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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=3px; width: 350px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 180%; color:#1F2124][justify]The days were long. Fourteen sunrises so far, thirteen sunsets.


    The twolegs planned to keep him as far as he knew, holding him in a cage underneath the den. He was fed once every two sunrises. Given water twice per two sunrises. It was inhumane.


    He woke up with a shiver, his vision blurry even as he tried to blink it away. It was cold and he was laying on a white table, four twolegs surrounding him. Everything was numb and he was drowsy. It wasnt natural, the four twolegs were doing something to his scar'ed leg. They had sharp rocks from what he could tell but the tabby passed out before his vision could clear.


    The next time he woke up was at the sound of cheering. Or what sounded like cheering. The four twolegs were hugging now, pointing to his leg and smiling. The wicked grins were torture to his eyes. But atleast now, his vision was more clear than before. The bicolor eyes landed on his leg and widened instantly on sight. They had removed his leg and replaced it with some metal thing. It felt gross. A disgusting invention from the four twolegs.


    He lashed out.


    Storm had managed to gather all his stength and strike at the restraints holding him down. First, biting it to free his paws, then tearing it up. He ran out of the room, barely slipping through the entrance of the white room. Then managing to slip out of the front exit. He hoped onto the bottom of the monster that his twolegs had arrived in. After a few minutes the twolegs returned and grumpily climbed in it. Then they were off.


    It took til sunhigh for them to arrive to their den. Once they did, Stormgaze hopped off and ran into the direction of his home, Windclan. It wasnt far but took him until sunrise the next day to arrive. He had managed to disregard the pain emitting from his new leg and run on it despite.


    He was tired and hungry, collapsed in the entrance to camp. He couldnt do anymore. His legs hurt, especially the metal one, he was bleeding from hopping on the bottom of the monster and running through things, he hasnt ate in three days, didnt exercise in fifteen. The brown tabby was down for the count.


    //this takes place two weeks after he was captured and he isnt retro to Darkclan's arrival so feel free to post as a Darkclanner
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    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-size: 10pt; font-family: georgia]Otterstar made out the brown tabby fur of Stormgaze, and paused in his attempt to stalk a rabbit, yellow eyes wide. He knew that the young warrior had been captured by Twolegs, but... he hadn't expected him to come back. Otterstar loped towards the tom, golden eyes bright, and skidded to a stop in front of him. "Stormgaze! It's good to see y-... What is that?" Otterstar's gaze had fallen to the metal prosthetic, and disgust flashed in his gaze. Had the Twolegs done that? He prodded at it with one paw, surprised to see that it was stuck to Stormgaze's leg.

    Cloudyheart came up behind her brother, blinking at the tom. She hadn't met him before, had she? He certainly didn't appear to be normal, what with his metal leg. It must have been twolegs to do the thing to him; she'd never seen such a thing. She'd seen three-legged cats before, but never....this. "What happened?"

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    Oh StarClan, he was back...?
    "Stormgaze!" he burst out, whole body shaking with fear for the other. "We need to get him to Honwyheart, or he'll bleed too much or something or --" his voice ended in a wail of distress.
    //holy shirt they need a really emotional thread after this where Harrierwing confesses and crap

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    Maw burried in the ground, he sighed as three cats approached. One, Otterstar, who seemed to want to know what was on his arm. He didnt have to look to know that. One, some she-cat, who appeared to want to know what happened. Then Harrierwing, his heart broke when he heard Harrier.


    "The twolegs put this on me," he choked out, throat as dry as the savannah. He was still lying on his stomach so that put difficulties too. "I was attacked while I was sleeping and captured. The twolegs kept me in some mental box until yesterday then took off my arm and replaced it with..this." He lifted up his face out of the dark and turned it to Harrier. He gave the tom a smile to calm him down. "I can live from the scratches, I need water and food though. My body is exhausted."
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    "That sounds...odd," Cloudyheart murmured. The twolegs were certainly interesting creatures, but she'd never heard of one capturing wild cats and attaching metal to their limbs. Or well, lack of limb in this case? As the tom said he needed food and water, she immediately felt bad. Of course he did, she should have known that. Padding forward, she attempted to brush against the tom to support his weight if he stood up. If they could get him back to camp, she'd be able to easily fetch what he needed while Honeyheart looked at him.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 350px; border-left: 1px solid grey; border-right: 1px solid grey;][justify]Pigeonkit had heard the commotion, and made her way over with a curious look in her eyes. The light blue optics widened as she took in his metal leg. He stunk strongly of Twolegs, and she couldn't help but to crinkle her nose. At the same time, her eyes wouldn't look away from the leg. She knew that it was rude to stare — but at the same time, she was young, and this was something new to her. It was hard to tear her gaze away from.


    Food. He had said that he wanted food. Pigeonkit found herself growing excited at the prospect of doing something for her Clan. For once, she wasn't just a useless kit! Pigeonkit made her way over to the fresh-kill pile, picked out the largest rabbit, and waited for Cloudyheart to carry Stormgaze the rest of the way into the camp. Meanwhile, she forced herself to look away from his leg, and to wear a mature expression.
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