THERE'S A WAY TO HEAVEN | OPEN. DODGER FOUND. | THAT I'LL NEVER KNOW

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    / please don't post until Dodger does, tracks are welcomed




    The mountain was dead. In every sense of the word, the mountain, all of Scarclan, had begun to shrivel up and die like an old prune. Dragonpaw, for each member that had left, found himself growing more and more bitter. Loyalty had dimmed to a small flicker, a flicker that the cougar intended to keep lit with at least his own faith. For once, being here, amongst the clan and helping as an achilles, he'd begun to feel happy. In his anxious, fear filled world, the initiate could hold his head high and feel strong. Power no longer concerned him now that his body had filled out.




    But power alone could not change the fate of many outcomes, he'd soon learn, like this one, once again striking fear into the cougar's dark heart.




    Dragonpaw had been out to the stream like always, washing himself, cleaning his paws before his afternoon meal when his ice blue eyes noticed vultures circling rather close to camp. He'd come this way just about an hour before and nothing had been laying dead, nothing had even been stirring around the edge of camp. It could easily have been someone from camp, collapsed- but the heat of day had been stifled by thunder clouds that threatened to open up overhead. Heat exhaustion was much less likely to occur today than it had been yesterday or a few days before, so, he was perplexed. In fear of another Exile attack, the massive wildcat had started back quite quickly, consistently looking ahead to the vultures and the ashen sky. He may of very well trampled over the bloodied lump laying before him should his nose have not caught the wolf's nasty, decaying stench. While his heart began to pound, he himself could not move. The smell, the smell of rot and sickness drew forth that eve rpresent fear: death by illness. While helping his leader was the most important objective any clan cat could have his mind lashed against itself to keep him still. He'd found Dodger. And the mess he'd found wasn't good.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 450px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt;][justify]Being captured by the Exiles had not been part of Dodger's grand plan. That is, if he had a grand plan, mostly the wolf just tried to do his best everyday, he took things as they came and tried not to think too much about the future. That however, had all gone up in flames when he was taken. His wolf body was mangled and bloody, Dodger probably wouldn't survive if he shifted back into it, right now he was lying on his side in his eagle body, having escaped and flown away. None of the Exiles had avian bodies, and he considered himself lucky that they were too disorganized to chase after him.


    He groaned and opened an eye, focusing on the figure of the wildcat standing in front of him. "Dragonpaw?" Oh good, it was a clanmate, thank the Gods. If it had been another Exile on their territory ready to capture yet another member, he probably wasn't going to survive this. He probably isn't going to survive this anyway. One of his wings was almost torn clean off, and his left eye had been gouged out by wayward claws. Dodger looked like a right mess, the Exiles were clearly stepping up their torture game, or maybe it was because he was Scarclan's leader.

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px; height: auto;][justify][size=8]The Exiles wouldn't kill him. Twisted would. "Dodger, if you die I swear to fucking God.." They were losing their deputy, their councilors, the leader could not go missing as well. He had a fucking job to do, and if Twistedhalo had to kick his ass to get him up she'd damn well do it. Since Dragonpaw was frozen, Twisted said to the apprentice, "Get cobwebs."
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    Although he could obviously see the need in Dodger, his ears lay flattened against his skull and his claws dug deep into the earth. There was... blood. Blood everywhere. Despite his urge to move forward, to help the dying wolf, the achilles felt his back paw take an abrupt step back. The fear had come back and was biting, the bright blue flames surrounding his large paws bright with anxious tensions.




    "Dodger... sir," his lips quivered as he spoke. What else was there to say? Here his leader was, dying before his very eyes, and he had no idea what to even begin to do. "They.. they messed you up pretty bad." Even with Twisted's words his ears could only press back more. He couldn't exactly conjure, nor did he even know where to begin looking for cobwebs. Again, he remained stoic, hesitant to even breathe.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px;text-align: justify; line-height: 100%]So he'd been found? Looks like there was no need for that rescue raid then. Sighing, the chimera hurried over on his short legs and let his jaded gaze fall upon the leader. Tilting his cranium in a descending manner to look at his paws, the male shuffled nervously before taking a deep breath and focusing back to the leader.


    A burning urge was coursing through Tripwire's small frame as he assessed the leaders situation and some sort of.. feeling was urging him to act, guiding him what to do. Albeit, it was confusing and a little scary but nevertheless, Tripwire let the strange urges and feelings take over and stopped trying to resist them. Soon, he was breathing steadily and his paws managed to grow various herbs beneath him and the ebony cat conjured up cobwebs. If he was honest, he had no idea what the * any of the herbs he just grew were useful for but apparently the body he was stuck in did. Advancing forward towards Dodger, Tripwire sat down and eyed the wolf carefully "c-can I h-heal y-you?" he asked calmly, taking steadying breaths to keep calm and professional. If it was really him, he'd be sitting away silently screaming at himself because he didn't know what to do but this new makeover seemed to know and he wouldn't fight that. If it meant keeping Dodger alive, he'd do all he could.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 450px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt;][justify]It was getting harder to take breaths deep enough to feel solidly attached to the world, maybe his lungs were giving out, or maybe Dodger just couldn't breathe properly anymore, whatever the case, he was fading. "Do what you can," the eagle breathed out, wincing as he shifted a little to get more comfortable. Cobwebs? Yeah that sounded like it was right, the wolf didn't really know much about healing and in his current state it was difficult to remember what herbs were supposed to help with wounds like these. Could anything help with wounds like these. Dodger wouldn't be helping himself that was for sure.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 2px;]SCARCLAN — ACHILLES — HOVER FOR TAGS — ATTACK IN BLACK[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial;]Combined with Super Senses and the murmuring of NPCs, Bruce rushed to the scene as quickly as possible. Dragon paw, Twistedhalo, and Tripwire were all here... That was good. At least Dodger is with people. Not that Bruce thought he'd die; those injures looked too little for him to die from. But hey, what did he know? The only thing he did know was that Dodger's left wing being torn out must have hurt like a bitch. A lot worse than the others, yeah?


    Hearing Tripwire ask to heal Dodger, Bruce let out a sigh of relief. They had someone here with medical knowledge. "Need me to get anything?" He asked Tripwire, though was looking at Dodger worriedly as he said that. He may not know what any of the herbs looked like, but he could at least try, right?

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    Than watched the scene from a small distance away, not really knowing what he felt. Was it sorrow? Fear? Anger? Guilt? Whatever it was it was trying to take control of him and he refused to be beaten by emotions. He took a few deep breaths and walked up, trying to keep calm. "Is there... umm... anything... anything I can do to help?" His knowledge of herbs was limited, but he felt that he just had to do something, or at least offer and show that he felt something... For once in his life, he realised, all the emotions he was feeling and, in any other circumstance would have buried deep down, were showing on his face and in his yellow eyes.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px; height: auto;][justify][size=8]Alright, Dragonpaw was next on her list. Kicking his ass to get him moving was now on the agenda. Tripwire seemed like he was going to do something useful, so Twisted just conjured up poppy seeds. Pain was probably making the entire experience incredibly shit. "Eat these." She put the few seeds next to his mouth. Didn't need him passing out from the feeling, and staying awake to make sure he didn't die was a priority. Hearing Than, she replied, "If you have any knowledge about medicine, now is the time to use it." This was a time where her little dove would be useful.
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    Frozen. He remained frozen until all of the chaos sounded and his body finally lurched forward. He was sickly. He was... was a danger. Dangers had to be eliminated. The cougar broke forth from the crowd and approached Dodger, shaking. Than had watched before as his fear caused him to lash out against the subject of such and now was no different. The flames upon his paws were so bright and burning now that as he rushed forward, the light was nearly blinding.




    He was diseased. Disgusting. Dodger had to be eliminated.




    With his eyes dazed and not his own, the achilles aimed to rake his flaming claws down the dying wolf's throat, ripping it out if successful. Without the threat of illness, he would live and be fine. He'd survive even if Dodger did not.
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    "Dragonpaw, what-" Ren had initially been happy, seeing Dodger back. Injured... but he back, safe and sound, somewhat. She had let her guard down. "No, don't!" the serval said, although she knew her words would be in vain, only able to watch Dragonpaw's claws inch closer to Dodger's neck.



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    ren — 16 months — female — npc x npc — albino serval; pink eyes — scarclan tribune — wears a hairpin attached to a string as a necklace


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    Dodger was back Red knew that, he could deal that that, he could cope with that. The leader had been gone for a while and it had brought up issues in himself, mainly that right now that he couldn't cope with his clan. Red had left Trip and Bruce to do their own thing and Red had been told that he could step in. Red never did. It was too frightening and it made the feline nervous to think people were expecting things of him, Red wanted the former deputy Faustus to be here, or his sister, or Calliope, Breakdance, fuck Red wanted anything to cling to now. Red wanted anybody to cling to now.


    Dodger was being attacked by Dragonpaw, Red couldn't deal with that, he couldn't cope with that. It caused a sudden jolt of panic surging through the male and he found himself opening his mouth as if to cry out anything to the pair but never let anything escape his maw. A silent scream Red felt like he was going to pass out, Red felt like he was going to die. His head in spite of not being able to talk anymore thrashed about desperately as he looked to Bruce and Ren, weren't they going to do anything? Was there anything to do? Red didn't know, Red didn't know anything anymore as his head spun wildly. He was going to be sick. * d.. d-dodger!


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px; height: auto;][justify][size=8]She'd been too focused on the fucking cobwebs. Trying to stop his bleeding before it got any worse. Dragonpaw came out of nowhere and sliced open the actual leader's throat. That wasn't something that Twist could slap a bandaid on. Fuck, fuck, fuck! What the hell was happening? A mercy kill? He was her target now. This is what Chimeras were for, right? The fighting force? Bruce could try to reason with words, but Twistedhalo wouldn't bother. The cougar was a traitor now. Harming the leader had to be a rule. The cheetah aimed to bitchslap Dragonpaw, claws and all, hoping to knock him to the ground with the amount of force she was using.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; font-size:8pt; line-height:150%; text-align:justify]Riley was there, staring at Twistedhalos' outstretched paw as she aimed to slap the apprentice. What..? "Sir!"
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px;text-align: justify; line-height: 100%]Tripwire looked at the others and gave a short nod to Bruce and Than before pointing to the stream with his fluffy black paw. "I n-need y-you b-both to g-get a-a b-bowl of f-fresh w-water each. O-one for m-me and a-another f-for Dodger" The feline explained before turning his body towards Twisted and nodded in agreement.


    Going back to growing the required herbs he needed, Trip was caught off guard by the dangerously loud sounds of someone approaching. Sometimes super senses came in hand you know? But when they completely dimmed his hearing and vision that was when there was a problem. Spinning around, his eyes were met with the one and only Dragonpaw making his way to attack their leader. Now that was something the feline would not tolerate so almost instinctively, Tripwire sent a strong blast of wind in Dragonpaw's direction hoping to push him back and if unsuccessful he'd move over Dodger's body so he would recieve the attack instead.


    "W-we need t-to h-hold D-dragonp-paw down s-so I c-can w-work w-without h-having t-to risk u-using m-my malfuntioning p-powers" The short feline fumbled over his words quickly as he added cobwebs gently onto Dodger's eye socket. "I-i'm g-going t-to n-need to a-amput-tate y-your w-wing" Trip stuttered nervously, looking down at the leader nervously. If he was to amputate the wing he'd need complete concentration and if Dragonpaw was trying to attack he'd probably make the cut wrong and could seriously injure the eagle more than he already was.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 450px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt;][justify]The sudden swipe of a flaming paw at his throat was less of a surprise and more of an "oh I suppose that was inevitable". Dodger knew he couldn't survive this anyway, perhaps a quick death was easier to handle then a death that as long, slow, drawn-out and painful. Perhaps it was finally his end, he had been in Scarclan for so long, and had been alive for even longer. Dodger couldn't really say he did much, but at least he lived to see Scarclan thrive and prosper, at least he lived long enough to see that all his family members were alright. Maybe it was time to join Breakdance where he belonged.


    A last gurgling breath, and then the eagle fell still.


    [ gonna put up a meeting real quick :^) ]