muzzle into her shoulder, inhaling her scent.
The sweet, honey like aroma of the nursery and her milk. And below it, subtle but there for anyone who cared enough to be observant, was the scent of fear. He observes her waddle away, pace unhurried but not because she didn’t want to be in camp this time.
But rather like every pawstep hurt her to place down. Like her entire body ached.
Rowanfire presses his body to hers, offering his broad shoulder as support the best he can. “All that bravado only to go and tire yourself out,” he struggles to make his time light and playful, to keep a lid on the worry building inside him. His worry would do nothing but stress her out.
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Post by busybee on May 24, 2024 18:50:11 GMT -5
Florastorm
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The molly loved her mate dearly, he made her feel like she really mattered and like she was a wonderous thing, he was always so kind to her. "Thank you. I really wanted to go for a walk though and I'm glad I got to. I'm glad you went with me." She accepted his shoulder to lean on and they padded on, the feline focusing on walking for now, something starting to not quite right, off, and then another pain hit. This one stronger than the first, forcing her to stop and wince with a small gasp, that wasn't right. Rippleleaf took me through the signs and what I may feel going into kitting, I even talked to some of the former queens about it. Something isn't right. "Rowanfire," she managed to breath out after a few moments. Something isn't right, I think something is wrong." Fear flashed through her features as she looked at her mate.
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Post by ladylantsov on May 24, 2024 19:07:34 GMT -5
ROWANFIRE
The blood in Rowanfire’s veins goes ice cold as those words pass his mate’s lips, sees the panic burn in her own gaze, like a sudden inferno. You were a fool for ever her leave camp, but it was too late now. His dark gaze glances back in the direction of camp, nostrils flaring. He could be back within its walls in a few minute long-sprint, find the medicine cat and drag them back out here at speed.
But it would mean leaving her alone out here, and he could do that as easily as he could stop his own heart from breathing right now. His heart still thundering in his chest, Rownafire glances around again - this time his gaze lands on a rather large tree. It’s roots gnarled and curved, creating a shelter beneath it.
“Come on darling, a little further, he encourages, helping her beneath the roots to some semblance of shelter. The large Tom has to stoop to avoid hitting his head against the bark, “Wait here,” he winced as the worss keft his lips, it was quite clear his mate was in no position to be going anywhere right now. “Florastorm, I’ll go find help.” |
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Post by ladylantsov on May 25, 2024 7:12:07 GMT -5
ROWANFIRE
The Tom runs like the winds kiss his heels with every pawstep he takes, bounding across the earth, faster and faster. He sends startled birds skyward as he skids through nests, mice and shrews scattering away from where large paws leave duvets in dry earth. Dodging between trees and weaving through patches of marshland, ignoring how the low-lying branches whip at his dark russet fur. An army of starclan’s finest warriors could have out themselves between his sprinting body and camp, and it would not have been enough to halt his pelting pace. Not nearly enough.
By the time he goes hurtling into the camp, the warrior is bleeding from small gashes at his hips. But something could have dipped out his throat and he doubted that right now he’d notice, his only thoughts were on finding help for his ailing mate.
But the sight he is met with in camp is his worst nightmare - emptiness, barring but a small handful of cats who blink at him like startled deer. Of course, the majority of patrols had now left camp to go about their morning duties. “Rippleleaf, Finchpaw.” The yowl echoes from the depths of his gut, hoping by some miracle the two medicine cats might hear his pleas from somewhere across the sprawling expanse of EffervescentClan territory. Please.
But StarClan had no miracles to offer him this day.
Rowanfire was faced with a choice, and the gears of his brain were almost visible in how they ground together inside his mind in that split second of contemplation. He could venture into the territory, try to find the medicine cats himself and bring them back to Florastorm. But even with his excellent tracking skills - the territory was massive, and he had no idea of where to begin looking for the medicine cat and his apprentice. Only StarClan could know how long finding them might take, and in the meantime his mate would be alone and in pain.
His decision is a split instant one, and if whatever was to come next went wrong, he would spend the rest of his days regretting it. He grabbed hold of whichever cat happened to have the poor luck of being closest to him in that moment. Describing where he and Florastorm were in a rush of panted words, telling the cat to send the medicine cats where way the moment they return to camp. Then leaves camp again at that same, full pelting pace.
Time seems to bleed in slow motion as he finds his way back to the tree roots where he’d left his mate, a thousand worries pouring through his mind about all kinds of worst case scenario. That he’d her dead, that a predator had found her. But he bites down his fears and runs on, until he comes scrambling back into the makeshift shelter.
There he finds his mate’s features contorted with pain, sprawled out on one side, the pain clearly having worsened significantly since he’d left her side. “I’m sorry my darling,” guilt ripples in his voice, feeling like a failure. “The medicine cats weren’t in camp.” |
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