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Post by Feathertalon on Apr 12, 2017 10:13:38 GMT -5
While Icetail himself was injured, he knew he wasn't half as bad as Gingerear. He had a few scratches along his flanks and face, but while he was experiencing mild bleeding, Gingerear seemed to be experiencing horrendous pain. There was an odd look to one of her hind legs, and Icetail was convinced that she had broken it. The elite could only imagine how much pain the she-cat was in; she would be out of commission for longer than Amberstep. There was even the possibility that her leg would never heal right. Icetail remembered a warrior that had broken his leg many seasons back. Icetail had only been a kit, but the poor tom, Buzzardfur, had never healed properly. His warrior career had been ended because of a broken leg that never healed. Would Gingerear end up like that? Icetail silently hoped not - the she-cat was a valuable protector. "Don't push yourself. If you can't handle holding prey, then don't." After making himself clear, Icetail slowly pulled away from the she-cat. He hared forward, grabbing some of Gingerear's kills and running back over to drop it down in front of her. He then took off again, grabbing the two fish he had caught. With the prey gathered up, the white tom padded back to Gingerear. "Ready?" He asked in-between the fish in his jaws. |
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Post by Rushingwolf on Apr 12, 2017 10:38:53 GMT -5
Gingerear flattened her ears to her head once more, gritting her teeth at the pain of her leg. It was almost numb in pain, but even the slightest pressure on it was nearly unbearable. The thought of her leg healing improperly hadn't even crossed her mind- and she didn't want it to. In her opinion, she was better off dead than sitting in the elder's den from having to retire early.
"I'm fine." She growled once more, lashing her tail. It was her legs that were messed up, not her mouth. Couldn't the tom see that? When he pulled away, she dug her claws into the ground to steady herself, only releasing once more when the prey was dropped in front of her. Nodding, she grabbed the available pieces and did her best to hobble forward, wincing with every step as her worse-off handle dragged behind her.
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Post by ᴊᴀʏғʀᴏsᴛ on Apr 12, 2017 10:41:37 GMT -5
(Can I have Nightstorm stumbling upon Icetail and Gingerear on his lone stroll?)
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Post by Rushingwolf on Apr 12, 2017 10:42:42 GMT -5
[ I'd be okay with it^^ ]
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Post by ᴊᴀʏғʀᴏsᴛ on Apr 12, 2017 11:02:31 GMT -5
Nightstorm found himself wandering about the outskirts of camp after deciding that he could use a hunt- yes, by himself. He had caught a small squirrel earlier and had buried the catch beside the riverbank. Quietly he strolled along the forest floor, ears perked for any sign of prey. What he didn't expect when he began to sniff the air was the stench of a fox.
It's faint. The scarred protector judged his surroundings carefully as he moved along slowly. He remained calm and collected, yet alert. Under the canopy of the towering trees, he was like a creeping black shadow with amber eyes that seemed to glow with a silent ferocity. Heading northward, Nightstorm braced himself as the stench got stronger.
He was ready to unsheathe his claws in a split second if he had to.
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Post by Feathertalon on Apr 12, 2017 12:36:26 GMT -5
A low growl slipped from Icetail. He wasn’t angry at the she-cat, no, he was annoyed. Annoyance and anger were two different things for him - if he was angry then it was all over for whoever crossed the line. Annoyance was just his usual state of being around others. ”Try saying that to one of the healers when we get back,” he retorted hotly. ”You’re worse than Amberstep was.” At least the ginger she-cat could stumble back to camp; Gingerear looked like she wouldn’t be able to do that on her own, not with the way her leg was acting and how she was reacting back. With his fish now in his maw, Icetail began to hobble onward beside Gingerear. His own wounds were stinging with every step he took, but he managed to forget about most of it. What was important right now was getting the prey and Gingerear back to camp. Icetail didn’t plan on stopping at all, not until a strong scent slapped him in the face. The tom paused in his steps. He angled his ears, dropping the fish momentarily to draw in a deep breath. GroundClan. Had another cat on patrol heard or scented them? The fox was long gone, but any help to get back to camp was appreciated. The scent flowed over the elite once more, allowing him to figure out who the scent belonged to. ”Nightstorm?” Icetail called out, looking around for any signs of the scarred tomcat. |
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Post by Rushingwolf on Apr 12, 2017 12:50:38 GMT -5
Gingerear muttered something under her breath when Icetail spoke, amber eyes narrowed in pain and annoyance. This fiasco could have been avoided. Not necessarily the fox, but allowing herself to get so injured. The clan was already down an elite-an important one at that-and now they would be down a protector. The clan was prosperous, but that didn't mean it was okay. "Sorry for this.." She grumbled, looking over at the white tom next to her as she hobbled along next to him. She wasn't sorry for the attack, but for the fact that she had gotten injured. Now all of the attention was going to be on her when Icetail had deep wounds as well.
The scent of Nightstorm wafted in Gingerear's nostrils. The she-cat stopped and looked around. Like Icetail, the she-cat knew that any help was appreciated. "Icetail shouldn't have to be carrying me like this.." She thought, lashing her tail once more. Hopefully the other cat would join in and help.
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Post by ᴊᴀʏғʀᴏsᴛ on Apr 12, 2017 12:57:55 GMT -5
A familiar scent hit Nightstorm, causing him to stop in his tracks. GroundClan? It was relatively fresh as compared to the fox's, but it was mixed with the smell of blood. Slightly alarmed at combination of both scents, the unwavering tom frowned and continued his search. Someone is in danger. Feeling a sudden sense of urgency, he broke into a run.
"Nightstorm?"
Icetail's call was the confirmation Nightstorm needed to veer and charge into the nearby bushes. Emerging, he spotted the figures of Icetail and Gingerear in the distance. The urgency that he felt earlier on dissipated as he approached them, ready to ask them about the fox. "I picked up the scent of a fox," he began, but stopped short when he got closer and saw the wounds on both cats.
Eyes wide at the gravity of the situation, he remained still for a few moments. "W-what happened?"
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Post by ᴊᴀʏғʀᴏsᴛ on Apr 12, 2017 13:00:23 GMT -5
(Aight I'm going to bed now. I don't want to freeze the rp for ya'll so you guys can roleplay Nightstorm helping them back. I'll be on in about 10-11 hours. Goodnighttt.)
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Post by Rushingwolf on Apr 12, 2017 13:03:24 GMT -5
[ goodnight ^^ ]
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Post by ｅｋａ on Apr 12, 2017 16:36:57 GMT -5
i'm really sorry about poofing!! my classes have decided to pile on the biggest parts of some projects right now.
i'll reply with amberstep to honeyteller today, and ospreypaw is still sleeping.
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Post by Feathertalon on Apr 12, 2017 19:24:47 GMT -5
A long and drawn out huff escaped Icetail. ”Attacks happen, but please, be more careful. You could have gotten yourself killed.” Icetail had never been all that close to Gingerear, not like his sister was. They had trained together, grown up together, lived together, but the two had never been super friendly. Even still Icetail was concerned for Gingerear’s well-being. She was an important protector whether or not she wanted to think that. Even with the Clan prospering at this time, the lose of a cat would be devastating. The familiar dark gray pelt of Nightstorm brought a fresh wave of relief over Icetail. The white-furred elite let out a sigh right before calling the other tomcat over, ”The fox is gone. We chased it off. Gingerear, though, she’s hurt. Badly.” Icetail glanced to the she-cat with a sharp gaze. It was a look that said it all - if she tried to contradict him he would have something sharp to say in return. ”Do you think you can help us carry some prey back? We had to leave a couple birds back in the clearing.” With his plumy tail the elite motioned behind them. They hadn’t walked too far from the clearing, so if the fox had returned all three cats would certainly know. |
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Post by Rushingwolf on Apr 12, 2017 20:04:20 GMT -5
Gingerear flattened her ears in response to Icetail and nodded. "I thought I could slip under it quick enough." She muttered. Speed and agility had never been the she-cat's strong suit. She had a very bulky and muscular build, almost more like a tom than a she-cat. It was so,etching she had to deal with, but it had always aided her in fighting until now. The white she-cat had never he am injury quite so serious, and wasn't sure how to react.
When Nightstorm appeared, Gingerear gave the tom a pained smile. Normally she was more civil, but with her current state, pain was beginning to take over and make her crabby. She would apologize later. She'd have to, there was no excuse for such rude behavior. When Icetail spoke, Gingerear opened her maw to protest, but clamped it shut quickly when she saw the tom's look. There was no use in arguing. Huffing, she looked back at Nightstorm. "This fox is gone, so if you could grab the last two pieces it would be greatly appreciated." Her words were forced, but true. Gingerear was finding it hard to hold conversation with the immense pain in her leg. As much as she hated to acknowledge her weakness, she was ready to get back to camp.
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Post by ｅｋａ on Apr 12, 2017 20:25:13 GMT -5
“I’m not a kit,” Amberstep grumbled softly, but let Honeyteller lead her back into the camp. “At least let me stay outside of the healer’s camp during the day. It’s stuffy and horrible.” There was no doubt that she would not bend for any cat but Honeyteller for any reason. She was a firm she-cat, strong and believing in the Givers and her leader. Any word, and Amberstep would follow. It was silly to think that it could ever be otherwise. Her life was for the Clan, her blood was for the Clan, and Honeyteller embodied the Clan. She was also a splendid conversationalist, and one of the few cats that Amberstep would trust with her life.
She hissed when Ospreypaw rushed up to her, making the poor tom cower for a bit before brushing cobwebs onto any wounds that were open. Amberstep’s heart melted when he softly explained why and went to shiver near Sagepaw, his fragile heart broadcasting wide. “Poor kitten,” she mumbled, less panicked and aggressive now as she limped with Honeyteller. “Can we go and sit with the sun, Honeyteller?”
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Post by ᴊᴀʏғʀᴏsᴛ on Apr 13, 2017 5:38:02 GMT -5
Nodding, Nightstorm bent over and picked up the two pieces of fresh-kill. "We should hurry back to camp," he told the duo, his deep voice muffled by the prey in his jaws. "Your wounds look very serious."
Without delay, Nightstorm led the way southward, in the direction of camp. While ensuring that the injured cats were keeping up, he kept silent and focused, ears perked for any other potential signs of danger. He had to stop himself from frowning- first it was Sagepaw and Amberstep, now Icetail and Gingerear. How many foxes were there, hiding in the shadows of the forest, laying in wait to ambush GroundClan cats? We can't risk more injuries. We have to handle this matter seriously.
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After sorting out the herbs, Breezepaw gave his messy fur a few licks and looked around the camp for his mentor, Willowbird. He wanted to gather more herbs that were running out. It was a duty he took seriously, especially with the recent fox attack. The healer tenderpaw had been spending the days watching the healers hard at work, treating Sagepaw and Amberstep. He admired their competency at the craft, and decided that he would waste no time to train hard to become like them.
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Post by Amber on Apr 13, 2017 9:29:07 GMT -5
Darkpaw tilted her head, eying Sagepaw up and down in a calculating manner. "Well, excuse you! I, of course, would have to be the omen teller!" With a teasing smile, she swatted Sagepaw lightly on the shoulder. Thinking to herself for a moment or so, she finally responded. "You would be....Sageleap!" Turning to her litter-mate, she frowned at him. As if knowing what her brother was thinking, she responded haughtily. "Sageleap and I can take care of ourselves. We do not need any cat! In fact, our clan will flourish so well, we will need two omen-tellers! Darkteller, and Sageteller!" She nodded to herself, crouching down in the shadows.
"Well, where is he, then? Look!" She pointed with her tail in the direction of the healer's den. "Leafbriar is up, and she knows you are not in there. She will sound the alarm soon enough." She concluded, watching as the tabby she-cat slipped out of the den and glanced around. "Someone needs to wake that lazy paw up. We need him. I can go and get him if you want, while you two," she glanced pointedly at Ravepaw, "start going."
Ravenpaw sighed, leisurely resting his head against the ground, stretching out his limbs. "Oh, please Sagepaw." He grunted, rolling over until he was in a standing position. "You know this is stupid. They will delay your status as a protector." He paused, before continuing. "You are, by far, more annoying than Darkpaw has ever been. And that is saying something." He glared at her, daring her to add in a jibe. Nonetheless, he turned around and slowly started to pad towards the secret entrance, pausing to glance behind him. "Well?" He growled.
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Post by Feathertalon on Apr 13, 2017 12:13:36 GMT -5
Gingerear’s comment was a reasonable one, but that didn’t make up for the fact that she had been terribly injured; however, that was the life of a protector, the life of a Clan cat. Who wouldn’t want to show their loyalty and strength in battle? Gingerear especially was a proficient fighter. Unlike himself the she-cat was sturdy and muscular. She had the build of a fighter whereas Icetail had the build of a hunter. ”Seems as if you weren’t quick enough,” he mumbled out the obvious. Nightstorm appearing was a blessing Icetail was relieved about. He nodded to the dark-furred tabby. ”Your help is appreciated.” He waited long enough for Nightstorm to retrieve the rest of the prey before he nudged the she-cat leaning against him. ”Here we go.” His words were hushed as he spoke to the she-cat. Without a moment’s hesitation he started to hobble on forward, prey back in his jaws as he picked it up. He then glanced up to eye Nightstorm. Doing all he could to ignore his own pain, Icetail dipped his head to the other tom, silently telling him to head on. With that the injured tom, helping the injured she-cat, followed Nightstorm back to camp.
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Honeyteller found herself nudging Amberstep ever so lightly. ”I know you’re not,” she murmured softly before responding to the elite’s next comment. ”Alright, I can allow that, but if one of the healers wants you back in the den, you do as they say. They want you to heal as fast as possible.” Perhaps it was because Honeyteller had never trained as a protector, or even a healer at that matter, but she didn’t see why the healers’ den was like a prison to some. But she knew Amberstep, and knew her well. The heavily scarred protector would never want to be cooped up. The sight of Ospreypaw running over somewhat surprised Honeyteller - she hadn’t expected the little brown tom to run over. After calming down from the initial surprise of Ospreypaw, Honeyteller subconsciously pressed against Amberstep as if to comfort her. The omen-teller could only imagine how hard it was for Amberstep to be in such a state as she was. ”Of course we can,” she mewed softly, smiling at her friend. With gentle steps she guided the other she-cat to the exit of the camp. They wouldn’t be far if any of the healers needed to check on the elite - they would simply be sitting right outside the camp’s exit. Halfway to the exit of camp Honeyteller abruptly stopped, a light-headed feeling washing over her. The feeling was all too recognizable for the she-cat. This was something she had been dealing with her entire life, but that didn’t make it any easier. From the sudden onslaught of it, Honeyteller found herself falling down onto her haunches. Her body went rigid and her fur bristled. Before she knew it the camp around her was gone. Amberstep was no longer there. Instead she was sitting alone, grass and wind all around her. Everything was silent. At first there was peace, the simple sound of the wind in the grass. Then there was a deep snarling. Honeyteller felt her blood turn to ice. The snarling grew louder and louder, more and more creatures accompanying the first. They were slinking in the shadows, black-furred and misty. Foxes! Honeyteller thought, alarmed. Just when she thought it was all over another shadow slipped forward, this time it looking directly into her eyes, but this shadow was different. Still a fox-esque creature, the snarling animal was as white as snow. Painted against the gray and black of shadow, the white fox was unmistakable. Frozen to the ground as if encased in ice, Honeyteller couldn’t move. The white fox prowled forward and then, with a guttural shriek, lunged forward, jaws snapping for her neck. Then everything faded to nothing. Honeyteller gasped as if breaching the water after almost drowning. Her vision soon cleared, but her heart was racing and she felt stiff and cold. Shivering she found Amberstep still beside her. At least she could take comfort in that.
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Sagepaw felt her jaws gap open when Darkpaw mentioned that she would have to be the omen-teller. ”No fair! We wouldn’t have a Clan without me!” She protested only to fall short in any other words she might have said as Darkpaw swatted her playfully. She huffed, silently resigning to her fate. For now. ”Sageteller sounds better than Sageleap… I’ll make it to omen-teller one day!” She exclaimed with a puff out of her chest. If she couldn’t be omen-teller now, which she still felt like she should be, she would certainly make it to that rank one day. And apparently that day was coming already.
The ginger she-cat looked up at her friend with a proud smirk on her visage. ”Yeah! Darkteller and Sageteller, the first conjoined omen-tellers of PeakClan!” The ginger tabby leaned forward and nudged her friend as a purr rippled against her throat. In her excitement it was like her injures were non-existent. She was too excited to be in pain. Speaking of pain...that made Sagepaw think of the healers. Ospreypaw was training to be a healer. As Darkpaw went on about Leafbriar being up, Sagepaw huffed. ”We better get going. Ospreypaw will know where to go.” With that the tenderpaw slipped out of camp, gesturing silently for her two companions to follow along. ”Alright,” Sagepaw mewed. ”Be careful. Don’t let Leafbriar hear what’s happening.” If just one cat like Leafbriar heard then their plan would be all over before it could even begin. Now that it was just really her and Ravenpaw, Sagepaw turned to face the tomcat. She rolled her eyes, annoyed that he was still being so dull about this. He should be excited! ”It won’t delay anything. We’ll be seen as brave adventurers fit to be a part of any Clan that’s out there. How many cats go up to the mountains and survive? Not many. Not when they go far up.” Why couldn’t Ravenpaw see the fun and adventure in this? Amber eyes now narrowed, she looked directly into the tom’s own gaze. ”You’re a tick, Ravenpaw, always sucking the fun out of things. I’ll have to get Ospreypaw to drown you in mouse-bile, don’t let me forget that.” With a flick of her tail the tabby sashayed out of camp through the secret tunnel, only stopping once she was outside and in a position to wait for Darkpaw and Ospreypaw. |
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Post by Amber on Apr 13, 2017 12:35:22 GMT -5
omg
all the tenderpaws just start disappearing one by one
it would be amusing if the clan thought the foxes were taking them out
there would be so much panicking
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Post by Rushingwolf on Apr 13, 2017 12:40:51 GMT -5
[ when it's 79 outside but the heat index is 88 aha welcome spring ]
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Post by Feathertalon on Apr 13, 2017 12:56:29 GMT -5
omg yeah the clan would freak out
ahh yes welcome spring
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Post by Rushingwolf on Apr 13, 2017 13:12:08 GMT -5
Gingerear shot a glare at Icetail, hissing lowly at it comment. Was that really necessary? Obviously she hadn't been quick enough, and now she was paying the price. Gingerear didn't need the elite to remind her.
Dipping her head lightly to Nightstorm, the white and ginger she-cat hobbled on with Icetail, doing her best to be quick about it. Being quick wasn't exactly easy, or painless, but she was trying. Never in her life had she wanted to return to camp so quickly. "Are you okay?" She asked Icetail, glancing at him. The tom was covered in blood as well, their white pelts beginning to become stained as their blood mixed in. She hadn't asked the tom yet, and he was just as important as her, if not more. The clan couldn't afford to have another elite out of commission.. Not when Honeyteller hadn't appointed the third.
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Post by Feathertalon on Apr 13, 2017 16:24:05 GMT -5
The pain wasn't even all that bad until Gingerear commented on it. A flash of hot white pain coursed through Icetail. He clenched his teeth against the fish he was carrying, hearing an almost disgustingly sweet crunch as his fangs broke a bone. The pain was the worst against his right shoulder where the fox had bit down on him. While most of the blood was dry, some of the scarlet liquid still oozed from the open wound there. It hurt to move now. His adrenaline was gone, his worry for Gingerear subsiding as well as his own pain finally took hold of him. He shook his head to keep himself concentrated on the path ahead. "I've been better," he replied finally. "Nothing that can't be fixed, though." This was no time to worry about his own state of physical health right now. Gingerear was much worse off than he was. If anything he would be off duty for a few sunrises; Gingerear on the other paw would have to stay away from duties for a good moon or two, maybe even more. |
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Post by xfogpathx on Apr 13, 2017 16:42:25 GMT -5
((Im online.))
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Post by Feathertalon on Apr 13, 2017 16:45:51 GMT -5
hiya! c:
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Post by xfogpathx on Apr 13, 2017 17:05:25 GMT -5
((Hiiii. Idk what to do lol.))
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Post by a diamond's pearl on Apr 13, 2017 18:12:45 GMT -5
Hola a todos <3
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Post by Feathertalon on Apr 13, 2017 18:14:21 GMT -5
Hihi c:
I have cherry open o:
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Post by a diamond's pearl on Apr 13, 2017 18:15:45 GMT -5
Coolio
I can start, its a new day right?
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Post by Rushingwolf on Apr 13, 2017 18:17:08 GMT -5
[ Hey guys I'm back^^
Getting that reply out now, Feath. ]
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Post by Rushingwolf on Apr 13, 2017 18:19:31 GMT -5
When Icetail spoke, Gingerear nodded, gritting her teeth in pain once more as her leg lifelessly dragged behind her. It was her right handle that was so bad, and while the other one hurt as well, it wasn't near as bad- more than likely a sprain. The white and ginger she-cat knew that the tom was in pain as well, and therefore didn't want to vocalize hers. She couldn't stand acting like a drama queen, and never had. This situation was no different.
Seeing camp in view, Gingerear gave a small sigh of relief. The she-cat couldn't wait to get home.
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