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    Twenty-six moons » She-cat » Warrior » [/size]





    On her way back to camp, most of her puncture wounds on the sides of her body had re-opened, coating her pelt that was already covered in dark, dried blood some more. The little she-cat was a ragged mess. From her pelt that was now torn in so many places and slicked with her own blood, to her limbs that were cut up and sore from falling from such a height, to her right eyes that was still clouded. Littlemouse leaned up against the large tree in the camp, panting from her painful walk and looked around in hopes that not too many cats would be out and see her in this state.




    Blazerun burst into camp and looked around wildly, his side burning from his race through the forest. Shatteredstar still isn't here... Sighing hopelessly, he spotted Littlemouse and hurried over to her. "Are you okay? I have something to tell you," he rushed, his voice sounding breathless as he looked her up and down. "You look horrible... Oh, not in that way... I mean, like, uh... You know, you're hurt and... Yeah," he muttered, his ears flattening in embarrassment as he looked away. "Anyway, I found Mudnose and Clawscrape and I heard them plotting against Shatteredstar again. They were in that hollow next to the river, and they said that no one would find out if they killed her in a certain way. I didn't hear what it was, though.'

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]the diluted tortie gave a curious look in blazerun's direction as he ran off. what was he apologizing for besides scaring the hell out of the apprentice? he turned back to amberflame and silvermoon, quirking an eyebrow at the warrior's behavior. whatever, it didn't bother him that much. [ ah what is THIS ][size=3pt]a

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    OOC: I'm very curious as to what the two are planning but shh! don't tell me. I want to be surprised. x3


    IC: When Blazerun ran over to the small group Silvermoon turned his gaze to him, blinking slowly. Out of the camp still. He gave a flick of his tail and nodded. It was probably a mix of the two, the old tom knowing that Shatteredstar often hunted when she needed to get something off her mind. His attention moved to a small kit that was sitting outside the nursery. Rosekit was six moons now and, just like Triggerpaw, was going to need a mentor. He would have to remind Shatteredstar when she returned.


    His attention was drawn back to Blazerun when the tom backed away from the group and into a couple clan-mates before bolting out of the camp. That was...strange. His eyes narrowed as he stared at the camp entrance. Everyone was acting so strange today. Giving himself a shake he sat down. He had known that Shatteredstar's return would have everyone on edge but this... This was going to take some time to get used to. Silvermoon looked back at the pair and blinked. "If you sleep all day you won't learn anything, you know," he said to Triggerpaw. Of course the males were always lazy if there wasn't a battle to fight, but that was going to change now.


    But again his attention was being drawn away from the present when the smell of blood reached the camp. Silvermoon's fur bristled as he turned to look at the camp entrance, quickly fearing the worst. His worries lessened as he saw Littlemouse limp into the camp, but they did not disappear completely. Turning to look at the pair beside him he dipped his head politely. "If you'll excuse me..." And with that he turned and padded over to Littlemouse. "What happened to you? Ah, never-mind, just let me take a look at you." Giving the she-cat a quick sniff and a brief look-over, he decided that he first needed to get the wounds to stop bleeding, as well as pop her leg back into place. "Don't move," he meowed sternly before racing into his den.


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    Blazerun watched Silvermoon treat Littlemouse, anxiously peering over the medicine cat's shoulder. "Is she going to be okay?" He asked, hovering around them, trying to get glimpses of the situation. Suddenly distracted by a certain scent, he turned his head and watched Clawscrape and Mudnose enter camp. They were wearing smug smirks, their tails held high and their fur slick, shining in the bright sun. Padding over, he frowned, his amber gaze blazing with anger. How could those two mutts betray their own clan? "Why are you two so happy?" He asked, feigning innocence and curiosity. Hopefully his question didn't rise suspicion between the two; after all, curiosity killed the cat. Clawscrape simply shrugged, smiling at Mudnose with a knowing look before shoving past Blazerun. Mudnose followed in suit, and they both disappeared into the warriors den.

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    The she-cat mumbled something about falling from a tree to Silvermoon before looking up at Blazerun who was looming over the medicine cat.
    "Blazerun," Littlemouse sighed, "You're fretting over me like I'm about to die. It's just a few scrapes and a shoulder injury. No big deal." Gently she put weight onto her left paw, only to wince and lift the paw up to her chest. Whatever Silvermoon was doing was working, the pain had mellowed to a stinging sensation instead of the throbbing heat she felt moments ago. The tiny warrior looked over at her now matted pelt and wrinkled her nose in disgust. She was an absolute mess.




    "Whatever," he muttered, his gaze still filled with anxiety. "You are not to return to your duties until you feel well enough tomorrow. You are to take the rest of today off and rest; no exceptions." Turning around, he sighed, disappearing into the warriors den to keep an eye on Mudnose and Clawscrape.

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    IC: Coldgaze padded off to a secluded place in camp, ignoring the blood trickling from his ear where Littlemouse bit down on it.


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    "No matter how hard things get, I'll always give it every last breath to help protect my clan."
    Bramblestrike; Ashclan
    "Hawkfrost! I ... I didn't want this."
    Brambleclaw; Thunderclan
    "We will meet again, my brother. This is not over yet."
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    Now I don't believe men are born to be killers.
    I dont believe the world can't be saved.
    How did you get here and when did it start?
    An innocent child, with a thorn in his heart.
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    Popping the she-cats shoulder back into place had been the hardest part, but it had been done and if she took it easy for a while Silvermoon knew there wouldn't be any permanent damage. Littlemouse had seemed to notice that her leg was starting to feel better and had decided to test her weight on it only to quickly lift her paw. Silvermoon flicked his tail as he gave her shoulder a sniff. "It's back in place but do as Blazerun ordered," he meowed, doing his best to work around the fretting tom. "Keep your weight off of it for a while, stay in your nest for at least a day. This doesn't mean you can go hunting tomorrow, though. I want to take a look at it tomorrow before you do anything. If it doesn't look right to me then you can't hunt, and if you have a hard time sleeping I can give you a poppy seed."


    He gave the she-cat a stern gaze, letting her know he was serious. The last thing the Clan needed was a cat out of work for a while. It was bad enough the toms were all being lazy. The old feline didn't bother looking to see where Blazerun went, instead focusing on finishing up his work. Silvermoon gave her wounds a sniff. Most were small, thankfully, but there were some that could have easily opened up again if she moved wrong. Sitting down he took his time bandaging them with the cobwebs from his storage. He was going to have to get some more later, just in case. "You're lucky these aren't too bad. Most of them will heal in a couple of days. I don't want you opening them so try not to move too much." Her pelt was a mess and that was something that was going to have to change. "Have an apprentice or two clean your pelt for now. Is there anything else bothering you?"
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    The young she-cat had been up since dawn. She was six moons now, which meant that she was going to receive her mentor at any moment. Rosekit couldn't wait and had had a hard time getting any sleep the night before, but despite the lack of rest she was full of energy. There had been no talk about who was going to be her mentor, or what she was going to learn, but she was ready for anything. And so, without having anything better to do, Rosekit had helped her mother clean out the nursery before running outside to play.


    That had been earlier that morning and already she had run circles around the camp. She had seen Shatteredstar return earlier only to eat before leaving the camp again, all without noting that she needed to hold the ceremony. Rosekit hoped she hadn't forgotten about it. That would have been horrible! Just in case she had, the orange and white tabby had taken a seat at the edge of the clearing, eyes trained on the entrance; she would be the first to know of Shatteredstar's return. She had watched the others come and go and was now watching Silvermoon treat Littlemouse's wounds, but she was getting bored.


    Rolling onto her back she laid there for a moment. Everyone always looked funny when one was upside down, but no one was doing much of anything to keep her entertained. Sighing heavily Rosekit stretched, her claws digging up clumps of grass before she relaxed. She watched as Triggerpaw stormed off toward the apprentice den only to roll onto her stomach and blinked. Had she missed something? Deciding to see what had happened, Rosekit hopped to her paws and bounded over to him, pawing at his tail when she reached him. "Hey Triggerpaw, guess what!"

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    IC: Coldgaze frowned as he tried cleaning the blood from his ear.


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    "No matter how hard things get, I'll always give it every last breath to help protect my clan."
    Bramblestrike; Ashclan
    "Hawkfrost! I ... I didn't want this."
    Brambleclaw; Thunderclan
    "We will meet again, my brother. This is not over yet."
    Hawkfrost; Riverclan/Dark Forest
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    Now I don't believe men are born to be killers.
    I dont believe the world can't be saved.
    How did you get here and when did it start?
    An innocent child, with a thorn in his heart.
    World So Cold, 12 Stones
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    The tiny she-cat opened her mouth to reject Blazeruns orders to stay inside, only to realize he was doing it not as a ppunishment but so she could get better. Turning back to Silvermoon, she nodded at his orders.
    "Uh," Littlemouse wiggled her body a bit just checking to make sure she didn't miss any injuries. "None that I can feel." The she-cat gave the Medicine cat a tiny smile of gratitude and began limping towards the exit of the den so she could go to her nest but stopped short, almost toppling over. "Wait," The warrior turned to look back at Silvermoon, "My left eye. Its been blurrier than usual. It started after I fell. I don't think anything is wrong but I just thought you should know."




    Blazerun poked his head through the warrior den's entrance before he stepped inside, looking around the dark and damp hollow. He saw Clawscrape and made his way over. "Hey, where's Mudnose? I need to talk to him," Blazerun acted, keeping up his cool demeanour. Clawscrape shrugged, smirking.


    "He went out alone to clear his head," Clawscrape replied, struggling to keep back a laugh that bubbled in his throat. He watched as Blazerun exited the den and let out a loud, smug purr. "Lying is so easy," he muttered to himself, chuckling under his breath as he stood up, stretching before he exited the den.

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    Her entrance hadn't been the slightest bit quiet, especially with her calling out her newest clanmate's name, but she didn't care. Rosekit was too excited about earning her apprentice name to be quiet. She hopped in place as Triggerpaw turned to face her, her whiskers trembling excitedly. Her eyes lit up as she stared at him. "When Shatteredstar gets back we get to become full-fledged apprentices! Isn't that exciting? We can go hunting and training together, and go on patrols together too!" In truth she really didn't know when they were having the ceremony but it couldn't have been too far off.


    Bouncing like a rabbit Rosekit started hopping in circles around Triggerpaw. Of all the males in the Clan he was the only one who didn't scare her, but he was also the only one close to her own age. He hadn't been in the Clan long enough to get the mean streak the other males seemed to have. Maybe he just wasn't old enough yet. Still hopping around Triggerpaw she spoke up again. "I wonder who our mentors will be. Oh! And what we're going to do first. I've never been outside the camp so I can't wait to see the territory. It's going to be so exciting!"

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    Silvermoon watched as Littlemouse gave herself a quick inspection, testing her other limbs and looking over her pelt to see if there was anything he had missed. She seemed satisfied with everything and he gave a nod. As Littlemouse turned to leave his den he began to pick up the remaining herbs that he had set down nearby, but he paused when Littlemouse suddenly spoke up. Something wrong with her eye? Setting his herbs down once more he turned back to the she-cat. "Let me see," he ordered as he padded over to her.


    He remained silent as he took a close look at her eye. At first everything seemed to be in order, nothing wrong, but as he tilted his head slightly he saw it. A tiny scratch across her eye. Silvermoon straightened himself. "You must have hit something on your way down, you've scratched your eye." He glanced over at his herbs as he thought for a moment. "It should be fine so long as you keep it clean. Any dirt in it and you'll lose your sight completely. But it should clear up within a few days if you don't get it infected or strain it." Silvermoon stood and walked over to his herbs, pawing at them for a moment before looking back over his shoulder at the warrior. "If your vision gets worse or it doesn't start to clear up come and see me, I'll see what I can do about it."©Quill
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    IC: Coldgaze frowned in annoyance.


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    "No matter how hard things get, I'll always give it every last breath to help protect my clan."
    Bramblestrike; Ashclan
    "Hawkfrost! I ... I didn't want this."
    Brambleclaw; Thunderclan
    "We will meet again, my brother. This is not over yet."
    Hawkfrost; Riverclan/Dark Forest
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    Now I don't believe men are born to be killers.
    I dont believe the world can't be saved.
    How did you get here and when did it start?
    An innocent child, with a thorn in his heart.
    World So Cold, 12 Stones
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    Saying a quick thank you to Silvermoon, the she-cat limped her way to the warrior den in hopes of taking a nap. Her body no longer felt like it was on fire from all the pain but she was starting to feel a bit achy. She noticed Blazerun leaving the den but nothing crossed her mind as she walked past Clawscrape and settled down in her nest, wrapping her tail around her body.





    (dont really know what's going on but imma post anyway XD)
    Amberflame
    Amberflame lifted her head from her spot in the shade, her green eyes carefully scanning over the camp. Though she would like to have stayed in her comfortable spot, she didn't want to have to hear about it from some snappy tom. The cinnamon tabby sat up, searching for the deputy Blazerun to see if there was anything she needed to do.