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Post by a diamond's pearl on Dec 22, 2016 21:18:57 GMT -5
⇹ Amber didn't want to straight out tell them what was going on in her mind, so she just gave the two something vague. "Oh, you know, just.. thinking." She looked up at Ginger. Despite how talkative and annoying she could be, Amber safely thought that she liked the young feminine. She was very kind and cheerful. Everything Amber wasn't. Rainpaw on the other paw... was okay.
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Post by Peanutella on Dec 22, 2016 21:22:58 GMT -5
Ginger smiled and padded on. She sniffed the air and took a large bound forward, clumsily falling over a twig. "I can smell the fresh water!" she huffed, getting up.
"There you are!" A gruff voice said from behind them. Jack took a few steps forward and knocked the rusty she-cat off her paws.
"Sorry Jack. I forgot to wake you up this morning again, didn't I?" Ginger asked. "I found some new cats!"
Jack turned. "Hi, my name is Jack. This is the kid I 'adopted'. My sister made me."
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Post by Sootfeather on Dec 22, 2016 21:39:33 GMT -5
(Do you think it would be a good idea to pretend that Redpaw, Plumfeather, and Stormstrike are already at the lake right now?)
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Post by a diamond's pearl on Dec 22, 2016 21:40:04 GMT -5
(Sure, its fine with me)
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Post by Peanutella on Dec 22, 2016 21:51:55 GMT -5
(Yeah It's cool.)
Ginger batted at Jack's tail and pawed at his missing ear. Jack swung at her face, missing purposely. "Lake?" he asked Ginger.
"Yeah. I figured it'd be good..." Ginger said.
"I haven't seen any prey around here. Pray it's better at the lake." Jack responded, taking the lead and padding on to the lake.
"He's a nice guy. Once beat down the titanium barriers." Ginger said to Rainpaw.
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Post by a diamond's pearl on Dec 22, 2016 21:58:09 GMT -5
⇹ Amber happened to be way behind the group, not trusting any of this. It could really be a trap this time for all she knew. She kept her distance as they began to continue on their journey. Amber wasn't a clancat, but she was still just as cautious as one.
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Post by Peanutella on Dec 22, 2016 22:05:48 GMT -5
Jack stopped. "Stay put." he growled, casting a sharp glance at Ginger. She smiled angel like and asked, "Why would I ever disobey you?"
Jack rolled his eyes and bounded forward. Ginger then spoke up. "We really are about 100 paces from the lake. Jack always goes ahead to patrol for badgers and fox. He says that he wants to lose his other ear to complete the look."
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Post by Dawnmoss on Dec 23, 2016 9:55:47 GMT -5
(Hi! I posted my characters on the joining page!)
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Post by Peanutella on Dec 23, 2016 10:00:51 GMT -5
(I won't be on today. Early Christmas with grandparents at there wifi'less house.)
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Post by a diamond's pearl on Dec 23, 2016 13:36:25 GMT -5
⇹ Amber shouldered her way between Rainpaw and Ginger. "Why've we stopped?" She demanded. This was why she preferred to travel alone. "We're never gonna get anywhere stopping liking this." She scowled, padding along down the path after Jack. Who'd this tom think he was? Ordering her around like that of all the cats. If anything, she should be the one in charge. Rainpaw's attitude will never go away if we're just waiting here to make sure everything is sunshine and rainbows. Stupid tom.
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Post by Dawnmoss on Dec 23, 2016 15:57:59 GMT -5
(Sooo how can I jump in?)
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Post by a diamond's pearl on Dec 23, 2016 16:08:41 GMT -5
(You could say one of your characters were already by the lake. Like they were washed away there or they traveled there.)
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Post by Peanutella on Dec 23, 2016 21:04:05 GMT -5
Jack returned shortly. "Badger scent was stale. Be on the look out. " he said before walking back to the lake.
"We can go now." Ginger said, bounding forward and tackling Jack, pushing him into the water. He gave her an annoyed look, but shoved her face first into the water as payback. She surfaced, and looked around. "Who's that?" She asked, pointing to Stormstrike and Plumfeather.
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Post by Dawnmoss on Dec 24, 2016 14:36:08 GMT -5
Zenithwing;
Step. Step. Step. One paw in front of the other. Keep calm. Keep breathing. In. Out. In. Out. Don't panic. Don't despair. Whatever you do, keep hoping. Keep going on.
The mantra had followed Zenithwing ever since she took off from OakClan camp and towards the lake. It had been the only thing she really focused on; the only thing she could focus on. She was living in the now. Get up. Get out of camp. Head towards the lake. Search for survivors. Hope that you aren't alone. After all, it was best to focus on what she was doing and planning her next move than focus on the absolute chaos she witnessed in the camp.
Oh, StarClan, the Clan. A knot formed in her throat. When she'd woken up, in was to the camp in shambles. Trees knocked down, dens destroyed, and her clanmates... Most lay dead, their bodies littering the ground, small and helpless against the jaws of death. Some were a gruesome sight to behold. It turns out that having a tree falling on you can cause massive damage. Everyone was dead. Even their leader. Even the apprentices. Even the kits.
She'd been sick at the sight of it all. Now, even remembering it, she felt her stomach churning and hot bile rise up in her throat. She clenched her jaws and held it down, pushed the memories back. She needed to get to the lake as quick as she could. Maybe she'd find something there. Shelter, food, solace, anything. Other cats, she was hoping. She couldn't stand the thought of everyone dead. Even if they were from another Clan.
Oh, OakClan. All her life she'd worked so hard for her Clan, to keep them safe. She'd trained so hard, fought so hard, hunted so much, pushed herself beyond her limits for the good of the Clan. Was it all really supposed to end like this? Despair gripped her heart.
Zenithwing peered ahead. She could see the shore of the lake. That was quick. She thought she'd take longer in getting there. Didn't matter. She'd go to the shore, take a moment to rest and collect her thoughts. She'd wait, of course, in case if anyone got there. Maybe some of her Clanmates survived. Maybe they were heading towards the lake. Maybe they were there right now.
Hope. She had to keep on hoping. She couldn't - wouldn't - fall into despair right now. There was always a next. She would make sure there was a next.
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Post by Sootfeather on Dec 24, 2016 15:34:31 GMT -5
- Redpaw -
Redpaw took a deep breath. He lowered his still pounding head to the surface of the water, taking a drink before he washed the scrape that covered a large part of his face. The ground must have been rocky to have scraped him, although now it looked more like almost dry blood that was clinging to his fur. It clearly was't deep and seemed to already be healing, and he was lucky not to have gotten worse injuries, even if he still couldn't move the leg that had be hit by the tree very well.
His ears pricked up. He swore he heard something. Or maybe it was just his headache, but he lifted his head either way. Redpaw looked around the area, peering over Plumfeather and Stormstrike, and then down the shore. Were those catlike shapes he spotted? He kept silent, his gaze not moving from that direction.
(Hello! I'll just put this here )
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Post by a diamond's pearl on Dec 26, 2016 0:38:33 GMT -5
Plumfeather sat along the edge of the lake. Water rhythmically lapping over her furry paws. The feminine carefully washed the dried blood away from her foreleg. Letting out a small sigh at the soothing coldness that seeped through her leg. The medicine cat apprentice had already collected the herbs she'd need to help cure the three of them in all. Now all they had to do was clean and apply.
When all the blood had been washed away, Plumfeather leaned down to lick it clean for herself. As she groomed her green gaze wandered over to Redpaw who had seemed to see... something.
"Are you okay? Need any help with that wound of yours?" She queried, tilting her head to the side. She knew Redpaw had a nasty wound on the back of his head. Perhaps the young tom couldn't reach it. And what does he see? Thoughtfully, Plumfeather turned her head to the direction in which the young CopseClan apprentice was staring.
Her hopes immediately seemed to rise at what she saw. "Cats! We aren't the only ones! Thank StarClan."
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Post by Peanutella on Dec 26, 2016 0:42:45 GMT -5
(Merry Christmas everyone!)
Jack's gaze held steady on the other group of cats. He cursed under his breath and padded forward to Plumfeather, Stormstrike, and Redpaw. "Who's the newbie?" he asked, "I brought a few of the other... 'Survivors.'" he said, a sharp tone on the word, survivor. He never really experienced it, neither did Ginger, so he didn't consider themselves survivors.
Ginger bounded forward to Jack. "Hi!" she chirped. Jack shot an ice-like glance at her, and she shied away a little bit.
Stormstrike's gaze wandered over towards the fence line. She scanned the field and saw another figure. Is that who I think it is? She asked herself, getting up and padding away slowly. Please let it be another OakClan cat.
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Post by Sootfeather on Dec 26, 2016 4:13:15 GMT -5
- Redpaw -
Redpaw subconsciously backed up. He had never met or seen these cats before, and honestly, they were a bit intimidating, especially with that torn ear on one of them. Then again, Redpaw wasn't good with any new cat, loner or not. He hesitantly opened his mouth to speak, deciding that this was the day he would speak up and maybe introduce himself, but all that came out was a quiet "H-h.. I-I-I umm... They, ummm.... S-suvivo-rs.?.. H-h-i-lo.. I-I-m umm,.." He paused, as if he was trying to form his thoughts into sentences, but came to a blank and instead let out a quick "Sorry," for wasting these cat's time. Redpaw seemed to shrink behind Plumfeather, silently cursing himself.
Redpaw peered behind the loners, and seemed to light up as his eyes caught a familiar sight. "I-is that Rainpaw..?" he said absentmindedly to himself. Or did he? He was speaking barely loud enough to be heard, but with excitement and relief.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Dec 26, 2016 9:24:52 GMT -5
Rainpwa had still been hiding behind Ginger, unsure around all these new cats, when her ears perked up about there being a newbie. The black and white she cat peered around Ginger, seeing a familiar shape. "Redpaw!" Rainpaw squealed, shooting forward, stumbling on her own bad leg, past the other cats, and pressing against her denmate, relieved for a familiar face. "I thought you where dead, or hurt, or something," She exclaimed, backing away slightly to study her friend, noting the scrape on his face.
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Post by Dawnmoss on Dec 26, 2016 11:09:55 GMT -5
Zenithwing;
Zenithwing had been so occupied with thoughts of overcoming her grief and despair than she'd nearly missed the shapes close to the edge of the lake. Without even thinking twice, she made a beeline towards them. Cats! Thoughts of her clan's destruction fluttered away, replaced with hope. Would some of her clanmates be there? Who had survived? She hadn't taken the time to see who was dead and who was alive, after all. No, she had run away in a blind panic.
As she got nearer, however, hopes that she'd see one of her clanmates slowly diminished. She found that she didn't recognize many of the faces. Some she was pretty sure she'd never seen at all. She could recognize Plumfeather, and two young cats, though she could not recall their names. No sign of any of her clanmates, however. Her hopes began to fall.
Then, she spotted a familiar gray figure. She felt her heart flutter to her neck, and she could not stifle the relief in her voice. "Stormstrike?"
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Post by Peanutella on Dec 26, 2016 14:19:19 GMT -5
"Zenithwing!" Stormstrike called. She trotted over, careful not to hut herself or Zenithwing, if she had been injured. When she reached the second she-cat, she looked her over. "Did anyone else survive? From the camp?" she asked, remembering that Zenithwing had been in the camp at the time. Her ears pushed forward in interest. "And are you hurt?" she asked, tail twitching.
Ginger bounced forward with Rainpaw. "Hi, I'm Ginger!" She said to Redpaw. "What's your name?" she asked, not taking notice of anybody's injuries.
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Post by a diamond's pearl on Dec 27, 2016 1:43:19 GMT -5
Plumfeather's green eyes ricocheted from cat to cat in desperate hopes that one of them was from PeakClan. The gray-and white feminine let out a small sigh when she could pick up no familiar scents. And she couldn't help feeling a bit jealous. Everyone else was reunited with their clanmates, all except for her. Was she the only surviving PeakClan cat? Or were there others out there, waiting to be saved. There was no point in hoping. Her territory was too far out. And plus, she couldn't turn her back on the cats that were already there. Majority of them were injured, including herself. And they won't be able to push onward without a medicine cat to help them out.
Clearing her throat, Plumfeather limped over to a smooth rock, half of it buried into the ground, but the feminine easily clawed her way to the top, making herself seen to all the cats. "Attention everyone, Clan cats and loners..." Her voice faltered for a second. What was she doing? Medicine cats didn't make announcements! This isn't the Clan. Right now, we all need each other. She reminded herself, summoning up all her courage. "We need to make a plan on where we're going and when we plan on leaving. We can't stay in this territory forever no matter... no matter how much we'll miss it. But before we go anywhere or do anything we must clean ourselves up. How many of you suffered sever wounds during the storm?"
Plumfeather knew good and well who suffered wounds, and who didn't. She just wanted to make sure so she could know how man cats she would be dealing with here.
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Post by Sootfeather on Dec 27, 2016 20:24:54 GMT -5
- Redpaw -
Redpaw stiffened slightly at the touch, almost flinching before softly purring. "I-I think I'm okay... I'm just.. Glad you're alive," he said quietly, sounding relived that someone from his clan was still breathing. What about the clan cats that didn't have anyone from their clan knowingly alive and well? He was lucky to have someone. This whole felt like this was some kind of bad dream. Like this hadn't happened, and that he would wake up and everything would be fine. But this was real.
He noticed that Rainpaw had been stumbling over her leg. "Are you hurt..?" he asked, questions buzzing in his head. How had she survived? Had she seen anyone else from CopseClan? His thoughts were interrupted by a cat, who stated that their name was Ginger. "G-Ginger's a nice n-name. I'm umm... I.. My name is.. R-redpaw," He stammered shyly.
His ears turned to Plumfeather, who had started an announcement. Severe wounds? Well, his head still hurt and he felt dizzy, but plenty of other cats probably suffered from worse injuries than him, so he stayed quiet. As he waited for someone else to speak, his thoughts fell his clanmates again. What if more of them were alive? Perhaps they should search each clan's territory for survivors? But he was an apprentice, maybe he should leave the planning to the older cats.
(Sorry this post is kinda bad ^^)
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Post by Dawnmoss on Dec 28, 2016 0:18:06 GMT -5
Zenithwing;
Zenithwing usually carried herself as a stoic, a serious kind of cat. Her expressions were usually neutral, and she usually socialized in a business manner. Polite, approachable, friendly, even, but always neutral.
That, of course, went out the window as she saw her clanmate safe and seemingly unharmed. She had never really talked to Stormstrike much, didn't even know her all that well, but she was absolutely brimming with relief and joy to see her here, alive.
"I am just fine," Zenithwing said as an answer to Stormstrike's question. "I managed to go unscathed, thank StarClan. How about you? Are you hurt?" Her attention flitted briefly back to Plumfeather as she made her announcement. Zenithwing wasn't hurt at all, though how she managed to escape injury, only StarClan knew. She turned her attention back to her clanmate, ready to call Plumfeather if there was any need for it.
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Masaki;
As much as he loved nature, the world and everything in it, as much as he liked to romanticize it and mostly thought of nothing but the hidden beauty of everything, Masaki was not naive. He was very well aware of the many horrible things that happened in the world. Real life was not a wonderful, pink coated fantasy, where everything was happy and no one suffered. He knew that very well.
But never in his life did he think he'd live through such a terrible earthquake. Really, he'd been knocked out for most of it, after he'd clumsily gotten a paw tangled in a rabbit hole and promptly knocked himself out with the ground. He was lucky that no trees fell on him, otherwise he'd doubted he'd be alive. The thought sent a chill down his furry spine. The destruction left was massive, trees knocked over, the bodies of dead animals littering the floor. If he hadn't been so horrified by it all, he would have thought that as a chance to have a free meal. Plus, when he woke up, he was thirsty more than anything, and with his caught paw throbbing in pain, so any thoughts of hunger were promptly driven away.
Masaki was currently making his sluggish trek down to the lake, where he'd be able to get a good gulp of water and hopefully a place to rest and figure out what to do with his hurting paw. He was sure it was at sprained. Putting any weight on it caused excruciating pain, and it was beginning to swell. A lot. He kept it tucked close to his chest, panting with the struggle of walking on three legs. He had no idea how he'd solve this. He'd never sprained a paw, or deal with someone who had a sprained paw. He barely dealt with cats, period.
As he got closer to the lake, he began to see cat-shaped figures. Close. Very close. Close enough that he could almost make out their faces. Too close for comfort. All at once, he froze. Cats. Other cats. New cats. Cats he didn't know. Mean cats? He didn't know. Clan cats? Almost surely. Oh no. They'd see him. He'd be chased out. Or worse, maybe they'd hurt him. Oh no oh no oh no.
But wait, maybe they didn't see him. Oh, but surely they'd scent him. Or maybe not, maybe- nope, the wind blew in their direction, blowing his scent towards them. Oh no. What could he do? Panic made him freeze on the spot. He didn't move. He couldn't move. He wanted to run, but it was as if he'd suddenly grown roots and dug them deep into the ground.
What to do, what to do?
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Post by Peanutella on Dec 28, 2016 1:20:30 GMT -5
"I'm not hurt," Stormstrike replied happily. "I'm just happy that one of us is still alive." She added, turning to Plumfeather.
(Sorry for short reply.. Busy lately(
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