DawnClan [Role-Play!]

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- TigerPaw had luckily not been as burned as some other cats, like the ones outside the camp especially.. A little shiver ran down his spine at the thought of those that didn't make it, he didn't want to leave the camp till later because then atleast he wouldn't have to see the bodies of those that had been crushed beneath logs and debris. That would probably scar the apprentices and younger cats, he was getting sick just thinking about it really. His gaze flickering to the side with a little puff of air.
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EmberFlame smiled and nodded his large orange cranium. "Sounds like a plan LillyHeart. I have a task for you.. umm maybe get your dad and bring him over to the medicine den in a bit after I go gather more herbs hmm?" He asked his eyes glancing to the older tom. His coughing made the big tom wince. His ears flicked back. "He's worrying me.." EmberFlame said in a low tone.

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- There was a fire and everyone is recovering, some treating their wounds, others lounging around, while some warriors are being ordered to go out and hunt for fresh kill. While the apprentices have been staying inside, because the prey is so scarce they want the best hunters out there that are warriors so no one messes up.
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Bettlenose glanced at Nightflight and he opened his maw to reply to her comment she muttered to herself. He noticed her gaze turn to him and he clamped his mouth shut. You idiot, she doesn't need you to say anything He thought. Shaking his head he heard her comment to him and felt his tail twitch. Looking over to Midnightheart he nodded to her request to join the patrol and waved his tail, "We should get going now." He meowed, matter-of-factly.

Smokepaw shifted next to Balestar, and took another bite of the ash-filled mouse. "Is there anything you'd like me to do?" She asked her mentor, swallowing the bite of prey. She felt useless, sitting around and eating. She wasn't even injured that badly. She should be doing something.

Beetlenose tilted his head for a moment and nodded, "Yes, the South would be the best place." He meowed and turned headed out of the entrance of the camp. Opening his maw, he could taste the raw scent of smoke and he winced as it seemed to choke him. Turning back to the rest of the patrol he closed his maw and breathed out heavily in an attempt to get the taste from his mouth. Looking at the cats with him as they left the camp he blinked slowly. "Before our hunt we should head up towards the burnt area, to see what or.... who we can find." He added somberly.
Rosedapple rose to her paws and padded out of the nursery, her belly swaying beneath her. Being in the nursery for nearly six moons had given her some weight on her and she was greatful to get out of there now. Looking up at the sky she noticed that the sun lit up the clouds a brilliant red and orange light. Eyes staring she looked over towards the fresh-kill pile. Not much remained on it but anything would do. Picking up a scrawny vole she padded over to a small patch of sun that rest in the clearing. Her gaze rest on a cat pacing the clearing, his pelt seemed to be as bring as the orange in the clouds, "Sunpool, there's no use in pacing. Come and share what there is of this vole with me." The old she-cat rasped. Rosedapple was a bit old to be bearing kits but that didn't stop her from having her second litter after Beetlenose was the only survivor of the first.
Snailkit let out a squeak, "Play, play!" She squealed in happiness. Bouncing over towards Midnighthearts nest she scooped up a small ball of moss and rolled it under her paw, "I bet you can't get this!" She mewed, her tail twitching.
Alderkit perked his ears as Rosedapple left the nest and Snailkit was squealing. He noticed a large cat sitting in the clearing and he let out a squeak. "Where'd Rosedapple go?" He meowed, his eyes wide.

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EmberFlame smiled and nodded his large orange cranium. "Sounds like a plan LillyHeart. I have a task for you.. umm maybe get your dad and bring him over to the medicine den in a bit after I go gather more herbs hmm?" He asked his eyes glancing to the older tom. His coughing made the big tom wince. His ears flicked back. "He's worrying me.." EmberFlame said in a low tone.

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The skinny looking black figure stayed silent and unmoving underneath the tree and covered in ashes. Every once and a while the rhythmic sound of breath was heard, but then it would stop... due to the 7 moon old tom being black you could barely see him within the ashes and burnt tree that covered him.. you were unable to see if he was hurt if not.. he'd be lucky if anyone would be able to even find him. (Holding this spot open for the apprentice. Since they aren't allowed without a warrior the apprentice could have snuck out, because she was tired of being stuck in camp.)

EmberFlame flicked his tail. He would have to gather more herbs later. As he entered the den there was another cat and his eyes clouded over. "LynxLeap what's wrong?" He asked studying the cat. He glanced back as BaleStar was entering the den as well, and his nerves began to spike, but he pushed them down. "Okay BaleStar lie down in the empty nest over there." He meowed motions his paw to the nest then he glanced at LynxLeap. There were two coltsfoot near the back of his den and he smiled slightly grabbing one and pushing it towards the lynx like cat. "Take one of these for your wheezing and loss of breath. After that lie down in a nest." He instructed then glanced back at BaleStar his tail puffing up nervously. He gave him a look as if saying 'Your going to die if you don't stop being stubborn.' "Are you have trouble breathing as well? What about sleep any trouble sleeping or pain? Any pain or wounds I should know about?" EmberFlame meowed keeping himself calm.

Beetlenose allowed his paws to turn towards the north of the territory, his fluffy tail quivering as his gaze rest on the charred territory that used to be a lush forest, where prey almost ran into their paws during green-leaf. Now it was all ashes and the stale scent of smoke. "It won't be nice there, but we must find anyone we can." He meowed, his voice thick, "I know a few cats were missing, maybe some may be alive." Beetlenose's attempt at being optimistic before their search was weak but he hoped maybe it had convinced the three others.
Rosedapple took a small bite out of the vole and looked down oddly at it. Sighing she blinked and looked up, her eyes somber. "It tastes of smoke. Will everything remind me of the fire after such a terrible event?" She whispered lowly. Looking up at Sunpool she let out a weak purr, "Alderkit and Snailkit are such pawfuls. Vinetail would be so proud of them." Vinetail had only died a few days ago during the fire but it felt like moons to her.
Stormrunner lifted his head from his paws and rose from his nest, his tail lashing. He leaned back, letting his back stretch out. He glared out of the warriors den and watched as cats were already going about their duties, a patrol heading out of the camp and cats gathering others to clean up the camp. Padding out of the den he found a place beneath a tree and curled his tail over his paws.