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[size=7pt][glow=white,2,300]Torchedcub || 5 moons || Female || HawkClan || Vulpes Vulpes || Single
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I decided to bring her back into activity, any of those who remember her.
And I wanted to start over, so why not a memory wipe?
Torchedcub padded along the beach of their new home. Well, it was new to her anyway. She hadn't been down there much at all. Then the fox cub looked farther down the sandy hills. Where there were crashing waves. To any other mammal, they may not seem as much, but to her they were pretty big. But she liked adventure. She bounded down the beach, reaching the shore and taking a step into the water. And a step more. And a step more. And a wave. Oh, and a wave. It curled over her, in slow motion it seemed, and swept her off her feet. It carried her out to sea, coming back to one of the small parts of the cliff, where it slapped across the rocks, bringing Tori with it.
Pain echoed through her skull, as she clung to the wall, and then the waves retreated out to the ocean again. As quickly as possible, she tried to climb up the cliff face, but suddenly her left paw let go, without her telling it to... strange... and she fell back in the water, that, this time, floated her back to shore.
Dragging herself out of the ocean, Tori spat out some water and quickly grabbed her scarf in her mouth, which was about to be pulled away. She plopped down on the beach and sighed. She should really... she didn't know. As a trickle of blood ran down the back of her head, she tried frantically to grasp the memories, the memories that were drifting away, out to who knew where. Everything, her father leaving, her littermates, their leader, all gone, except for a couple words. HawkClan. Masonpaw. Hunting. Tori. She repeated them over and over in her mouth, but they just didn't make sense together. Okay, okay, she could remember, she could remember. HawkClan. Bridge tunnel. That was where she lived. Masonpaw, her father. Hunting... both a verb and the name of her clanmate. And Tori. That was her, Torchedcub. She wouldn't forget that.
Suddenly she felt a paw forcing her head down. She looked behind her, and it was gone. Wha...? It came again, but this time it didn't work, she turned around, and felt a pain in her paw. It dropped down from where it was being held against her head. That's...odd... she thought to herself. "Lefty Lucy are you trying to mess with me?" she said aloud, knowing perfectly well it couldn't hear her. It was part of her own body, after all. "Well it's not gonna work," she told it, getting up. "C'mon, we're walking now." But it didn't move. "Come oon!" she growled, picking it up with her paw and semi-limping. Stupid paws... She cringed a bit as she remembered the wound on her head. It was tiny, really, just a little scar to show where she had been hit. Sighing, the fox continued back to camp.
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