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Post by Moo it's Lia on Feb 14, 2011 15:29:43 GMT -5
(well, here's the time lapse part for DuskClan. this is where Breezeclaw gets injured and retires from his deputy rank)
Coughing out a thick, dark red substance, Breezeclaw limped back to camp. How weak. How pathetic. How useless could the deputy of DuskClan be? He was attacked by a couple of foxes. Breezeclaw's light grey pelt was beginning to have some grey tufts due to his age. After all, he was the oldest warrior. He should have retired long ago.
He heaved his way towards the center of camp, hoping to get his wounds treated soon. There was a huge gash in his throat and underbelly and some bite marks on his back. It was a surprise that this cat was even alive. He noticed a grey, black and white cat moving towards him. It was Badgerfang, an elder of DuskClan.
Badgerfang didn't say a word, he just sniffed around Breezeclaw's body, looking for broken bones and other sores. He looked around for Mintwhisker and Brushleaf. Breezeclaw was in very bad condition.
"Badgerfang, Badgerfang, there are skulk of foxes on our territory, the Bright Pines. You must tell Lunarstar," he said with a frail voice. What a pity this cat was. He's a shame to the cats of DuskClan. To be injured like this.
Badgerfang nodded quietly, still not responding.
Breezeclaw still spoke, his voice failing, but he managed to say a few more words, "The rest of the patrol-"
Badgerfang suddenly understood. Skunkstripe was on the patrol as well. And so was Greystorm, his only son.
(ps. a skulk is a group of foxes. i looked it up ^^ )
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Post by Gold on Feb 14, 2011 21:51:34 GMT -5
(Really? I never knew what a group of foxes were called. Cool. I'm assuming I should reply ^-^)
Lunarstar emerged from her den as the aroma of blood creeped into her nostrils. She slowly rose to her frail paws and slid down the Highrock. She stumbled at the bottom along with the other rocks than managed to slide with her. She was getting older. She wasn't the strong, tough, never so no cat like before. She was just old Lunarstar.
She finally padded up to Breezepelt in what felt like moons. His lively body was worn down with wounds and his beautiful pelt was tattered and tutfs of hair jutted out. He was old. She could barely believe he hadn't yet retired. She is one to talk. She should have retired long, long ago but she rejected the offer. She swore that she'd lead her clan until every last drop of blood was shed from her pelt.
"Breezepelt, what happened?" she asked with a hoarse voice. Even her mere voice showed sign that she wasn't fit to be leader. She should just retreat to the elders den... No.
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Post by Alyx on Feb 14, 2011 23:28:15 GMT -5
Mintwhisker was awoke by urgent sounding meows outside, and the growing scent of blood. She sat bolt upright, sniffing. The small gray cat stood, her joints sending off a twinge of pain and making a loud popping noise at the sudden movement, and poked her head outside. She saw two cats in the clearing, crowding anxiously closer to a third.
"What happened?" she managed to meow in a breathless, raspy mew as she scrabbled her way out of the den, ears flattening as the smell of blood grew stronger once she was in the main camp clearing.
"Lunarstar? Is that Breezeclaw? Wha- Who did this?" She reentered the den for a moment, not waiting on an answer, before exiting again, herbs clamped in her jaws and a large wab of cobwebs wrapped around one paw.
She hobbled over, paw with cobwebs held high to keep dust and debris off, She immediately started to wrap the wounds on his back, trying to stop the bleeding before worrying with marigold and such. The elderly medicine cat was beginning to rasp more as she fought to catch her breath, she'd been having a bit of trouble breathing lately.
She looked for a moment for her apprentice, hoping to have a bit of help trying to stop the flow of blood from the numerous wounds, her aged paws not being able to move quickly enough to deal with all of them.
(This okay? I assume I needed to reply, correct? -don't wanna get something messed up-)
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Post by Moo it's Lia on Feb 15, 2011 17:08:44 GMT -5
Breezeclaw managed to look up, and in his foggy vision he spotted Lunarstar and Mintwhisker. "Lunarstar, Mintwhisker," he mewed softly, "Foxes, they attacked us three on the patrol at the Bright Pines. Skunkstripe and Greystorm gave up their lives in order to let me escape and warn the clans." The old deputy managed to dip his head a bit, "I'm not sure what state their bodies are in, when I left the foxes were beating them terribly," he chocked on the words. His frail body shook as he recalled the scent of foxes and blood swirled around him and the visions became a bit blurry. He sighed, "I must retire from my ranking," he said sadly, "I'm in too bad of a condition. The elder's den would do me good."
Badgerfang felt his heart shatter. His only son, Greystorm, had died. Surely, it was for a good reason. But he had just become a warrior three moons ago. He was too young! He was chocking on the air as well. His mate had passed, and now their only son. He blinked hard, but a couple of tears ran free and streaked his pelt.
(cats can cry right? it seems like a humane act, but i think they can cry...)
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Post by dragonfrog on Feb 15, 2011 17:15:59 GMT -5
Brushleaf rose to her paws with a snort as she watched her mentor leave the den. What's going on? She asked herself, her brown pelt prickling uneasily. The young medicine cat apprentice took one peek out of the den and grasped some burdock root and extra marigold leaves, chewing them quickly as she raced over to the bleeding deputy. Brushleaf swiftly and gently applied the juices to Breezeclaw's battered body, listening uneasily to the retiring deputy's story.
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Post by Gold on Feb 15, 2011 17:59:14 GMT -5
Lunarstar was swollen with grief. Why would two warriors sacrifice themselves for an elder deputy? They were brave a courageous, and they must not just leave their wounded bodies to decay in the sun-bathed forest. By now the foxes could have devoured the bodied or torn them to shreds... but they may as well look.
When Breezepelt's words came fourth her elderly heart nearly attacked her body. She was more elderly than he, yet she didn't give up her position. She was selfish and greedy, obveously Breezepelt wasn't. "I- I'm sorry to hear that, Breezepelt..." she said with a studdered voice "although, I'm sure it would do you best. You are resumed. I will proclaim this to the Clan at Dusk".
Lunarstar spun around to face two warriors (do we even have any in this clan? If no I'll just make up some warriors) who seemed to be listening to them. "I'm sure you've heard the message" she begun with a stern, elderly tone "See if you can retrieve the two lost warrior bodies. Hopefully they'll be in one piece..."
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Post by dragonfrog on Feb 15, 2011 18:01:34 GMT -5
( Firefoot's dead as you wrote yourself so only 3 are left. x3 Heavyfoot, Pantherstrike, and Dustnose. )
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Post by Gold on Feb 15, 2011 18:03:34 GMT -5
( heh I know. x3. Maybe Pantherstrike and Dustnose? If you happen to RP Heavyfoot and want to be the warrior... object. xD xD xD)
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Post by Moo it's Lia on Feb 15, 2011 18:14:30 GMT -5
Breezeclaw nodded, "I thank those two warriors. They were strong, but there were at least six foxes," he said shaking his head. He nodded in thanks to Mintwhisker and Brushleaf, "Thanks for the herbs."
Badgerfang laid down slowly. If his son was in pieces, he didn't want to see him. Not weak and exposed like that.
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Post by Gold on Feb 15, 2011 18:45:50 GMT -5
Lunarstar nodded. When she was young, she probably would have been able to come out alive with the help of a few warriors. But now, with her frail bones, she would probably be like the deceased warriors.
"I understand" she said with a nod. Then, she spun around to look at Badgerfang who seemed to be hot with sorrow and secretly bauling with grief. She could only catch a glimpse of a few tears but she knew how much it hurt him. First his mate, now his only son. Lunarstar never had kits and instead chose the path of a powerfull leader. She heaved her shoulder with a sigh as she awaited the warriors to return.
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Post by Moo it's Lia on Feb 15, 2011 19:02:09 GMT -5
Rainstorm felt strange, something was wrong. She sat up in the nursery and padded out into the center of the camp. She moved closer to Breezeclaw, "Breezeclaw, was Firefoot with you?" she hoped the answer would be no. But she hadn't seen her mate, and she was expecting her kit very, very soon.
Breezeclaw looked up to the expectant queen, "No, he wasn't. He followed along, but he left and went towards the swamp to check if it was clear," he looked at Lunarstar, "Someone needs to go to the swamp. In case the foxes manage to navigate in there."
Rainstorm began to worry, where could her mate be? He has to be okay. Then she began to breathe heavily. The swamp was very close to the thunderpath, any cat knew of Rainstorm's deathly fear of the thunderpath and monsters!
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Post by Gold on Feb 15, 2011 20:19:49 GMT -5
Lunarstar narrowed her eyes not with frustration but with wonder. Where could he have gone? She wondered. She began to scan the camp in search for the dark grey broad shouldered tom known as Heavyfoot. Finally, she spotted him.
"Heavyfoot" she croaked as she beconed the warrior to come. Once the warrior was in her presence she said "Go and fetch Firefoot. Last I saw of him he went to the swamp for some fresh-kill. Just make sure he's okay."
(If anyone doesn't mind, I think I'll play Heavyfoot JUST FOR THIS TIME! As far as I remember he's an NPC. I kinda want to post it...)
Heavyfoot nodded to his leader and bounded off into the thick swamp.
Heavyfoot trailed through the thick mush, his eyes darting every-which-way in search for the dark orange cat, Firefoot. It couldn't be too hard to spot in such a dark, ominous place.
The dark grey tom scanned the whole region, yet the tom seemed to be no-where in sight. He was now at the border of the Thunderpath where no cat would dare saunter onto. Perhaps I should take a peek.... just in case! he thought. Slowly, Heavyfoot emerged from the thriving swamp and glanced at the black mass of hard rock. His eyes took a few moments to notice, but they eventually landed on a dark orange cat with red ooze gushing out of his ribs and laying in a pool of it.
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Heavyfoot raced into camp, his eyes clouded with fear and his heart pounding. All he could do was stare at the ground. Eventually, the tom looked up at his clanmates and say "I-it's... F-Fire-f-foot!"
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Post by Moo it's Lia on Feb 15, 2011 20:54:14 GMT -5
Rainstorm couldn't breathe, No! This couldn't be Firefoot! her mind screamed. Firefoot couldn't be dead, he hasn't even seen his kits yet! She shook her head furiously, No! No! It can't end like this! She wished that this cat before her wasn't her mate, the father of her soon to be kits. It couldn't possibly be him, but the scent of him was there, hidden under the disgusting scent of the monsters. She choked on the smell but laid herself next to his destroyed body, "Firefoot," was all she said.
Breezeclaw dipped his head in sorrow. That made three dead warriors today. This was a very sad day for DuskClan. He looked upward to see a single, dark, muggy cloud loom over camp. It had the scent of the Dark Forest all over it. He unsheathed his claws, even in his old age, he'd kill the evil cats again and again if he could. They were going to pay for taking away three great warriors from this clan.
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Post by Alyx on Feb 15, 2011 21:08:16 GMT -5
Mintwhisker nodded her head to her apprentice as she showed up and began to help, relieved. Breezeclaw's announcement of his retirement send a million half-formed thoughts off buzzing like bees in her head.
Maybe she needed to think of retiring soon too. She was certianlly old enough to retire, and she was starting to become weak and had multiple aches and pains that hadn't been there in her past moons. If Brushleaf hadn't been there today, Breezeclaw might've died because she was too slow to treat all of his wounds.
She'd started to tell herself she'd think of it, snapping out of her thoughts and refocusing on the cats in the clearing as Heavyfoot rushed into the camp, looking like he'd seen a ghost, along with Firefoot's broken and torn body. She lowered her head in grief. Three clanmates that they'd never see again, never talk to or patrol with. Mintwhisker hoped they were happier in StarClan.
"I'm going to go clean up, I'll be back in three rabbithops." she rasped to her apprentice, picking up the unused herbs and paddign heavily back toward the medicine den.
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Post by Gold on Feb 16, 2011 17:22:27 GMT -5
Lunarstar dipped her head in sorrow. Why did three noble warriors have to die? Was it perhaps a message? Nonscense, she didn't believe in messages... only from the Dark Forest. She never got any of these 'messages' before, either. StarClan probably gave up on her, not like she believed in them either way. "Do you think... they are made at us?" she said to no cat directly. They... hmph. So many sunrises that I've lead this clan and we still don't follow the same beliefs. Pity... she thought with a silent grunt.
"I will announce all of the news at Dusk. I will also have to appoint a new deputy then" she said. Although I have to figure one out first...
(So... who's going to be the new deputy? Lunarstar should die... shortly afterwards. Who wants to be the new leader? Or... will they even have leaders when they split apart? Questions, questions... x3)
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Post by dragonfrog on Feb 16, 2011 17:47:53 GMT -5
( Heavyfoots mine btw Gol ;3 idc tho. )
Brushleaf nodded to her mentor as she padded away, horror clinging to her chest as the battered ginger body of Firefoot was brought into camp. " No... " The medicine apprentice breathed to herself, blinking her pale eyes sadly, how could all these dreadful things happen so quickly? Her gaze flicked to Lunarstar, " I...I don't know. Could our ancestors truly be sending a sign? "
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Post by Gold on Feb 16, 2011 19:52:55 GMT -5
(Ah, okay.  ) Lunarstar look at the medicine cat apprentice and thought for a second. I-I don't know..." she stammered. What did we do that was so wrong? Maybe it's a sign... a sign saying that we cannot thrive as one with seperate beliefs.... She decided to keep her thought a secret. She looked down at the three deceased bodies sprawled out before her. They all seemed to believe in StarClan for what she knew. Maybe it was a sign from the Dark Forest? Maybe they were instructing her to seperate her clan? But this didn't make sense. They've been flourishing for so long and now it's... over? Perhaps she should think more about this... |
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Post by Moo it's Lia on Feb 17, 2011 17:06:35 GMT -5
Rainstorm felt so sad, so lonely. She was pressed as far as she could against the cold body of her mate. Former mate. No, that sounded too odd. Firefoot is still her mate, isn't he? Could she be mates with a StarClan cat? She bit her tongue, DuskClan's leader and former deputy don't believe in StarClan. They follow the Dark Forest.
Breezeclaw looked away from the crowfood-smelling cloud that loomed over him like a bad omen. Lunarstar seemed to be thinking, lost in thought. Something is wrong, and whatever it is, it's not good.
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Post by dragonfrog on Feb 18, 2011 16:50:14 GMT -5
Heavyfoot gazed at the battered and broken bodies, flicking his gaze over to Rainstorm, Firefoot's mate. The massive tom padded slowly over to her, touching her ear with the tip of his nose, whispering," Starclan will welcome him as a true warrior. " He flinched a bit, remembering that he probably would have gotten a good cuff across the head if he had said such words aloud. As Heavyfoot has gotten older and older, into being a senior warrior, he has begun to switch his beliefs back to what they normally were, before Lunarstar told her clan that they should believe in the Dark Forest on that dreadful day. I hope Rainstorm doesn't notice... Heavyfoot's thoughts grumbled to himself as he sat down a few mouse lengths from the sad she-cat.
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Post by Moo it's Lia on Feb 18, 2011 21:42:13 GMT -5
Rainstorm looked up to Heavyfoot and nodded, feeling the kit inside her squirm a bit. She managed a small smile, "Yes, StarClan will welcome three strong warriors tonight," she mewed sadly. She honestly didn't care if the Dark Forest believers heard.
Badgerfang laid his son in the middle of the clearing. He had finished cleaning Greystorm's fur and it seemed to shine. The scent of his beloved son was starting to change into crow-food and foxes. He nodded, agreeing with what Heavyfoot and Rainstorm had said. Three great warriors have left here to hunt with StarClan.
Breezeclaw noticed that the three who have died were strong StarClan believers. Could this be a sign from the Dark Forest that there are strong warriors who find an alliance with StarClan? Would those cats dare revolt against their leader and (former) deputy? Perhaps splitting the clan would be the best. Those StarClan followers can go join DawnClan if they want to skirt around in the sun and worship the starry warriors.
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