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Post by Sand on Aug 18, 2016 10:21:25 GMT -5
[ hey guys! I'd like to quickly warn you if I become inactive here it's probably due to my mod responsibilities, though I'll try to be here as often as I can ^^ ]
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Post by Erιѕ Alvα on Aug 18, 2016 15:03:33 GMT -5
(WOAH Congrats Sandy! You totally are going to be a great mod!  ) |
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Post by Sand on Aug 18, 2016 15:48:26 GMT -5
[ Thank you so much :'D! I hope so ~ ]
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Post by Erιѕ Alvα on Aug 19, 2016 19:54:53 GMT -5
(Okay I'm on and sick of how barren it is here o: Who do I need to reply to?) |
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Post by Pearl on Aug 19, 2016 21:44:16 GMT -5
(I'm here)
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Post by Dreamerym on Aug 20, 2016 0:10:55 GMT -5
Meadowlark led the kit to the elders den and ducked inside, looking around her. It had been a stressful day she new, but the young kit needed something to do that would keep him away from the cold, and this den was the closest you could get. "Here we are Possumkit. The elders den, settle down and tell a story. |
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Post by Dreamerym on Aug 20, 2016 0:12:25 GMT -5
"Alright then, hunting it is. Now, remembering it is leaf-bare, and there has already been a patrol out this morning. What are your goals?" He hoped she would choose this moment to push herself, and not set something easy. Leaf-bare would make the hunting harder yes, but having goals, which are realistic, but not always reachable, would help bring her skill to the next level and teach herself to push her limits, while understanding where those were. |
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Post by Erιѕ Alvα on Aug 20, 2016 1:49:40 GMT -5
As they entered the dimly-lit den, Possumkit's brow furrowed at the faces of the silent elders. He looked up at Meadowlark with a bit of contempt. "I thought elders were supposed to tell the stories?" What in StarClan would he tell these old cats? He didn't know any stories besides the ones Icewing told him. And, logic dictating, they likely already knew all of those. He couldn't possibly tell one on the fly... could he? |
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Post by Dreamerym on Aug 20, 2016 11:29:54 GMT -5
"They could if you would like them too, but they are always telling stories. I am more than sure that they would love to hear anything you could come up with. Maybe something about an adventurous kit? Or one about something you've heard. I'm sure they won't mind it at all. It should be rather relaxing." Meadowlark mewed. She loved to see kits be creative, and she could tell he was slightly uncomfortable in the elders presence.
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Post by Erιѕ Alvα on Aug 20, 2016 21:01:13 GMT -5
He didn't like being put on the spot like this, but the warrior was giving him no choice. If he were a more ornery kit, he might have spat at the she-cat to tell as story herself, but Possumkit was much more kindhearted than that and that thought never crossed his mind. He sighed deeply before finally, awkwardly, starting a tale. "There was once a tom...A brave tom." It sounded so stupid to him but there was no going back after those words were spoken. "Though he was brave, and stronger than three cats, he had one terrible weakness. When he was born, all of his other siblings died. His mother was so sad and did not want her last son to die, so dipped him into a forbidden, magical, moon-lit pool that would cause him to be immortal." Okay, now he was liking this story himself. Where was it coming from? His soul? "There was just one problem... his mother dipped him into the water by holding him by his foot, and so that foot was not strong like the rest of him." |
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Post by Pearl on Aug 20, 2016 22:12:48 GMT -5
(Sorry I haven't been on much. I'm catching up with studies, and my grandad, whilst out of ICU, has ended up with a high fever.)
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Post by Erιѕ Alvα on Aug 21, 2016 19:43:01 GMT -5
Pant. Pant. Pant. Why was her head pounding? Pant. Pant. Why couldn’t she stop swallowing? Why did he spit become so thick, welling up in the bottom of her throat again and again. Swallowing made it simotaniously better and worse. Pant. Pant. So warm. Everyone was looking at her. She knew it. Pant. So thirsty. Pant. Her heart was pounding. Pant.
Redwhisper was hunting, alone, in the Misty Forest about a moon ago. Before the Fennelfur trip from hell. No one came with her of course. Why would anyone come with the cold and cruel Redwhisper? Most clanmates didn’t even know she existed, she thought. The paranoid she-cat preferred hunting alone anyway. She hadn’t realized it because the forest was so dark but dusk was arriving. She turned to see the sunset. This was when the recluse prey called a bat was most active. She didn’t know this. She was looking for just anything, but she saw one on a tree. A little mouse with angel wings. The red she-cat crouched and slid forward to the swampy willow. The bat, crouching itself on the smooth bark, seemed fat and lazy, acting strange. How odd that it wasn’t hanging upside down; isn’t that what those rodents did when resting? She wrote it off as being an easy catch. Redwhisper leapt, a little too late, and the bat turned around. Instead of flying away, fleeing like any other prey-thing would, it tackled her face and scratched and bit. Redwhisper screamed and beat it down to the muddy ground. She hit it again and again until it was still. Now it was ruined and no one could eat it. What a pathetic waste of time. The she-cat, dejected and angry, swiftly returned home only worried about her small face wounds.
Pant. Pant. Pant. She had woken up today feeling…. wrong. Everything was wrong. There was this strange energy in her, like a heavy fear that something was about to happen but more enraging. A sort of deja vu, like she knew something horrible, like she knew it and couldn’t stop it, couldn’t go back in time. She kept thinking of the familiarity, like remembering a distant dream, and became more and more disturbed as she thought and thought. A repressed memory? A premonition? It didn’t matter. Redwhisper’s fur was fluffed up to the max and dirty. Licking had become painful at the beginning of this week so she couldn’t groom. She barely spoke. There was so much spit. What was she sick with? She felt so desperate, yet so helpless. Are you okay Redwhisper? Are you sick? What was wrong? What was happening? What was this panic, this desperation, this fear, this rage??? Running out of time…
“Are you okay Redwhisper? Are you sick?” It was Dancingwillow’s voice. How surprising that she, out of anyone in the clan, would actually notice something like this. Redwhisper had her claws flayed out. It was as though writhing her paws and claws in the dirt made things a little better. Just momentarily as she moved them. She hadn’t even noticed the kneading she was doing. Her eyes flicked from the camp to Dancingwillow to the ground and back around over and over again rapidly, frantically. She wanted to answer, to cry out, scream even. But when the red she-cat opened her mouth—her foamy, cloudy mouth—nothing but strange growling and hissing and spitting rolled out of her.
Dancingwillow took a step back. Her normally sleepy eyes were wide open. “I…” She began to try to say something, but the words got caught in her throat as Redwhisper tiptoed oddly at the other she-cat. She slashed out loudly and clumsily. Redwhisper was just a thrall to her sickness now, an observer from the inside as she attacked again, this time scoring her claws across the frightened Dancingwillow’s fleeing flank.
— IMPORTANT —
Redwhisper has contracted RABIES from an infected bat a moon ago while hunting. The clan currently has no knowledge of this disease or what it does. From this post onward starts our Cloudmouth Plot (cloudmouth will be the clan’s name for rabies).
ONLINE DICE will be rolled to determine if a cat touched (bit or scratched) by someone infected In-Character to see if they contract it. That way it’s not 100%. A roll of 1, 2, or 3 will be not effected, and a roll of 4, 5 or 6 will mean they ARE infected. Keep in mind that until (and IF) a cure is found, any cat infected (by being scratched by Redwhisper or Dancingwillow in this scene), will most likely die from the disease or being killed by the clan.
That being said, Redwhisper will have to be quickly killed in this scene, but the clan might not know to or be so willing to do that...
Cloudmouth symptoms can take up to three moons or more to show up. They happen in stages. You will be expected to follow the symptoms pattern to your discretion if your character is infected. They are as follows:
1. Asymptomatic. Duration of three days to three months.
2. Headaches, anxiety, restlessness, general feeling of sickness. Duration of three to seven days.
3. Migraines, increased worry and confusion, irritability, onset of delusions and hallucinations. Tired most of the time but plagued with insomnia. Duration of three to five days.
4. Debilitating migraines, onset of haemopytsis (coughing up blood), severe foaming at the mouth and fear of water, loss of speech and coherent thought, lack of coordination, beginnings of aggression, strong delusions and hallucinations. This is the typical full-rabies stage. Duration of about three days until death.
Any questions should be PM'd to Darknesque, Fogpath, or myself.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2016 20:20:01 GMT -5
((oh man imagine a she-cat being infected and having kits
that'd be awful to "deal with"
I'd totally reply somehow but idk really how to since all my characters have something going on - except for Brokenpaw maybe, since he's just dragging some prey to the nursery. idk))
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Post by Dreamerym on Aug 22, 2016 0:25:21 GMT -5
Meadowlark was intrigued by the young kits story when she heard a commotion forming outside the den. "Sorry to interrupt Possumkit, I'm loving your story but I'll have to slip out for a minute. Continue on!" She was reluctant to leave him be but was too worried to stay and ignore the sounds. She new the elders would care for him. As she left the confines of the den she was stunned by the sight of Redwhisper attacking Dancingwillow, and took a moment to decide how she was going to proceed. Without much more thought she jumped into the fray, hoping to grab Redwhispers scruff and drag her away. The cat looked absolutely manic with saliva dripping from her jaws.
Highstone responded to the sudden chaos of camp by quickly jumping to his feet. He was about to leap forward when he saw Meadowlark jump inward. That would already be two on one, he thought as he watched the fight from his spot on the sidelines, nervous enough. What was Redwhisper thinking? Had she gone completely insane? No sane cat attacked their clanmate with that sort of vicious ferocity, and certainly not without provocation.
Fawnpaw was stunned by the sight she saw before her, warriors being dragged into a bloody and foamy fight that seemed rather vicious for intra-clan hostility. She decided against joining, certainly there were enough cats already involved, and without a medicine cat, the wounds would be more devastating than they should.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2016 1:52:22 GMT -5
--Brokenpaw paused on his way to the nursery, the slight commotion and very tense atmosphere freezing him in his tracks. His fur prickled as he dropped the deermouse he'd been dragging, and he looked up just in time to see Meadowlark go after Redwhisper. Brokenpaw noted a bit of blood on the ground a small ways away, and mentally went through hypotheticals, each worse than the last. Fur bristling more than it was previously, he basically sprinted to the nursery entrance, determined to keep the kits and queen inside where they'd hopefully be safe from the fighting cats.
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Post by Erιѕ Alvα on Aug 22, 2016 4:49:07 GMT -5
Dancingwillow refused to fight, not like this. It all took her by horrifying surprise and she limped as far and as fast away as she could. All she could think about was getting out of there. The danger in her blood made her shiver in fear as she found herself crouched in the very back of the medicine cat's den. She heard wails, but for the life of her, Dancingwillow could not figure out where they came from. It took several pounding heartbeats to realize she was the one wailing.
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Redwhisper's movements were heavy, clumsy, and lurching. Her body did not seem to respond to pain, nor did it like the movement it so desired. She felt claustrophobic with the sudden crowd, and knew something was wrong, but her mind and body could not reconnect. She could not stop the overwhelming motions of pain, fear, and anger. As Dancingwillow ran out of her peripheral, she swept around to face Jayshadow and Asterwing. Her claws literally ached. Her throat was coated with thick saliva yet it felt endlessly dry. She choked on iron. She coughed and more thick molten copper erupted from her dry, unregistering mouth. Blood. All she could do was lunge for one of the two in front of her, but she found herself pulled back by an unknown force. The air felt so heavy around her, it was like she had been pulled back by her sickness. Her bloodshot eyes turned rapidly to Meadowlark's grip on her scruff, and Redwhisper twisted without care for ripping her own skin and attempted to claw deep into the face of her restrainer.
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The instant Redwhisper's claws scored down Dancingwillow's flank, adrenaline seeped into Rabbitstar's veins. He was instantly to his feet and sprinting to the scene. Squabbles happened in the heat of Green-leaf, usually, not the middle of Leaf-bare. Still, he could not say he was surprised that Redwhisper was the one to snap and attack someone, especially after their dramatic journey. As he came across the sight, however, it became apparent to him like everyone else that this was not a simple hot-tempered fight. Blood and thick, milky foam dripped from the she-cat's maw and her eyes were both dull and alight with a flame that was not her own. The sounds that came out of her were ...infeline. The leader found himself taking a large step back, eyes wide. Was she possessed??
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Icewing was obviously alarmed by the sudden appearance of a frantic Brokenpaw. Instantly when the tom entered, the sounds outside the pleasant nursery wafted inside. She heard alarm not unlike her own and growls of a nature she had never heard before. They turned her blood colder than her name. "What in the name of StarClan is going on out there??" She demanded from the apprentice. Then her eyes instantly darted around the den for her kits. She counted four, but one was missing. Her face paled. Possumkit. Little did she know he was simply continuing his story in the elder's den with not a care in the world as to what was going on outside. The queen attempted to push herself past Brokenpaw and outside to search--and save if necessary--her missing child.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2016 10:43:57 GMT -5
--Brokenpaw met Icewing's gaze with his own wide-eyed one. He realized then how small he seemed, and how young he was, and, most importantly, how ineffective he could be against the rampaging cats outside. He opened his mouth, managing only to say, "Redwhisper, and blood-" before the she-cat attempted to shoulder her way past him. Brokenpaw grabbed the skin near her neck and shoulders and dragged her back slightly, his not-quite-warrior-age size hindering him less than he would have expected - was she already thinning from the new season, or was he growing into his strength? "What are you doing?" he demanded through her fur, potentially more angrily than could be justified. He ached to say more, tell her what a bad idea she was trying to enact, but didn't want to loosen his grip enough to speak that much. He was too focused on keeping the queen safe and away from the danger to notice when Moonkit began to act up.
--Moonkit tumbled back slightly at Icewing's hasty departure from her side, righting herself quickly as her small mind attempted to process the words she'd faintly heard Brokenpaw say before her fall. "Blood?" she asked, her tiny voice higher than usual as she began bristling in concern. She attempted to meet the gaze of each of her littermates, but found one of them missing. "Possumkit?" she squeaked softly, hoping for an answer. When none came, she tried again, getting progressively louder and more panicked. She teetered toward the entrance where Brokenpaw and Icewing were, trying to look out into the camp and make sure her adopted brother wasn't part of the scuffle. Her mind kept repeating I have to find him but she knew that wasn't a good idea - and that her small paws would freeze up as soon as things got too scary. She was desperate to prove herself and her worth to her adopted family, though. Her breath started coming out in labored, almost wheezing, pants as her mind battled with the decision.
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Post by Dreamerym on Aug 22, 2016 11:03:38 GMT -5
Meadowlark felt claws fall along her face. She was frantic as skin tore beneath her teeth, but nothing did anything to stop the she-cat in front of her, it was if she did not feel pain. The foam at her mouth, the fire in her eyes. "We have to get her out of camp!" she yowled, "She won't stop." She tried to twist her body towards the entrance of the camp, enticing the she-cat to follow.
Fawnpaw saw Brokenpaw enter into the nursery in the commotion, maybe she could help him there? She ran to the entrance and looked around, watching as Brokenpaw held Ice-wing back from the entrance, and a young kit teetering towards her as well. "I don't know what in starclans name is going on in here, but you can't leave the den."
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Post by xfogpathx on Aug 22, 2016 16:51:11 GMT -5
((Alright, so whenever Moon gets on I really need to have TUmble get a dream from Fennelfur.))
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Post by Erιѕ Alvα on Aug 24, 2016 14:25:22 GMT -5
(getting my nose pierced today. Idk when I'll be on but I'll definitely reply tonight since no one else has been able to~)
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Post by xfogpathx on Aug 25, 2016 13:33:37 GMT -5
((Alrighty so i dont think any of my cats in camp will add to the redwhisper drama, so im going to focus on braveleaf, trinket, and sootpaw.))
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Post by xfogpathx on Aug 25, 2016 13:50:58 GMT -5
"Mama?" Mousekit chirped as the queen rushed away from their nest. For a moment, everything was muffled by the jolt of panic that moved through her as she watched Brokenpaw try to wrestling with her mother. The thing that brought her back was none over than a wheezing Moonkit. The other she-kit was hesitating near the entrance and Mousekit crept over to her adoptive sister slowly. "Moonkit....what are you doing? Can you see Possumkit?" she asked nervously, kneading her paws into the ground.
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Dawnflame was about to try and beginning teaching Tumblepaw when a sudden commotion in the camp made her freeze. There was yelling and the sounds of a struggle. Could they be getting invaded?! Just as she was going to run outside to see what was happening, Dancingwillow stumbled hurriedly into the medicine cat den wailing at the top of her lungs. "Dancingwillow? Whats wrong?" Her eyes glanced at blooming red on the other she-cat and gasped. She was injured! What happened?
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Braveleaf watched the others runs off after the rabbits he had distracted and waited at the foot of the snowbank. He was confident they could catch them on their own and his time was better used trying to feel out more prey. As an apprentice, he had felt using his soul powers to catch prey was cheating but as a warrior, he was beyond this naive train of thought. There is no other way for them to survive here without their soul powers. After a few moments, Braveleaf sighed. There were no more animals within his senses. This would all they would be finding here.
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"I don't know about uses, but I do send quite a bit of time grooming." the hairless she-cat joked with a grin. She glanced down at the sparrow between her paws and shrugged before starting to rip the feathers out. She would prefer to eat while she was warm and she could always bring the feathers back for her nest. When it was clear, she took a big bite and pushed it invitingly towards the other cat. "And its not so bad. I don't get weighed down in snow or water. In fact, I'm a great fisher."
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Post by Erιѕ Alvα on Aug 26, 2016 0:25:40 GMT -5
Words were hard to find amongst trembling limbs. Wails had turned into waning whimpers as the normally ditzy she-cat crouched against the wall. What was it about the attack that traumatized her so? Perhaps it was her soul power. She could practically feel how her assailant was. She was not a clanmate anymore--she had been zombified by her plague. The word sent shivers. Her heightened senses in this state caused her to hear pretty much everything happening outside at once. It took Dancingwillow several heartbeats to finally murmur, "Redwhisper..." Before she began to feel faint. She projected, albeit clumsily, green ghoul leaving battered body.
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Icewing's heart plummeted into her sternum again and again. Blood was all she had to hear. Was her baby being pulled apart by some crazed warrior in camp? She had to see what was happening for herself! She had to search for her son! However, she got a face full of Fernpaw and Brokenpaw as she again attempted to leave. Growls and sounds of struggle were only increasing. Whatever was happening was coming closer, as if it was trying to leave camp. A picture of a mountain cougar, face clung to a bloody kit heap, flashed in Icewing's mind and she let out a whine. She was as helpless as her kit right now with her clanmates trapping her here.
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The demonically sick she-cat teetered in her restrainment, making several attempts to claw at both the bodies in front of her and the mouth that held her. For a moment she was held still, forelimbs dangling, as if she finally surrendered. But in one swift move, Redwhisper ripped herself from Meadowlark's jaws and her body flailed and clawed itself toward the approaching Jayshadow that she attempted to meet with her attacks. What was left of her scruff was bloody, but the soreness was lost to her mania.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2016 0:33:03 GMT -5
--Silvernight was stopped from continuing her conversation by large noises coming eerily from nearly just outside the den. She waited a few heartbeats to see if it was a one time thing, or if it would continue. As relentless wailing began coming from the direction of the medicine cat's den, she could no longer ignore the happenings in good conscience. Apprehension prickling her pelt, she didn't even tell her conversational partner she would be leaving as she padded quietly toward the exit.
When her head peaked out, she immediately saw fighting. Some blood was splattered on the ground nearby, and the wailing continued from the medicine cat's den. Two of her fellow warriors were going after another, a cat she'd rarely paid much attention to. Frothy spit and more blood was coming from the rampaging she-cat's mouth, and blood was flowing from some of the cats involved in the fight. Her ears flattened and she let out a very loud, very angry hiss. The she-cat was obviously ill, but she had also obviously harmed a fellow warrior. She could tell that the two warriors that had already stepped in were not doing the best job at restraining her.
Silvernight reluctantly, but without hesitation, darted into the fray, doing her best to stay out of the way of the other fighting warriors. If the she-cat couldn't see, she couldn't hurt - Silvernight decided going for Redwhisper's eyes was the best strategy. And while the she-cat would likely be exiled after this, with blindness being certain death in such a harsh season, there was only so much worrying Silvernight could do about it before the needs of the Clan's - and her family's - safety outweighed the single vicious she-cat's only life.
--Moonkit looked at her adopted sister with wide eyes, scrabbling back slightly and pressing against Mousekit gently. She couldn't handle the thought of going out there - especially after seeing how many of the warriors were getting involved. "He's-" she began, her wheezing making the word sound like an inhaling cough, "not.. there. Not - not anywhere." She tried to calm herself by crouching slightly and covering her eyes with her paws, but it just made her lack of oxygen even worse. She began feeling very faint and tipped over on her side drowsily, her paws twitching slightly. "Don't go out," she pleaded, trying very hard to enunciate the words clearly.
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Post by Erιѕ Alvα on Aug 26, 2016 1:01:28 GMT -5
Rabbitstar began to try ushering his daughter away from the fighting. It wasn't the heartfelt reconnecting he was hoping for, but Whitedeer didn't appear to respond to emotion as his side pressed against hers anyway. He guided her into the warriors den gracefully. His head then whipped quickly around, looking for any elders, kits, queens, or other crazed warriors. When none were found, the leader's attention was returned to the rampage. Redwhisper was a good fighter because of her coldness, but this was not normal. Three--four cats was it--fighting her and she wasn't going down or growing tired? Claws began to unsheathe themselves. Enough.' Was she taking advantage of the clan's weakness? Both in temperature and... 'In leadership...'As he got a better look at the foaming monstrosity that was now the ruddy red she-cat, he realized she was plagued by something. His mouth parted to say something, but the snarls and gagging from Redwhisper silenced him. When the montage of her strange movements finally released him, he knew exactly what had to be done. Many were doubting him right now. Many blamed him for a death and rightfully so. 'And now they will blame me for another.' Rabbitstar's voice was an executioner's sword. "Kill her." |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2016 1:36:11 GMT -5
--Silvernight froze at the obvious suggestion - or command - uttered clearly by her leader. She hesitated only briefly before leaping toward Redwhisper, hoping to make contact with the she-cat before her tainted blows could land on Jayshadow. Unbeknownst to the Clan, Silvernight's paws were already ghostly stained by the blood she'd spilled of past cats. She only very vaguely regretted having to come to it in a usually peaceful setting, in a place she'd taught herself to call home. In contrast, her claws itched to fall back into such ways. A vicious growl ripped from her throat as her shoulder finally slammed into the rampaging cat, her paw dipping to swipe Redwhisper's own paws out from under her. Her logical side prayed that the other warriors would step in to help her, but the rest of her hoped she would be allowed to finish things on her own.
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Post by »snailspots on Aug 26, 2016 9:23:12 GMT -5
[[ OH JEEZ UM OKAY THIS IS HAPPENING.
Also sorry for being gone so long and leaving this unfinished for a bit, I'll come back in a few hours to write for Cloudripple and Ruby.
Yay okay back and fixed. I also edited Thunderfang's things to include his soulmate, Meadowlark. Because I keep forgetting that's a thing sorry. ]]
CLOUDRIPPLE // (Braveleaf, Firewhisker, Aquashine): Finally catching up to what seemed like a promising length, the she-cat jumped as far as she could, catching the rabbit in the extended claws of her left paw and then quickly landing on top of it. It squirmed and almost got away, but a quick, slightly shaking bite to the neck and a sharp twist was all it took. Cloudripple stood, holding the rabbit in her jaws. She had done it. She had some food for the clan. She was proud, looking for the others, when she started thinking about how skinny the rabbit was already. Leaf-bare had just started and already the rabbit was growing thin. She hoped maybe the others had some better luck with the plumpness of their catches. She saw Braveleaf behind her, so she started making her way back to the warrior to report her catch and wait for the others.
THUNDERFANG // (the camp fray, particularly Silvernight, Meadowlark, Redwhisper and Rabbitstar): Before he could respond to the she-cat's suddenly strange behavior of listening and looking confused, she got up and left the den. The tom was very bewildered as to her sudden movement, until he started hearing what she heard. Growling. A fight. He got up and followed her out of the den. He saw her bounding towards Redwhisper, and he could see that there was something visibly wrong with the warrior. Something that made him feel very anxious and super uneasy. "Silvernight, wait!" He yelled at the she-cat, running after her. Redwhisper looked very uneasy and super... ill, and he didn't want anything bad happening to Silvernight, especially her. Thinking of that, he also realized that Meadowlark was caught up in the events as well, and his urge to help grew even stronger, as he didn't want anything bad to happen to his soulmate. Hearing Rabbitstar's command, he faltered, stopping a fox-length away from Silvernight and the infected cat. When he saw the paws of Redwhisper being swept out from under her, he saw this as a chance to attack, and he ran over, hissed and dug his fangs into the warrior's neck, standing on top of her as though to disable her. He didn't want her moving. He didn't want the cat to hurt anybody else. Silvernight. Meadowlark. With his heart pounding wildly, he growled from deep within his chest, a warning that the ill warrior would probably not understand.
HAWKPAW // (the camp fray, particularly Highstone): Shocked by what was happening, moreso when Highstone got up and then furthermore when her brother came out to fight against Redwhisper, the she-cat let out a small yelp of surprise. She wanted to help, but she was terrified. Her body went still. She eyed the foam and blood oozing from in between she she-cat's fangs. The wild, bloodshot gaze. She couldn't find what to do.
RUBY // (Trinket): The black she-cat was a little timid at first, but leaned forward and took a small bite after sniffing a bit, thankful for her sharing not because she was hungry, but because that meant that the other cat wasn't to be hostile. When she finished, she said, "Oh, w-well I don't normally swim a-anyway. I don't r-really k-know how." She was a bit embarrassed to admit that, but she had never really needed to. She admired that the other cat could swim so well and find talent without fur, though.
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