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Post by smokey on Mar 10, 2011 1:50:38 GMT -5
OOC: Coming from 'the guillotine' WC VS RC FIGHT HERE
Smokeheart came into the camp exhausted, his paws felt like stones being dragged. They could barely move any longer, yet he continued on to Stormpelt's den. She always had that touch of making cats feel much better than they actually were. This battle was bad, a life lost, warriors and apprentices from both sides injured. It should have never gotten this far and yet it did. Smokeheart didn't feel a thing when he took Greencloud's life. It just felt like taking the life of prey. He never regretted it either, there was something wrong with him, wasn't there? There had to be something wrong with him, no cat in their right mind would keep a secret like this and not tell a soul that they were the one who killed the WindClan deputy in a small border fight. It had to be a problem in his gene pool to have that feeling of not feeling the lost of another cat dying by their paws. The gray warrior acted like he felt sorry for the death of Greencloud, but other than that he felt nothing at all.
The Russian Blue made his way to the medicine cat's den before collapsing to the ground. His limbs gave way to his weight as he had been trying to stay in battle as long as possible, but now, he could no longer hold himself up. He was a dead weight now with pain his shoulder from Stripestar attacking him to his forehead from WindClan cats and their leader attacking where it mattered most for them to focus. every cat took their eyesight for granted, but when they needed it most and didn't have it, they would freak out and not be able to know what to do. Smokeheart sort of felt like that earlier today, not being able to see and not being able to know what was going on around him once his eyesight was blinded by blood, it was hard to focus. He focused only trying to get out the way of the fight, to get out of there and to not be a causality of pointless battle lost.
As Smokeheart waited for Stormpelt to come, he passed out. It wasn't from the pain, but the pain of being sore and tired was his downfall. He couldn't keep himself awake any longer.
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Post by daisy on Mar 10, 2011 13:39:57 GMT -5
(Came from border fight...)
Silverstorm limped in after Smokeheart, her silver pelt matted with blood. Sighing, she laid down in the ferns, blinking quietly. Raising her head, she blinked again as Smokeheart fell over, her tail flicking in agitation. Why did this fight even happen? she wondered, relaxing her head onto her paws. "Smokeheart?" she meowed, flicking her ears at the Russian Blue. Not hearing anything from him, she glanced over to the tom and blinked, relizing he passed out. It's to be expected, she thought, closing her eyes herself. Yawning, she tried to sleep but her shoulder had been dislocated and it was giving her enough pain, to make her stay awake.
(Bleh, bad post. I'm sick though)
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Post by --*doveFLIGHT on Mar 10, 2011 20:38:22 GMT -5
doveflight of riverclan She's all laid up in bed with a broken heart | [atrb=border,0,true] Each stride the she-cat took shot pain up her spine. She knew there was now nerve damage to her shoulder, as well as the heavy bleeding. There was no time to stop now, and she pushed on through the pain. Her golden orbs showed sympathy for the very wounded Smokeheart. She knew he was more injured than she, and the she-cat felt like a baby feeling the pain. She knew it was not as intense as his.
As they reached the camp, he collapsed to the ground in front of her. Doveflight sat beside him as she weakly mewed, "Someone go grab Stormpelt. Smokeheart is badly wounded." Her voice was horse, and clouded with overwhelming pain. Her limbs ached so bad, and her shoulder was still pouring blood from the blow she received in battle. It took all she had not to pass out beside Smokeheart. Her eyes were fixed on his battered, and bloody body.
She whispered softly to him, "Just hang in there. You'll be fine." He was one of the strongest cats she knew. It must have been worse before her patrol got there. He looked so frail, and it almost sickened her to see him in such a condition. Vixenpaw was brave to take off as quick as she did. She tried to help her clan, but the young one could have easily been killed if she didn't leave.
Her mouth twitched at the thought of another cat dieing. She sighed and tried to smile at Feathertail. It wasn't a happy time for anyone, but she wasn't going to sit back and watch her clan mates be so upset over the loss. The most important thing was that everyone was still alive.
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Post by minnowtail on Mar 14, 2011 21:33:16 GMT -5
upon entering camp, minnowpaw and smokeheart headed straight for the medicine cats den. he limped inside, and she, unwounded, stood beside the entrance, her eyes staring out into the crowd of cats, returning and otherwise. it was easy to say that she was relieved to have smokeheart being tended to, after the heartattack he nearly gave her upon sight. but, in her lament and frustration for the border scrap, she saw nothing of use. just blurred figures slipping past her peripheral view.
she warned her clan-mates before they left that something like this might have happened. she learned the hard way! and they knew she knew, because nobody would shut up about it for the next week afterwards. mutefang taught minnowpaw a lesson within one happening, so why couldn't the rest of riverclan get the message through their skulls? was it really that hard? no. they just belittled minnowpaw because she was an apprentice, thinking they always knew better than apprentices did! feeling that this was true, her brow furrowed, maw pursing and puckering like old cherry-prune lips. she really didn't want to talk to anyone right now, unless it was feathertail, so she could yell at her! nobody had listened to her and it was all her mentors fault. if only she had stood up for minnowpaw, then this wouldn't have happened. the others would have listened to a senior warrior's advice.
and what about raggedpaw? her thoughts shifted to the scruffy mottled brown tom; was he alright? did he get hurt? she didn't even make it to the field, so she had no idea of whether or not he was involved. her heart filled with concern, and ears flattening to her cranium, she hung her head, grieving as if he had been there. as if he had died too. it felt all wrong, because if he had injured one of her clanmates, she should feel unease for that reason in its stead. somehow, she didn't. she didn't care about her clanmates at all! at this, she sighed, and let the waves of melancholy absorb her entire being.
this was a huge mess - in her heart, she was glad she had met the strange windclan tom, but in reality, all it had done for her was confuse her. she thought she was loyal to any end, any odds, but suddenly, she wasn't so sure. now that she was open to these possibilities, her indifference something to be feared, how did she know she wouldn't go and do something stupid? how did she know she wouldn't break the warrior code? someway, somehow, she had to keep herself under control, and stay away from that tom regardless how thinking of him drove her mad with affection. |
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Post by feathertail on Mar 26, 2011 11:51:10 GMT -5
feathertail "It's got me mixed up, trying not to give up. tell me there's a way to get out of here.
riverclan
Feathertail felt extremely wore out as she padded into camp. Familiar faces worn with care began to come out of their dens. Looks of shock befell the crowd of cats that returned. Many whispered quietly to themselves as the wounded warriors and apprentices poured into camp. They could already tell that whatever had happened was bad. Feathertail felt sad and defeated she just wanted to sleep for a thousand moons. The adrenaline from the battle was wearing off.She could feel the pain hot on her underbelly. From the scratches of the WindClan cats. She looked around the camp for Minnowpaw who, to her knowledge, had not even shown up to the battle.
She felt disappointed in her own apprentice. They hadn't ran that fast, there was no excuse. She just hadn't cared. She showed that in the camp before they had left. She would rather let her clan mates die than go to their rescue. It didn't matter if RiverClan was wrong or right. Even though this time they were wrong. They still had a duty to protect their friends and family. Family. WindClan had lost their deputy at the claws of a RiverClan cat. It was a pathetic move to kill another cat unless absolutely necessary. But no one knew who had done it or why. It would not easily be forgiven by Stripestar. Even with Feathertail's condolences. It could not make up for the empty space that would fill his heart.
Death was unforgiving she still looked upon ShadowClan with disgust. It did not matter that the foul act was committed many moons ago. It still stung. Her mother had been her everything, she never got to see her become a warrior. Her father fell apart, he became silent and demented. After her mother's death you could find him near the river talking to the rocks. Just like she was there, but she wasn't. There was no answer and one morning Feathertail found him dead in the sunlight, next to the river.
She caught a glimpse of a silver tabby's coat, much like that of her own. Minnowpaw, the poor apprentice. So much like her. With her own heartache. She looked upon the small apprentice as her own kin. She knew she was angry, you could tell by the pouty look on her maw. She thought she knew everything, and Feathertail was sure she would come prancing over to her and try to give her a piece of her mind. Claiming she was correct or some other mouse dung. She was hardheaded like Feathertail. She liked to think she was so open minded but she too had her blinders on. Sometimes the young she-cat couldn't see all the angles of the picture. It was something even Feathertail had to learn. She was an apprentice once too, and Badgerclaw had taken her out one night and answered all her questions. That sat upon a rock next to the river and simply talked about life, the clans, StarClan, etc. She would have to do that soon with Minnowpaw before she became a warrior.
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