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Don't Fear The Reaper
"Damn it was a bad idea to fight that bear” thought Blanche. However he didn’t have much choice, it was a particularly bad winter that year with prey few and far between. He had to resort to fighting that bear for a chance to survive. Studying his wounds, Blanche knew he had to find shelter soon and tend to his wounds. Collapsing in the snow was the last thing he wanted to do. The landscape around him was only a blanket of snow, scattered trees, and the skeletal remains of a large animal in the distance. The sun was due to set soon. Shit.He wasn’t in the best shape to spend a night unprotected. Picking up the pace, Blanche silently cursed at himself for his idiotic mistake. If he had stayed with his pack, he wouldn’t have gotten into this mess. At last, Blanche saw something resembling an igloo in the distance. For him the view was fuzzy and out of focus. Ah, his wounds were catching up to him. The blood dripped from his belly as he collapsed on the ground. The dire wolf’s vision slowly began to fade as the last thing he saw was the igloo.
( Blanche // 16 months // Loner )
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HEAVENS NOT ENOUGH!
matcha - female - 7 months - rank - clan - tags
❝ The she-cat suddenly stopped in her tracks as she caught the scent of blood. Why the hell was it so close to her igloo? Matcha enjoyed her solitude. For a moment, she contemplated if she should check out the source of the scent. She had no reason to, really. What was there to gain checking it out? More likely than not it could lead to an early grave. The polar bears were rowdy just about now. And yet... It could also be someone badly wounded. Some clanner or something. If that was the case, helping them might be beneficial. An easy in to a group. The thought fancied her enough that she began her trek. The snow was building up quite a bit now, yet the smell of blood was still strong. It took her some time before she found a dire wolf laying in the snow. She sniffed him, Ughh, this guy doesn't smell like a clanner.. Her lofty dreams of an easy life were crushed yet again. It was just some loner direwolf that smelled like wet dog. Gross. The mutated cat groaned. What was she to do? It was probably better to just leave the guy in the snow. Let him face a peaceful death or something. Yet.. That really wasn't fair, was it? She wouldn't have wanted to be left in the snow. Alone, cold, and dying. Maybe it was time for her to pull out the one good deed of the year. With a heavy sigh, she used her plant manipulation to grow some vines to wrap around his body. With that she would be able to drag him and the food back to her base. He better be grateful for this.. She thought as she dragged him through the snow towards the igloo. After a good amount of time and effort, she made it inside. Never again was she going to pull something like that. Her body ached from pull the large direwolf. That's all the work-out I'm ever doing. Matcha wanted to flop over and call it a day. But, there was more work to do. This stranger was still heavily injured. First, she moved to start the fire back up. Fire and her were usually a big no-no. Especially because of the mushrooms on her back. It made her more flammable than most cats. During the winter in this tundra, it was necessity however. She begrudgingly lit the fire, hissing at it as it began to roar. Her attention then moved back to the white direwolf. He needed some strong herbs to help this wound. Due to the fact he was unconscious, she couldn't give him burnet just yet. She resorted to using her healing abilities to speed the closing of the wound, and cover it with cobweb. After she was done, she went away to store the rabbit.
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The piercing pain of Blanche’s cuts woke him up. Dazed and confused, he put his paw over his belly to find cobwebs sealing his wounds shut. While his fur was matted with blood the immediate danger of blood loss was over. Suddenly hours of pain and fatigue finally hit him and he collapsed on the floor too weak to do anything but see the immediate vicinity around him. It was a rather small and quaint igloo with a small fire crackling in the middle of the room, beyond it he could see the figure of a cat covered in what seemed like mushrooms, its full figure obscured by the fire. Weakly he called out to the mushroom cat,
“Where the hell am I?”
( Blanche // 16 months // Loner )
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matcha - female - 7 months - rank - clan - tags
❝ EEP! The she-cat was startled by the sudden noise. She jumped up a bit and turned to face the direwolf. Shouldn't he be knocked out for a bit longer? The wounds were pretty deep after all. Whatever, that didn't matter right now. As clearly, he was awake. And making noise. Matcha hadn't thought about the fact that she actually had to talk to the guy. Her best case scenario is that he was mute or in a coma. Yet she lived in the worst case. Regaining her composure, she cleared her throat. You're in my temporary abode. Don't know how much you recall but you were wounded out there. Whatever you fought, it was a dumbass move. Luckily for you, I stopped the bleeding. She flicked her tail towards his wounds. He needed more than just that, however. Matcha walked over to her herb collection and picked up some burnet. She then proceeded to grind up into a paste and had it over to the wolf. Eat this too, it'll help make the wounds heal faster.
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Staring at the bowl of herbs in front of him he pondered on whether to trust it or not. After all he’s been through he has learned to be more cautious of others. However she did save him and based on that fact, he scarfed it down tasting a bit of sweetness and saltiness to it. After he was done he looked up at the strange cats face, he saw two pink glaring eyes, tortoiseshell and white blend fur, and the most notable feature: mushrooms sprouting from her body. As the herbs passed through his body, he began to feel some of his energy return to him, although still weak and hungry he managed to lift himself off the floor. Staring directly at the cat in front of him he pondered if he had the strength to overpower her and eat her. “No” he thought to himself after all the cat has done for him betraying her would be a dishonorable thing to do, after all he knew what it felt to be betrayed.
“So,”
Blanche growled in a deep voice,
“why exactly did you help me?”
( Blanche // 16 months // Loner )
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matcha - female - 7 months - rank - clan - tags
❝ Why did she help? It was a very good question. And it was a very complex one at that. Explaining her morals and fears wasn't something she was planning on doing with a stranger. Your dead body would attract bears. I don't like bears. Very simple. Matcha shrugged and turned to go prep the dead rabbit. Ugh. All of this work. She wanted to sleep already. But she was hungry. This was definitely going to sleep for the next two days after this. Outside of the igloo, the snow fall grew heavier. Her four ears flickered as she heard the wind pick up outside. O lovely, a blizzard The she-cat mumbled. What a fantastic evening this was. Snowed in with a smelly dire wolf. Why were you half dead in the snow? She asked back snidely.
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Blanche growled in indignation,
“it’s none of your business, I also hope you cleaned up or masked the scent of the blood trail I left. Don’t want any predators looking for some injured prey, don’t you? In my current state I can’t do much and I’m sure you’re not a fighter.”
( Blanche // 16 months // Loner )
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matcha - female - 7 months - Wind Haven - tags
❝ Ah shit. She hadn't thought about the blood trail, now had she. Her four ears flickered in annoyance at the realization. Luckily for her, there was a blizzard brewing outside. Not like anything's going to find it's way to use with that blizzard brewing. She agreed fullheartedly on the notion that she wasn't a fighter. If something went awry she would run in a heartbeat. She wasn't ashamed of that fact. Only the strong could have pride, in her eyes. The strong could protect themselves. Matcha was weak, so pride was meaningless. Keeping herself alive was. Anyways, go back to sleep. You'll heal faster. It would also mean he'd stop talking, a plus in the she-cat's mind.
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“The cat was right; the best course of action would be for him to go to sleep” Blanche thought. However, his stomach had other plans, growling like the bear he fought earlier. Looking around the room Blanche spotted the rabbit the cat prepared, using what feeble strength he had left he hoisted himself up and walked over to the table pushing the cat away and took a sizeable chunk out of the rabbit. Satisfied with the small morsel he walked over to a small pile of blankets and laid down preparing to go to sleep. “Thank you for the meal” Blanche managed to muttered before falling into a deep slumber.
( Blanche // 16 months // Loner )
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matcha - female - 7 months - Wind Haven - tags
❝ Did this guy just... scarf down her hard earned meal? Matcha was seething as he saw him plop back down after his display of blatant disrespect. At least he should've left more than a kit sized bit for her. You prick I'll throw you out the snow.. She muttered, honestly thinking about taking action. But then if he survived the blizzard she would be screwed. Letting out a sigh as she resigned herself to her shitty fate. She'd harass him when he woke up. Till then, she'd sleep to. The cat dragged out another blanket and laid on it, feeling comfy next to the fire. She hoped that by the time she woke up, the blizzard would pass.
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“Damn it’s cold” Blanche said as he woke up shivering. Observing his surroundings, he saw the strange mushroom covered cat laying on but a scrappy blanket and he felt a tiny pang of guilt, “maybe I should’ve left her a few more blankets” he thought. “But what done was done”, standing up he felt a sharp pain in his underside, touching the wound he felt the familiar stickiness of cobwebs and the rough texture of scabs. “Shit guess it didn’t fully heal enough for me to walk around much”, looking out the window Blanche only saw snow. “Guess this isn’t too bad” Blanche thought “definitely beats dying out in the snow out there and ending up as a scavenger’s lunch”. Blanche sighed, with his wounds still fresh he was still unable to do much but lay down.
( Blanche // 16 months // Loner )
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It seemed that only in sleep could Matcha have peace. In her slumber she had blissfully forgotten the dire wolf. Instead she dreamed of a nice day alone with some sweets. Her beautiful dream quickly came to end when the dire wolf moving around. Matcha's pink eyes flickered open as she jumped up with a start, practically seething. She hated being woken up at any possible hour. Especially since she usually stays up for days on end before gifting herself with sleep. Annoyed, she looked over to the dire wolf only to see him laying back down. You awake.. In some other dimension she might have torn him to bits. She knew her weakness, though, and preferred to keep to the passive aggressive comments.
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“You awake…” asked the strange cat. “What does it look like, of course I’m awake” growled Blanche. “However, as you can see, I currently can’t move due to my still healing wounds so can you be a dear and get me some food? Preferably meat?”. With that demand Blanche closed his eyes and went back to sleep. In his sleep Blanche dreamed of his old life back when he used to be part of an actual pack, a family. Back when he used to go out and hunt with his old friends and of course his old mate Elise. However, he knew even in his sleep that those days are over.
( Blanche // 16 months // Loner )
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Never before had the she-cat been made to talk this much. Usually she'd avoid situations like this that would force her to talk. It didn't help that this guy kept on making demands and picking fights. Starve. Matcha finally snapped, her soft voice rising an octave for the first time in awhile. Why did she have to feed some dumb smelly dire wolf? She saved his ass, that's all she had to do. Her eyes glared at him for a moment before she turned away from him. So badly she wanted to use her plant manipulation and suffocate him with leaves. Yet she still refrained. Matcha had no idea what powers he had anyways. He could blast her with a fire ball for all she knew.
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“Starve” said the cat in indignation. With this phrase Blanche rose from his short but deep slumber. “Did that tiny little cat really just tell me to starve?” Blanche thought. Disregarding his pain, he managed to get on his feet and walk over to the tiny cat “I don’t have time for this,” Blanche thought, “if she’s not going to get food I have to or else both of us are going to be screwed.”. “Fine, I’ll go get my own” Blanche said. Hobbling towards the entrance of the igloo Blanche felt sharp pains in his underside with every step he took. But Blanche knew that this was the only option to ensure his own survival, so with his barely healed wounds he trudged outside into the thick white wasteland hoping to find anything that he can eat.
( Blanche // 16 months // Loner )
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Good. Go feed- Eh? He was going outside on his own? Matcha was drawn to a blank after he started heading out the door. Since he was going out to feed himself, She didn't have to worry right? It was better this way. Totally. Definitely..
Shit. Annoyed with herself, she ran out after the jerk. He was still injured after all. There was no way in hell that he would survive being out on his own for the time being. She wasn't going to let the time she took healing the guy go to waste just by letting him die. As she approached him, she tried to use her plant manipulation to try and grab onto him.
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“What the hell?” thought Blanche. Roots and grass began to sprung up at his feet restricting his movement. Using his only free paw Blanche managed to swipe away the grass and roots and bolt out of the igloo before more could envelop his legs. “What the fuck was that?” Blanche thought, “It had to have been that cat there’s no other explanation”. Blanche pondered on going back in and calling the cat out but he knew better, he wasted enough energy swiping away and running out of the igloo. Taking a few steps forward he felt waves of pain finally hit him, having being cooped up from the adrenaline rush of running before. “Fuck”, Blanche thought, he tried taking a couple more steps forward but the pain was too much for him to handle and with a final step he collapsed in the cold enveloping snow around him.
( Blanche // 16 months // Loner )
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Good, her powers weren't as rusty as she thought they'd be. Still, she hadn't caught the dumb wolf even when she tried. At least his body gave in before he went too far with his wound. She walked through the snow to where he was laying, shaking her head. This guy was helpless. Sure, she shouldn't have told him to starve. But she assumed even a dumbass wouldn't just bolt out without a care in the world. Matcha probably would've given in and fed him something anyways. He just had to make the process harder. You. Are. Dumb. The mushroom cat muttered under breath as she used her plant manipulation to try and wrap him with vines again to drag him back to the iigloo. Afterwards she would leave to go find some fresh food since the bastard ate her last meal.
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When Blanche finally awoke, he was surprised to find vines constricting him instead of a blanket of snow enveloping his body. Blanche tried to struggle in vain to free himself but the vines were too tight for him to even move a muscle. Goddammit, out of all the animals who could’ve helped me it was a damn plant manipulator. With nothing else he could do he surveyed the room around him noticing it was at the igloo where he was originally rescued. However, he didn’t see any signs of the cat who was with him. With nothing to pass the time and his hunger and pain catching up to him he decided it’d be wise to just take a nap, his final thoughts wishing he had his old strength back instead of being a bed ridden burden like he used to be in the past.
( Blanche // 16 months // Loner )