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The Ancient One
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pumpkin pie
what if i fall? but my dear, what if you fly?
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Post by pumpkin pie on Feb 5, 2017 18:55:09 GMT -5
Tawneywhisker let out a low grumble as she tripped on a broken branch that had fallen during the storm the other day. Sometimes she was just so clumsy on her paws. It was a wonder that her clanmates actually found her a use and not a nuisance to the clan, or at least, if they did, they never said otherwise. She brushed the thought aside and continued on searching for prey. The patrol has decided to split up in hopes of finding prey faster, as the storm has destroyed most of the prey that had been left in the clan camp, but she wasn't having much luck. It was leaf bare after all and all the prey was hiding away.
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Post by _Shinx_ on Feb 5, 2017 19:52:10 GMT -5
Robinpaw sniffed at the air and caught the scent of mouse. She was surprised to have already found prey and she followed the scent, careful on where she placed her paws. The scent lead her toward Tawneywhisker's direction and she found the mouse scrambling between a fallen tree and a tangle of thorn bush tendrils. She reached her paw over and reached for the mouse, but instead got printed by thorns. Robinpaw made her way toward Tawneywhisker to see if she'd have any luck getting to the mouse. "H-hello." She mumbled, able to make out the word by the feeling of it. She'd been practicing on learning words by the vibrations they made when she spoke them, though it was embarrassing and awkward when she tried.
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#a8d1ff
The Ancient One
Name Colour
pumpkin pie
what if i fall? but my dear, what if you fly?
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Post by pumpkin pie on Feb 5, 2017 20:08:10 GMT -5
Tawneywhisker lifted her nose as the scent of mouse and Robinpaw flooded over her. She turned to see Robinpaw following after the mouse but then watched as the mouse ran through some thorns and Robinpaw back off. Tawneywhisker wished she had been closer or acted faster so that she could have prevented the mouse from getting into the tendrils, but it was too late now. She sighed and dipped her head to the apprentice. "It was a good try," She meowed. "It's lost now though. We can let it be and find other prey." She said a bit hopefully, though doubt flooded her. They had been on patrol a while and not one piece was caught yet. "Let's work backwards. There might be more prey where that mouse came from" She suggested.
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Post by _Shinx_ on Feb 5, 2017 20:26:51 GMT -5
Robbinpaw could identify a few words from the look of Tawnerywhisker's jaw movements and the vibrations under her pads. She was certain Tawneywhisker mewed 'good, lost, prey' and 'work.' She thought she understood the jist, but she couldn't be quite sure as she was deaf. "A-alright." She managed.
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#a8d1ff
The Ancient One
Name Colour
pumpkin pie
what if i fall? but my dear, what if you fly?
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Post by pumpkin pie on Feb 5, 2017 20:52:08 GMT -5
[ Hey Sweet! No clan in particular, although we could name it if we want to! And yes of course, feel free to jump in! ]
Tawneywhisker smiled. She could see how hard Robinpaw was trying to hunt. It must not have been easy. All the senses were equally important when hunting and losing one made it harder on the others. She let her tail rest on the apprentices back for a moment and motioned back to where she had come from and then lifted her nose to the air. The cold made it hard to scent but they had to bring something back to the clan. "You know what?" She said. "The river- we will head to the river." She wasn't much of a fisher but the fish would be dormant under the water and maybe easier to catch despite the cold.
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Post by _Shinx_ on Feb 5, 2017 21:06:06 GMT -5
Robbinpaw understood for the most part and began heading toward the river, matching her pace with Tawneywhisker. Fishing was easier as making noise wasn't as much of an issue with fish, it was more of making ripples in the water.
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sweetclover1
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Post by sweetclover1 on Feb 5, 2017 21:15:16 GMT -5
"This way?"
"Yeah, I saw cats this way!"
"Are you sure?"
"Flight, I'm hungry."
"Fliggghhht Snow stepped on my tail. Again. "
The commotion was coming from the clans side of the river, a small group of six cats making their way slowly, the largest, a pale brown tabby she cat with long legs, looking around suspiciously, a little nervous at the scents of so many cats. There was a small she kit on the back of her with fluffy, white fur with a light grey blaze on her nose, who had just been picked up after stepping on anothers tail..They had just escaped a rather rough group of rogues, and she had no intentions of getting her group anywhere near any cats like that again. A jet black tom followed her, along with a cream colored tom with blind blue eyes whom he was leading, a small grey tabby she cat on his shoulders. The most talkative one- a smaller tortoiseshell she cat that was mainly brown and black bounced next to the she cat, amber eyes wide with excitement, swearing she had seen cats, ready to talk to some other cats outside of her "family". Suddenly she heard a squeak of alarm, and someone yelping help, the small grey tabby kit had slipped off of her brothers shoulder and into the river.
"Dog-dung!" She hissed in panic, running as the kit headed downstream, towards the other cats.
(Characters:
Flight: Pale brown tabby she cat- 8 moons
Raven: Dark brown tom 8 moons
Berry: Blind cream colored tom 8 moons
Snow: White she kit with a blaze on her nose- 4 moons
Twist: Grey tabby she cat with long fluffy fur and a white underbelly (5 moons)
Skye- Dark brown tortoiseshell she cat 6 moons
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Post by _Shinx_ on Feb 5, 2017 21:20:52 GMT -5
Robbinpaw raised her head in alarm as she felt new vibrations, though they were dull. She scented the air and found faint traces of rouge scent in the air. She let out a soft growl, though it could have sounded distorted, she didn't quite know.
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#a8d1ff
The Ancient One
Name Colour
pumpkin pie
what if i fall? but my dear, what if you fly?
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Post by pumpkin pie on Feb 5, 2017 21:35:34 GMT -5
Tawneywhisker was thankful to see that Robinpaw was following along with her. She lifted her nose to the air as they walked, hoping to at least scent something along the way- but, no prey scent. Suddenly, she heard a growl from Robinpaw. She looked over to te apprentice who seemed to have scented something and lifted her own nose to the air. She narrowed her eyes. "Rogues." She lashed her tail and stood taller, looking in the direction of the scent.
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sweetclover1
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Post by sweetclover1 on Feb 5, 2017 21:40:39 GMT -5
"Twist!" Flight cried out, running through the undergrowth, ignoring the clear scent markers as she attempted to get a glimpse of her little "sister", the little grey kit barely visible as she bobbed down the river. She couldn't find a good way to get down into the current, the pale tabby panicking. She saw some cats out of her peripherals and didn't stop until she reached the bank, looking frantically through the rough currents and ice chunks. She spotted a small grey head popping out of the water, and she dove into the freezing cold, not knowing how to swim but frantically trying to paddle to her sister.
"Help! Someone help!" Skye cried out, following Flight as Raven tried to calm down the younger cats desperately.
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#a8d1ff
The Ancient One
Name Colour
pumpkin pie
what if i fall? but my dear, what if you fly?
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Post by pumpkin pie on Feb 5, 2017 21:46:29 GMT -5
The scent of rogue cats grew stronger as a gust of cold wind blew in her direction. With it, she heard frantic meows for help. Tawneywhisker perked her ears. The scents and sounds were coming from the other side of the river. She moved hastily, but cautious in the direction when she spotted the cats on the other side, though further downstream and one visibly in trouble, bobbing in the water. Her eyes widened. Rogue or not, that cat needed help. She ran quickly along the rivers edge until she was across from the other cats, eyes widened. "A stick!" She yelled. "If we can find a stick, we might be able to get her!"
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sweetclover1
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Post by sweetclover1 on Feb 5, 2017 21:51:40 GMT -5
(They are on the clans side of the river ^^)
Skye heard the strangers instructions, and look for a stick, and after a few moments she managed to find a soggy stick that was about a half a fox-length long. The mottled brown she cat grabbed the stick, dragging it over to the strange cat.
"Could this help?" She asked, amber eyes wide with fear. She wanted to help both Twist and Flight.
At this time Flight began to tire a little, not making much progress as she slowly paddled towards the little scrap of fur, Twist disappearing under the cold water and reappearing near an ice-chunk. The grey kit managed to attach herself to the ice, claws scrabbling on it and shivering on the cold, hanging on to it as it rolled over, dunking her into the water once again.
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#a8d1ff
The Ancient One
Name Colour
pumpkin pie
what if i fall? but my dear, what if you fly?
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Post by pumpkin pie on Feb 6, 2017 8:39:31 GMT -5
[ Oh whoops xD My bad lol ]
Tawneywhisker looked at the stick. A soggy stick wouldn't be the best choice, but as of right now, it was their best shot. They didn't have time to search for anything more. "It will have to do." She meowed hurriedly. Her eyes darted to the little kit in panic. She couldn't imagine the terror. She watched the other two cats as well. There were more cats it seemed in the water than out! "Try and see if you can reach them with it!" She meowed. "Just...don't fall in too." She cautioned. In the moment, it didn't matter that they were not clans cats nor the fact that they happened to be trespassing on her territory. StarClan would have wanted her to help them.
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Post by _Shinx_ on Feb 6, 2017 15:50:29 GMT -5
Robbinpaw was oblivious to their plan and stood at the waters edge, not noticing the whole stick ordeal. She wondered if she could reach the ice, but she doubted it. She was far from the worst swimmer in camp, rather, she didn't think she was very bad at all. Robbinpaw wondered if she would freeze if she got into water this cold, but a drenched kit on ice wouldn't last nearly as long as her and Twist looked tired already. The copper she-cat propelled her body forward into the deep river and pushed herself through the freezing, rugged water. She kept her head above the water with slight struggle and reached the ice that the kit had attached herself to. Her teeth met the grey tabby's wet scruff and she kept her head as high as she could to keep the kit from being submerged in water. Robbinpaw swam to the bank of the river and dug her claws into the frozen dirt. She set the kit on the stiff, mostly dry land before she began to pull her own body out of the water. The ground cracked away from under her claws and she plummeted back into the water, taking in a surprised gulp of water. She swam back toward the bank, but she felt the cold making her limbs weak. In the warmth of green-leaf, swimming this roving was relatively easy, but right not it was a different river all together. Her head broke the surface of the water and she brought in large gasps of air. Now, her body evened, she struggled against the water and brought herself back to the bank.
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sweetclover1
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Post by sweetclover1 on Feb 6, 2017 16:15:29 GMT -5
Skye nodded eagerly, but before she could do anything the smaller cat propelled herself into the water. The little tortoiseshells eyes widened as she watched the apprentice paddle confidently in the water, managing to grab Twist, who had somehow gotten to the top of the ice-chunk again, and dropped her off on the bank before she plummeted back into the water. Skye shot forward, trying to grab the she cat who had saved her sister but missing, so instead she yowled out,
"Flight! The other cat!" before licking Twist nervously, who hadn't moved whatsoever since she had been dropped out of the water, it didn't even look like she was breathing.
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Flight heard Skyes yowl, and she tried to look around, seeing a flash of fur paddle by her. Not able to speak, only opening her mouth once and getting a rather unpleasant rush of water in it, she bumped into the she cat, trying to propel her towards the bank, feeling tired already.
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Post by _Shinx_ on Feb 6, 2017 16:32:31 GMT -5
Robbinpaw felt Sky push her forward and the apprentice made it back to the bank. She pulled herself out of the water and shook out her fur, making sure she was a fox length away so she didn't spray the others. She was soaked to the bone and her entire body was shaking from the cold, fear and relief. She looked over, noting that the cat who'd helped her was still submerged in the river and the other cats were brining a wet stick to its edge. "A- k- camp." She mewed, her voice a bit distorted. She looked down at the unmoving camp and brought her up by the scruff once more, going to head to camp so the medicine cat could help the little kit. She didn't wait to see if there were any protests, her mind was groggy from the cold and she was certain the kit would die soon.
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sweetclover1
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Post by sweetclover1 on Feb 6, 2017 17:58:23 GMT -5
Flight grabbed on to the stick quickly as Skye leaped forward with it, and with the help of Raven, was able to pull the pale tabby out of the water. Flight collapsed to the ground, coughing out water before looking around, realizing that Twist wasn't there.
"T-Twist- where s she?" She gasped out, throat sore from the water.
Raven frowned, looking around and seeing the she cat who had saved her take her away. The black tom let out a hiss, and leapt forward, blocking the she-cats way, hackles rising at the apprentice.
"Where are you going with her?" He demanded.
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Post by _Shinx_ on Feb 6, 2017 18:08:49 GMT -5
Robbinpaw continued padding forward before a tom leapt in front of her with an angry expression and she noted he was speaking. She could guess well enough what he was saying, she wouldn't want a rouge stealing of the clan's kits either. The copper she-cat angled her ears in the direction of camp, her tail lashing with annoyance.
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Post by Fresh Sans Genderbend on Feb 6, 2017 19:12:48 GMT -5
(Could I jump in? This seems interesting)
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Post by _Shinx_ on Feb 6, 2017 19:52:12 GMT -5
(shadowbreeze, u don't need to ask to jump in, u just do it)
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Post by Tornadopelt on Feb 6, 2017 23:59:54 GMT -5
A slight rush of air signaled the arrival of a new cat as another black tom, this one with some grey-and-brown spots scatted throughout his fur, stopped in front of the group. "So, what's going on?" he meowed, green eyes flicking between each cat and getting a grasp on the situation.
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#a8d1ff
The Ancient One
Name Colour
pumpkin pie
what if i fall? but my dear, what if you fly?
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Post by pumpkin pie on Feb 7, 2017 8:21:01 GMT -5
Tawneypaw stood frozen as the the events unfolded before her. She should have jumped in and stopped Robinpaw from jumping into the water and she should have stopped Robinpaw from trying to take the kit away. She understood what Robinpaw was trying to do and it made sense. Was she wrong to save the kit? She had hadn't she? Was she wrong to try and bring her back to camp to make sure the kit was going to be ok? No, but it was clear that the other cats didn't realize her intentions. Things were different between the two groups and if she didn't step in now, she was afraid a fight would break out, a fight that none of them needed. She moved to Robinpaw's side and faced the other cats. She motioned for Robinpaw to stop. "She wants to take her back to camp, to help her." She tried to explain slowly. She wanted to make sure they understood their intentions were good. The fact that these cats were still intruding on their land didn't seem to matter at the moment. Her eyes remained locked on the rogues but for a single moment when she caught movement of another cat appearing and asking what was going on.
[Tornado, is your cat from the clan or an outside cat?]
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Post by _Shinx_ on Feb 7, 2017 15:47:09 GMT -5
Robbinpaw didn't understand why they were so hostile. It should be obvious that she was helping the kit. She'd just jumped into icy water, after all. She didn't know what they were saying and was a bit glad she didn't have to speak to the rouges herself. She set the kit down while she waited for the older cats to settle this and sat. The copper she-cat began to lick Twist's fur the wrong way to warm her up, remembering what her own mother had done for her when she was a kit.
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Post by Fresh Sans Genderbend on Feb 7, 2017 15:48:49 GMT -5
A brown pelted tabby she-cat perched in a tree heard the comotion. She looked down, spotting cats by the river. She decided to see how this played out.
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#a8d1ff
The Ancient One
Name Colour
pumpkin pie
what if i fall? but my dear, what if you fly?
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Post by pumpkin pie on Feb 7, 2017 15:58:08 GMT -5
[ Shadow, I'm gonna guess not a clan cat or are you rping a clan cat? Lol just so I can be clear xD ]
The scent of another cat floated in with the breeze but because of the cold, Tawneywhisker had a hard time distinguishing whether it was clan or not. She decided not to press on it though because of all the cats around as it was. It could have just been one of them already here. She watched as Robinpaw tried to warm the kit and waited for the rogues to say something. She desperately wanted to get back to camp and at this point, returning with no prey was the least of her worries.
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Post by Fresh Sans Genderbend on Feb 7, 2017 16:49:13 GMT -5
[shes not a clan cat : D)The brown she-cat continued to watch. She'd jump down from the tree when she was ready.
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sweetclover1
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Post by sweetclover1 on Feb 7, 2017 17:26:52 GMT -5
"Camp? What camp?" Raven asked suspiciously, narrowing his eyes at the older cat. It was taking all of his strength not to snatch Twist from these two and run away, but he didn't. She wasn't looking that good, and if they could help her... He knew that everyone would be willing to go if they could help out the little grey kit that still hadn't moved, only coughing up a small amount of water before going limp. Worry welled up in his chest as Berry let out an anxious call, sniffing Flight.
What are we going to do? We can't take care of two injured cats on our own. He thought, watching as Skye calmed down a crying Snow, who wanted to see her sister. Those two where the only ones out of the group that where actually related, and it broke his heart seeing how worried she was.
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Post by Fresh Sans Genderbend on Feb 7, 2017 17:31:44 GMT -5
The brown she-cat settled on her branch, getting comfortable. She watched as a cat gave a call, and as another cat cryed. She felt bad for the sad cats.
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