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Post by Storm on Aug 13, 2011 13:14:11 GMT -5
((Really? She just lost a life, smart one. And you have to make Strikekit's profile before you roleplay him. ))
Jaggedstripe hissed and grabbed Wolfstar by the scruff, pulling her off of Ghostmask as lightly as he could. "Are you that mousebrained?! She's injured!" he spat, pointing to the bloody cobwebs on her stomache. StarClan must have given her some strength, so Wolfstar had no choice but try to walk. "Foxcloud, I told you to support her side." he snapped as he let Wolfstar lean against his shoulder.
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Post by Wolfstorm on Aug 13, 2011 13:32:53 GMT -5
Wolfstar had started slightly breathing, but her eyes remaimed closed, and blood still dripped from her mouth. Foxcloud led Wolfstar lean on her shoulder computly, almost getting crush under her weight. "Hurry, let's go!" Foxcloud meowed, leading the to camp. The fear in her amber eyes were clear to see, that they were for Wolfstar's lives. StarClan, be don't let me sister's son die!, she thought. Ghostmask followed in the rear, his tail dragging across the ground.
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Post by Storm on Aug 13, 2011 14:25:58 GMT -5
Jaggedstripe struggled beneath the weight of Wolfstra but forced himself to keep going. After walking slowly through the rain, he finally began to make out the barrier or brambles that ran along the edges of camp. Gently, he made his way through the tunnel, lashing his paws out at the ferns around him so that none of the thorns would injure Wolfstar.
((Camp))
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Post by fatalisexpiriment on Aug 13, 2011 14:31:32 GMT -5
Acornface had been out hunting for something to eat when he smelled blood. Wolfstar's blood. "Wolfstar!" He abandoned the mouse and rushed to the camp where he smelled her blood.
(camp)
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Post by Wolfstorm on Aug 28, 2011 19:54:46 GMT -5
Silvermoon padded into the terriorty, lettign out all of her stress by taking a deep breath. Trotting along the forest floor, she found herself enjoying the beauty around her, and listen to any birds singing. Suddenly, a strange new scent waved into her nose. "It smells like a rogue!" Silvermoon explain, reaching the edge of the river.
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Post by Wertypop on Aug 28, 2011 19:57:24 GMT -5
A lone lithe Ginger she-cat, stalked through the dark forest deeper, and deeper into the territory. This was the perfect place. thought the She-cat. The Clan cats would no doubt kill her rat of a kit. She never wanted kits. But her mate never listened. Shaking her head she put the bloody ball of bright ginger furn down. She hadn't killed the kit because she didn't want to be a murder, she would leave the clan cats to that. She had only beat up the kit. And with that the ginger rogue fled the clan's territory, leaving her kit for death.
(hope its okay i RPed the mom... I'm not using her again so no point in making a profile...))
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Post by Wolfstorm on Aug 28, 2011 20:10:36 GMT -5
Silvermoon stiffed when she smelled blood mixed with the rogue scent. "What on earth?!" she muttered raced to the scoure, her tail flying out behind her. Spotting a reddish, ginger lump near the river, she stopped. "What in the name of...my god!" Silvermoon gasped as she got closer. It was a little ginger tabby kitten, its fur matted with its own blood. "Oh, you poor thing!" the white she-cat whispered as she neared the tiny bundle of fur.
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Post by Wertypop on Aug 28, 2011 20:15:15 GMT -5
((sunnys knocked out o3o cant really post... lol))
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Post by Wolfstorm on Aug 28, 2011 20:19:42 GMT -5
((didn't really wanted to do a long post))
Silvermoon sighed, then perked her long ears forward. Leaning forward, she saw the slightest hitn of breathing. The kit was alive! Very gently, she picked the kit by the torn up scruff of its neck, and raced straight back to camp. However, as she ran, Silvermoon couldn't but wonder why anyone would leave a defenseless kit to die near the river. "How can anyone be so cruel to thier own kit?"
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Post by Storm on Sept 6, 2011 15:54:36 GMT -5
Badgertail squeezed through the gorse tunnel, Stormpaw following. She shook the few thorns that got caught in her pelt and turned to Jaytalon and his apprentices: Sandpaw and Squirrelpaw. "Let's go." she meowed simply, before racing off towards the training hollow.
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