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Post by Leopardstar on May 27, 2007 15:42:07 GMT -5
Sharptounge hissed at the retreating dog. A hiss that said "Come back and face your death!" The calico warrior turned her attention to the unconcious Featherpaw. "Featherpaw? Can you get up?" Sharptounge nudged the medicine cat apprentice with her muzzle.
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Post by ¥♥Snowhawk♥¥ on May 27, 2007 15:46:25 GMT -5
Swifstar dashed after the she-cats as he left the camp. When he reached the dogs, he saw Shaptounge and Featherpaw fighting of the Jack Russel Terrier when a Beagle jumped from the bushes. "Shaptounge," he yowled, "there is a Beagle behind you." Swiftstar jumped into the fight and slid his claws over the Beagle's ears. 'Take that, you brute." he hissed at the dog.
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Post by Leopardstar on May 27, 2007 15:47:42 GMT -5
ooc: Snow... Sharptounge and Featherpaw already drove the dogs off.
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Post by ◘Feathereth◘ on May 27, 2007 15:47:52 GMT -5
Featherpaw still lay there. She didn't react to Sharptounge's voice or nudge. She showed no sign of waking up. Blood trickled from her forehead. The young she-cat lay there spiraled out on the leaf-covered floor, her breaths were getting shorter.
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Post by ¥♥Snowhawk♥¥ on May 27, 2007 15:52:43 GMT -5
((sorry, Swiftstar can't resist. ;D))
Swiftstar looked at the medicne cat apprnetice. "Featherpaw, the Clan can't lose you." he said, nuging the apprentice. He turned to Sharptounge, "Can you take her back to camp?" he asked, quitly.
((Dang it, it is short.))
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Post by Leopardstar on May 27, 2007 15:54:55 GMT -5
Sharptounge started to get worried. She picked Featherpaw up by the sruff and began to drag her back to camp.
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Post by ◘Feathereth◘ on May 27, 2007 16:19:35 GMT -5
Unconscious Featherpaw was slumped over Sharptounge. Blood still dripped from her head but it had gone down a lot. Her side was bruised. Her breath was short but it hadn't got worse. She would make it if they could get a medicine cat to her soon.
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Post by Leopardstar on May 27, 2007 16:44:24 GMT -5
Sharptounge began to drag Featherpaw faster. After what seemed like a million moons she scented camp nearby.
ooc: To Camp
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Post by ◘Feathereth◘ on May 27, 2007 16:58:16 GMT -5
ooc: okay leopardstar seeing it that you are carrying her why don't you start the new trend in camp.
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Post by Leopardstar on May 27, 2007 17:12:44 GMT -5
ooc: What did you think I was going to do??!
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Post by ◘Feathereth◘ on May 27, 2007 17:13:51 GMT -5
ooc: okay, sorry just saying lol
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Post by Leopardstar on May 27, 2007 17:22:50 GMT -5
ooc: I know!
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Post by [.v.u.l.t.u.r.e.] on May 27, 2007 18:25:32 GMT -5
((Wait guys!))
Vulturepaw stalked through the undergrowth, his tail low, the tip twitching in anticipation as he crept up on an unsuspecting vole a couple tail-lengths ahead. He unsheathed his claws as he readied himself for the kill. He bunched up his muscles and sprang, eagerness flooding through him.
Woof! Woo-woo-woo-woo-woof! Vulturepaw hissed in rage and annoyance - expressing his irritable self - as a dog barked from somewhere nearby, causing the vole to squeak in fear and quickly scamper away, diving into a hole. The ThunderClan apprentice landed hard on the leaf-littered ground on his shoulder, yowling in agony as searing pain shot through his body. But that dog was close by, and he had to go find it before someone got hurt. ((Too late. xD))
Racing through the forest, his lean, sleek body weaving through the scattered aray of trees, Vulturepaw's eyes widened fearfully, and every hair on his handsome pelt began to prickle; the dog's scent was so strong now, it might as well have been standing right in front of him. The creature barked again, and he used the sound to track it.
Finally, Vulturepaw came to the place the medicine cat and her apprentice, Featherpaw, usually went to get juniper berries - and met a horrible sight. Sharptongue was dragging the unconscious body of Featherpaw across the forest floor, clearly trying to get her back to camp as quickly as possible. The dog was nowhere to be seen, but what did Vulturepaw care about the badger dung dog when Featherpaw was in this awful state?!
The tabby tom flinched and cursed under his breath, trying to resist racing over to the young she-cat's side and licking the blood off her beautiful gray-striped pelt. Vulturepaw knew he was in love with Featherpaw, but he tried his hardest to ignore it; to pretend like he had no idea of this unusual feeling - even though he knew exactly what it was. He knew exactly what his heart was leading him to: Featherpaw. But he couldn't! Featherpaw was a medicine cat, and Vulturepaw could never face the taunts and jeers he would recieve if he admitted his love for her. With his reputation, and her calling that she couldn't give up...they could never be.
"Sharptongue!" Vulturepaw yowled, bounding over to the calico she-cat. "What happened?!" he demanded, narrowing his eyes impatiently. But they soon filled with concern and fear as he stared down at the bedraggled Featherpaw. What's going to happen to her? he asked himself silently. He was going to ask Sharptongue, but he couldn't choke the words out. The thought of what could happen was just too unbearable.
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Post by [.v.u.l.t.u.r.e.] on May 27, 2007 18:44:34 GMT -5
((Sorry for doubleposting, but let's just ignore that post I just made, since they're already at camp. =) )
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