RAISE A GLASS TO THE FOUR OF US - open; return

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    ooc; Although this is a returning thread, I don't know how active I will be, or anything of that sort. I already know that until November, I won't be able to get on during weekends, and then starting September 17th, I won't be able to get on at all on Fridays. I am also in college, so I don't have much time already to get on, the only reason I'm on now is due to me having three hours to kill while I am at the front desk working for a bit, since I don't have homework in the mornings. So yeah... fair warning, I am basically a casual roleplayer, although I love to get on here as much as possible, I just don't have the time.


    ic;; The sun was low, rising, in fact, when Quailwhisker limped over the border as fast as he could, scared to look behind him in case there was a twoleg chasing him, trying to get him back. They had already taken him once, and then the last time he had tried to escape, they had roared and chased after him, only to catch him once he stopped to wait for monsters to pass over their thunderpath. It didn't help that he wasn't the quickest runner in WindClan either, and it wouldn't exactly be easy to tunnel his way through their yard - the grass was fake and hard to break with his paws.


    Daring a look behind him, the feline would notice that he was safe - there was no one there - and a sigh would escape his lips before he slowed his pace, ears pinning to his head as he grimaced, teeth digging into his bottom lip as he tried not to cry out - he was strong... he could do this. When he had been escaping the first time, the small twoleg kit had grabbed him by one of his paws, and when he had been lifted up, it had pulled his shoulder out of place, and the sudden motion of all that plus him moving around trying to get free had caused the kit's grip to tighten around his arm, and it had broken slightly. Needless to say the warrior was in a lot of pain.


    When he finally reached the entrance to the camp, he would pause for a moment, blinking his eyes before calling out for Otterbrook.

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    "hey!" poppypaw yelled, as at first she thought quailwhisker was a intruder. he definitely didn't smell like the moors anymore. it was only until he came closer that she recognized who he was. "quailwhisker?" she asked in disbelief. hadn't he been taken by twolegs?
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