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Post by FireFlyDragon on Feb 11, 2010 20:52:43 GMT -5
Marshflight
Exhaustion had continuously raked his body of strength, his paws willing him to stop and rest multiple times as the two battle weary toms traveled down the familiar route to ShadowClan camp. Though the urge was pressing he made no move to do so; he had to get back to ShadowClan to warn Sharpstar and see Nightpaw. Even the sound of the name echoing in his mind caused the Deputy to feel a warm, comforting feeling; and as the approaching dusk cooled the already frosty air his heart felt nothing but warmth as he slowly but surely made his way back, only pausing to make sure Stormcry was in pursuit. Even then his body was tense, and it was obvious he wanted to get back quickly as possible; for the battle that had happened not long ago had brought the thought of an attack to the clan all too fresh in his mind.
It wasn’t long before the molted tom could sense they were close, though the mild sounds of an inhabited place must have been drowned out by his heavy breathing; nearly pants as he rushed himself back, his wounds still bearing wet blood as the camp’s boarder finally appeared within sight. Even though he was already struggling to walk, much less run the large tom’s ears perked with relief at the knowledge that the clan was still safe and peaceful; his urgency to keep it that way forcing him into a stumbling trot as he pushed his way through the camp entrance.
The thorns clawed his already scathed flesh as he hastily blundered into the camp, the clearing considerably empty as of this time, though some forms turned to stare at the noisy new comer; their eyes widening in shock moments later as they took in his sight and condition.
Although he looked weakly the voice that boomed out of his tender throat was anything but, commanding and urgent he called out the leader’s name, the harsh sound of his mangled throat radiating in the previous quiet of the camp.
His lips formed to also shout out Nightpaw’s name; how he longed to take in her scent, her eyes filled with gentle and caring gazes, though they could also harbor anger and frustration. His sudden strength from previously though vanished quickly as he stood there, his legs soon giving out under him as he crouched lowly over the ground, panting heavily. But even as the startled moments passed his condition sapped more strength from him, his large body soon slithering to him resting on his side as his wounds began to break through his emotions; bringing pain and a dull throbbing ache to his muscles and head; swimming as dizziness over took him, nearly too exhausted to even fathom speaking now.
How he wanted to though, to get a nearby warrior to fetch him Nightpaw; and in turn to bring him her companionship and presence, he felt those if only could help this pain fade. But nothing other then ragged breathing was reached from his voice box and his gaze flushing with longing for someone to understand, for her to be next to him; and to speak with the voice he knew so well…
//OoC// Ok I was thinking the order could go me. Havok, Silver, Kitteh XD And then anyone who wanted to jump in =3 That good for everyone?
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Post by havok on Feb 12, 2010 19:07:16 GMT -5
Stormcry
Padding along after his Deputy, Stormcry kept one eye over his shoulder. He had to be sure they hadn't been followed. Even if they had been followed, it wouldn't have been too bad if it were any normal ThunderClanners or their insane Leader. Duskstar was weak now, and Stormcry had no qualms about using those weaknesses against him. To be honest, he knew the whole forest would be better off without Duskstar. Especially Warhawk. He winced as he thought of his former apprentice. Always he saw her smiling face, her glittering eyes, and then, the horror she'd been subjected to. Gritting his teeth against his rage, he still couldn't help hissing at the memory, his gold eyes blazing with anger. That bastard would pay, he'd make sure of it, eight more times. Stormcry would die for his revenge if he had to, but he would get his revenge, no matter what. For a moment, he turned his scorching gaze to the sky, 'You hear me StarClan?! I'll get revenge!'
They were nearing the camp and Marshflight was beginning to falter from his wounds. He was a good warrior, but even Stormcry thought he pushed himself too far. The lad hadn't complained even once the whole way there. The Deputy pushed through the thorny entrance without a care, scratching his already wounded flesh. He only started to slip when he got into the clearing. Stormcry went to his side, trying to give him something to lean on. Slowly letting the Deputy slide to the ground, he murmured, "Easy there, Lad. Don't hurt yourself even more now." He could see the Deputy trying to speaking and Stormcry tried to read his lips. 'Nightpaw'. "Alright there, I'll get the lass for you, jus' stay still," he replied, heading for the apprentices den. The camp was already stirring with excitement, he heard Skyfire, Sharpstar, and his own name called among the cacophony of voices. He called for Nightpaw just as he spotted Warhawk shivering next Skyfire a fox-length away. Her eyes were wide with shock and fear, and his own heart sank at the sight. 'Damn you, StarClan, why'd you let that happen to her?'
Warhawk
What had happened? Was it a nightmare? The pain had been very real, so it wasn't a nightmare, but dear StarClan, she wished it had been. She wanted to break down, she wanted her mother, or Stormcry, she wanted to be a kit again! What she wanted to do and what she was doing were still very different. Instead of yowling her sorrow and pain, she only sat there, shivering and wide-eyed as Skyfire did his best to examine and comfort her. Warhawk, for once in her life had no words, she was utterly silent, shocked into dead-quiet. The cats around her were only strange blurs as she was lost in her thoughts, which were a chaotic swirl of emotions and memories. Voices washed over her, fading into some background noise. Warhawk stared into nothingness and yet, she saw, everything, over and over again.
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Post by Silver on Feb 12, 2010 22:54:33 GMT -5
Skyfire peeped his head out of his head, curious by the noise of returning cats so late in the day. "Great StarClan!" he gasped. For a moment, the old tom disappeared back into his den, and a muffled cry of "Thornpaw!" could be heard, along with a great rustling. After a moment, Skyfire burst from his den, carrying poppyseeds, cobwebs, and alder bark. He dropped then at his feet, his mismatched eyes keenly looking over both cats as he gently poked them with his nose, searching through their fur. He paused as he looked over Warhawk, an unreadable expression passing over his face. "Marshflight, what happened?" he asked distractedly, pressing his ear to Warhawk's flank. Her breath was shallow and rapid, her heartbeat wild. "Thornpaw! Bring me some lavender from my stash and elder berries. They're up front, near the poppy seeds!" he called over his shoulder.
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Post by FireFlyDragon on Feb 15, 2010 22:00:03 GMT -5
Marshflight
Stormcry hadn’t said a word from when they started back home, even now as he allowed the exhausted deputy to lean on him, helping him settle down on the chilled earth in the ShadowClan camp. Anger and rage radiated off him in waves though; and it sent Marshflight’s body flinching away naturally; though his movements were sluggish, limbs too tired to bother with such minor behavioral details. Stormcry though, however much his hatred of the other Leader ran he cared for his own clan-mates, and he; much to Marshflight’s relief sent himself off to find Nightpaw, being able to read the deputy’s maw accurately.
Now with some weight lifted from his sagging shoulders the deputy grew still, the immense heaviness of his limbs starting to double with the stiff muscles the chilled earth was forming making him drowsy in the strangest of ways; though he was successful of keeping himself awake at the prospect of seeing Nightpaw again.
His mind was so focused however that he nearly missed Skyfire’s question; ear flicking as he registered the last of the old tom’s worried voice. All Marshflight could mutter though was ‘Duskstar’ and ‘Thunderpath’ his returning voice unwilling to spill words from his groggy mind. His gaze drifted to the medicine cat; Warhawk seated, shivering beside him as he inspected her. A sudden bought of memories flashed before him; the tyrant of a leader catching her off guard, holding her down…Him leaping and deterring the said cat away from her, though to late to reverse what he had done.
A heavy feeling of guilt now replaced the need to see Nightpaw, his inadequate fighting skills being the cause of Warhawk’s fear and pain; his fault at not protecting his clanmates better – he was deputy for StarClan’s sake he should have been able to do better.
Although the need to speak with the battered she-cat was strong his condition and her own were the barriers; and at this time they were too tall to scale. He wondered where Sharpstar was; as it was taking an awful long time for him to appear, maybe resting in his Den? After all, the leader still had his own wounds to care for and still lead a clan; a difficult thing to do while everything was laying on the edge of war.
//OoC// BLEH! We can all just RP until Kitteh finally drags her butt over on the site again >.> And any others who wish to jump in may at this point; simply remember who your after like always XD
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Post by wolfkitten on Feb 16, 2010 2:29:05 GMT -5
Nightpaw The young she-cat was resting silently in the Apprentice den... It was the dead of night, and she wasn't due to go on patrol until the morning came... So she was taking this time to rest her weary paws. Ever since getting back from her horrid adventure with her father, she had put everything she had into the Clan... Her heart and soul... Her sleep was now a dreamless sleep as the whole day yesterday had been speant with hunting, and patrols, and everything else she could do to help the Clan... But now... A voice drifted into her mind, penetrating her unconscious state. Her ears pricked forward as she realized this was not in her sleep, but actually in the waking world. She soon identified the voice as Stormcry... Her ears shot up further and were followed by her large head. She blinked her eyes open, the bleariness of sleep almost instantly gone. She leapt up as she sensed the tenseness from Stormcry and more in the Camp. "Stormcry... What's wrong?" She searched his face for some kind of answer, before moving quickly to step out of the warmed den. Her tail lashed a bit as she looked around anxiously, but awaited Stormcry's words. Sharpstar Sharpstar, too, had been fast asleep in his den, minding his wounds and regaining his strength as fast as he could. He hated how much he had to rest, but he knew it was necessary if he was to get totally better again. He was nearly there... He had grown stronger again, he was well, just more tired than he should be. But in his sleep, he was suddenly jerked from that state, and leapt to his paws, glancing around. Something was amiss... He would move quickly to the mouth of his den and gaze out, his eyes imediately finding his wounded Deputy and friend... He wouldn't waste another moment, and he dashed out of his den, heading for the small gathering of cats. He first went to Warhawk, nosing her lightly as he watched Skyfire, before looking concernedly to Marshflight. "What happened?" His voice was strong but full of concern for his Clanmates. "Who did this? Into this next statement, Sharpstar injected just the smallest bit of venom... He knew who he thought it would be... Some from ThunderClan... Or perhaps RiverClan... But he needed to know the story before he could jump to conclusions. OOC: I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry! I'm here... Lol this last week has been insane...
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Post by xx snakey on Feb 16, 2010 19:19:03 GMT -5
Thornpaw leapt up from the slight doze he was in, snapping into action. He rotted around for the right herbs for a moment, then came bounding out of the medicine den. "What's going on, Skyfire?" He asked, his voice muffled threw the herbs in his mouth. He looked at the wounded cats around him, his heart rate quickening. There was a battle, he could feel it. Oh if he'd been there! Not that he didn't like being a medicine cat, but there was something about the heat of battle that made his golden pelt tingle. He hoped he'd hear a good story from it.
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Post by havok on Feb 16, 2010 23:07:01 GMT -5
Stormcry
Spotting Nightpaw as she left the Apprentices' Den, she called back to him and he answered. He kept his answer a little quiet, as he knew the lad and lass were fond of each other, he wasn't sure if they wanted the whole Clan to know yet. "Marshflight fought with Duskstar. The lad is injured right now and can't really speak too well, but I know he wants to see you." He left at that, turning back to see the Medicine cats rush to their jobs, Skyfire barking orders at Thornpaw, and the Apprentice scrambling to get the right herbs. Sharpstar'd just appeared out of his den as Stormcry made his way to Marshflight's side. The ShadowClan Leader yowled out questions as Stormcry suspected he would. Careful to stay out of the way of the busy Medicine cats, he called to his Leader, "I have part of the story sir."
Yes, only part of it. If Warhawk were stable, she would've been able to put this together better than he ever could, being one of the greatest storytellers he's ever seen. Glancing at her shivering form, he knew that wasn't possible and did the best he could. "Well, I suppose it started with Warhawk catching Duskstar cross over the Thunderpath into our territory. From there, they were about to fight when Marshflight intervened and attacked the ThunderClan Leader. Warhawk tried to help, but Duskstar got the better of her and-" he choked, but continued, anger and pain showing on his face, "he violated her. That's when I got there. Marshflight freed Warhawk and she left, then I went to help. Both Marshflight and I went down for a second, but Marshflight got back up and took a life from Duskstar, I saw it as I woke. The lad did good, but he's hurting now."
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Post by Crane on Feb 18, 2010 3:13:26 GMT -5
The sky was grey. As Pollenwind carried her prize - a tiny mouse that would barely be a mouthful even for her tiny self - towards camp, a few specks of rain dripped down frm above. Flicking her ears in irritation, Pollenwind sped up to a trot towards camp. She'd want to get home long before the worst of the storm hit. The grey clouds were starting to mass. Decidedly annoying at the sky, Pollenwind kept her eyes firmly on the ground. That was how she spotted a few red dots, lying out of place on some fern fronds. Dropping the mouse, she checked the scent of the red liquid. Blood - definitely blood. There was no doubt about it. Her heart gave a startled flutter, and forgetting the mouse, she broke into a sprint towards ShadowClan camp. Oh no. What if ShadowClan had been wiped out by those ThunderClan and RiverClan bastards?! Pollenwind charged through the entrance, and skidded to a halt when she saw a gathering of quite a few ShadowClan cats. Immediately her eyes jumped to Marshflight. He looked abnormally still... but then Pollenwind noticed the slight rise and fall of his flank while he breathed. Well, nobody was dead... yet. Huh. "What happened?" she asked in a rush, her eyes wheeling around, still shocked there weren't enemy warriors hiding in the shrubs.
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Post by Silver on Feb 18, 2010 20:59:00 GMT -5
Skyfire nodded briefly at Thornpaw as the apprentice dropped his requested herbs. "I'm not sure yet. Marshflight muttered something about Duskstar on the Thunderpath, so I'm assuming they were ambushed." No sooner had the words left his maw than the question was echoed by warrior and leader alike as the commotion roused the camps interest. Stormcry, returning from the apprentice's den, told Sharpstar what he knew of the story. The only indication that the elderly tom had even heard the story was his quivering tail, flicking in agitation. Skyfire turned, ready to race back to his den, but he paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping the slightly crowded clearing. "For StarClan's sake, don't just stand there! Sharpstar, wave that lavender under Warhawk's nose and see if it wakes her up. Pollenwind, you can do me a favor and go collect some more cobwebs. I'm sure you know where to find them. Nightpaw, I want you to give Marshflight some poppy seeds and start putting some cobwebs on to stop the bleeding. Stormcry, help out Thornpaw in any way you can. I suggest getting some small, fresh prey. These two need their strength, although Warhawk is our priority right now." And with that, the tom scooped up the elder berries Thornpaw had brought and the alder bark, and disappeared inside his den.
When he emerged again, he was carrying marigold, a couple of bright green leaves on long stalks, and a large, strange root, its scent masked by the mint and thyme carried in his jaws. "The mint or thyme may not be needed, but it wouldn't hurt to have it around," he muttered as he snapped off small chunks of the root and tried to make Warhawk swallow them. "We never give an unconscious or traumatized cat poppyseeds. Vervain is much better in this case, although I prefer not to use it at all. After giving them some shock root, the best we can do is make sure the rest naturally and get plenty of food and water." he told Thornpaw, pointing with his tail to the leaves he had brought out. "Start chewing up that marigold. I hope this is all we will need for now, but it isn't a bad thing to have a list of backup herbs in your head," he instructed, to himself more than to anyone in particular.
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Post by FireFlyDragon on Feb 19, 2010 0:56:35 GMT -5
Marshflight
The cats began streaming around the clearing now; their questioning tones and worried glances more or less invisible to the tired tom, still laying limply on his side; the recent pain subsiding with a heavy linger to his limbs. He could hear Skyfire’s voice, and the rush of paws that meet his command; must have been Thornpaw running off for something or other. It wasn’t long though before a familiar deep voice evaded his senses, causing him to stir and lift his head; looking towards the large dark shape that had to be Sharpstar. Although he would have rather simply let his head back down and slip into the numbing drowsiness that threatened his being he did his best to right himself; preparing himself to speak to his leader.
Stormcry though let him stay quiet; reciting the recent events to the startled Sharpstar. Marshflight mentally thanked him, relieved that he wouldn’t have to explain the situation with the tinge of guilt still prickling at his pelt. Skyfire; still tending to the distraught Warhawk sent his own words out after Stormcry had finished, giving jobs and duties to those surrounding him. That’s when he picked up her name.
A tingling sensation suddenly shooting through him the molted tom scrambled to a sitting position; gaze jumping from form to form in an effort to spot the she-cat he cared for so much, his nose attempting to focus his gaze as he sought her out; her familiar shape recognized by the disoriented warrior within moments. She resided by the apprentice’s den, and though Marshflight couldn’t discern the emotion in her eyes she seemed stressed; anxious at the current predicament.
And even though she didn’t know of his presence yet he couldn’t help but let out a hoarse purr; his spirits lifted as she would come over at Skyfire’s command; when she did that is. Marshflight could hear the old tom still rambling away somewhere nearby; listing off herbs and treatments that were meant for young ears, and so the tom kept them that way; allowing the comforting voice to fade as his gaze remained fixed on his apprentice. Yes; he would see her become a warrior, no doubt.
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Post by wolfkitten on Feb 19, 2010 17:34:35 GMT -5
Nightpaw Nightpaw listened attentitavely to what Stormcry had to say. Her eyes were wide with fear as she heard that Marshflight was injured, and her gaze would imediately be tossed over Stormcry's shoulder and into the heart of the Camp. She soon saw the broken form of her beloved Mentor and friend. She looked back to Stormcry, remembering her manners, and dipped her head before mewing a soft thank you to him. Then, without another word, the large Apprentice would dash by, making a bee line right for Marshflight. Indeed... Both cats held a deep fondness for eachother, and it was obvious in the way she ran to him, and the way he sought her out. She would move to gently nose over him even though Skyfire was already doing a wonderful job at treating him. "Marshflight..." She murmered softly, caring in every touch and sound from the young she-cat. She would nudge him gently with her nose, trying to get him to lie down. "Marshflight... Reserve your strength..." She would keep an ear out to Stormcry's explination as he spoke to her father, hearing what happened. She shuddered just a little, but would not remove herself from Marshflight's side. She heard Skyfire barking out orders, and only when she heard his name, did she snap to attention. He was telling her to tend to Marshflight, well not hessitation would take place, instead she moved quickly to grab up some poppy seeds, which lay on a leaf, and would move to offer them gently to her beloved, before swabbing her paw in cobwebs to set to applying them to his wounds as Skyfire said. She didn't have the practice that Skyfire and Thornpaw had, and yet she seemed to have a natural ability there. Not a Medicine Cat, neither would she want to, and yet... There was ability there. Sharpstar Sharpstar watched the situation around him in silence after his rather loud words. He wanted to know what had happened here, his eyes wide with confusion as three of his Warriors... His Clanmates were hurt. He was watching Marshflight, wanting answers from him, and yet he was understanding that he was very much hurt. He watched as his daughter was brought over and began imediately attending to Marshflight. This warmed his heart despite the situation at paw. He would look up as Stormcry made his way over to him, raising his head just a bit and fixing Stormcry with that unblinking gaze. As he spoke of having some of the story, he would nod. "Please go on Stormcry." He said, nodding and listening intently to what was said. Every word made him tense more and more. Duskstar was over his bounds. They must prepare for a war. ShadowClan would not strike first. At this moment they were in no position for a war, but if a war was to come they would be prepared. Sharpstar snarled, knowing something was coming, but he also knew these cats needed to be taken care of first. "Thank you Stormcry." He said, his manner gentleing back into his calm self. Skyfire's voice rang out to him as he yowled about them not standing around, and inwardly he grinned just slightly, and would have outwardly if the situation were not dire. Skyfire hadn't changed much since he'd known him... Which amazingly was since he was found as a tiny kit. Skyfire had been the Medicine Cat the entire time he had been alive... This absolutely blew him away. But he would nod quickly. Skyfire was the only one that Sharpstar would take instruction from and he would move to pick up a small bunch of Lavender and move to Warkhawk's side, beginning to gently wave it under her nose in hopes of awakening her. "Come on Warhawk... Wake up... We need you if we are to take on these ThunderClanners..." He murmered, knowing that kindling the spirit was key to kindling the body.
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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Feb 19, 2010 17:38:29 GMT -5
OOC; Woah! Good RPing there ^^' It's a pity I have no ShadowClan cats... ._.'
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Post by Crane on Feb 20, 2010 18:07:08 GMT -5
Pollenwind listened carefully to Skyfire's instructions, glad to be of some use. That was one thing she disliked about being a warrior - not being able to help her Clanmates if they got injured. Right, cobwebs! Pollenwind thought back to her hunting journey this morning. Where had she seen cobwebs? She remembered racing after a rabbit right before she lost it... Because she'd ran into a whole heap of cobwebs. Near the clearing. She took off, pumping her tiny legs to get as there as soon as possible. What if the cobwebs had gotten blown away? What if she'd wrecked them beyond use? Worried thoughts raced through her mind as she ran.
Leiko grumbled as she heard a storm of voices, right near where she was resting. Behind the camp a little way, so nobody could invade her privacy. However this sudden explosion of running paws and raised voices still managed to reach her ears. She she leapt rather gracefully to her paws and padded to the main part of camp to see what the kerfuffle was. What she saw surprised her. A mass of moving bodies, in wide varieties of colour and shape, seemed to be massing around a few cats. She pushed her way through to the front to see a few injured cats on the ground, and Skyfire ordering other cats to get herbs for him. She was nearly knocked off her feet by a tiny tortiseshell who rushed past her. Knowing there was no point in asking, she pricked up her ears to see if she could tell what was going on. "Duskstar cross over the Thunderpath... Warhawk... he violated her... Marshflight... Reserve your strength..." Leiko's eyes widened in absolute disgust. From what she could pick up, Duskstar had... Oh, StarClan, what has the forest come to? The mere thought of it was so wrong, so abnormal, she could barely think. She needed a distraction. "Skyfire, can I do anything to help?" she asked anxiously.
Pollenwind, a wad of cobwebs wrapped around her tail, skidded to a halt at the entrace of the camp and pushed through the moving throng of cats to Skyfire. She could see another cat talking to him, so waited for her turn.
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Post by havok on Feb 27, 2010 15:32:36 GMT -5
Stormcry
Skyfire snapped off instructions like a veteran and even though everyone was still soaking in the situation, Stormcry rushed off to help out Thornpaw. He went to the fresh-kill pile, grabbing a muskrat in his jaws. He was about to return to Marshflight with it, when he spotted Ghostwing limping out of the Elders' den. She'd obviously heard the ruckus and found that her daughter was involved somehow. He was suddenly stung by pity for her and Warhawk. Like lightning, he raced to Marshflight, dropped off the prey, and went to Ghostwing's side. "Lean on me, Ghostwing," he offered the Elder she-cat. She'd started limping only recently, her old bones were finally starting to get weary. The long-haired, silver-white she-cat spotted her daughter, frozen, shocked, and naturally asked him what had happened to her.
The Warrior sighed, not sure how to say it again, before answering, "I think it's best if you ask her for yourself." They trodded over to Warhawk who was getting lavender waved under her nose, still staring straight ahead, still seeing her torture. Stormcry grimaced as the mother's anguished mewls carried over the camp.
Warhawk
The voices and faces washed over her. They shouldn't bother, she was fine, Marshflight and Stormcry were the ones who got hurt. They were hurt physically, something her Clan could fix. What she had, was something only time could fix because her spirit was broken. She was so weak. Suddenly two faces appeared, clear from the blur. It was her mother and Stormcry, both looked worried about her. She was ashamed of herself, she shouldn't worry them, she never wanted to cause such a mess. Warhawk did her best to move, only to find her body wouldn't respond. That was until an odd smell broke through the gloom and made her sneeze. The sudden movement made her legs weaken and she fell, her mother and Stormcry mewing in surprise, smothering her. Hiding her face under her paws, she lay there, her mother acted quickly, laying against her, the Elder's head laying over her shoulders comfortingly. Ghostwing whispered and murmured in her ears and all Warhawk could manage was, "I'm sorry, mother."
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Post by FireFlyDragon on Feb 27, 2010 16:49:23 GMT -5
Marshflight
Marshflight had only a gaze for his apprentice, whole form tingling as she finally spotted him, racing over to then inspect him; his deep rumbling purr vibrating so strongly throughout him that she must have felt it through her muzzle. His body gave way easily to her insists and in a dreamy fashion he slipped to his belly, orbs laced with her form as she reacted to the news, and then Skyfire’s instructions; offering the mottled tom poppy seeds which he swallowed without hesitation.
Within moments he was feeling somewhat drowsy, the commotions taking place about him slipping into the category as unimportant. His purr still resided within, though subdued as the pain killing effects began; head turning without hindrance of his blood clotted wound, though he still knew of its presence. He’d have a scar to tell of the tale later on he was sure.
His orbs lay half shut, still firmly attached to the black she-cat tending him, though less focused as before; shifting as she worked over him. “I wanted to see you become a warrior.” He was finally able to murmur, voice wounded by his sore throat. He could feel the quick arrival and departure of a cat by his side, the warm wafting of freshkill igniting his hunger as food was left; though the cat had not stayed for a word of gratitude. The tom’s mind wandered from words at the tempting morsel beside him, though he fought long enough to retain he want of voiced thoughts. “Your warrior ceremony is soon, I wanted to see it…And be there with you.”
His eyes shifted with a jerk as a sneeze lit the air, the small form of Warhawk finally responding to the insistent care of those about her, crouched upon the packed earth, hiding herself from reality if possible as a very elderly cat did her best to comfort her. The tom’s ears twitched, heart wrenching at the sound of Warhawk’s strained mumblings. She had no reasons to apologize, none at all; though the elderly mother slipped down to her side, worry and tender care in her actions for her broken daughter.
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