A love-hate relationship (Toms wanted)

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    I'm flamepelt. I'm a redish orange coated tabby with a sarcastic side and has sharp hunting instincts.


    Flamepelt was wounded, lost, and scared. With no patrol in sight, she thought for sure her life was coming to an end.

    OOC: Couldnt help notice u were new! Welcome to WCRPG!!


    IC: Lionfeather, who was out hunting, caught the scent of blood and as the smell invaded his nose he heard another cat. He followed the scent trail and after padding along saw the bloodied she-cat laying in the open.


    "Great StarClan! What happened to you?" He said softly running over to the the flame colored cat, the blood sticking to her pelt was barely noticible ontop of her fur color. He could still smell the sticky scent pouring over the area.


    "I'm going to get some water for you," he said running over to a small stream with crystal ear water spilling out.

    Ooc: haha, I've heard that a lot today. But a lot of people say I'm good at this sort of thing so I decided to try it out. so much fun!!! Haha


    Flamepelt moaned in pain. A handsome Tom had come to her rescue. But all she could think about was the searing pain in the side of her leg.

    Lionfeather came back with a soaked piece of moss, he draped it gently on the she-cats flank and another he used to wipe some of the blood off. "It's going to be ok," he told her, her eyes were glassy and she looked like she was going to pass out.


    Lionfeather stayed with her making sure she didn't faint, or even die. 'I wonder how she got here?' He thought, 'the nearest clan is a mile away...'

    As wounded as she may have been, she refused to look weak. She would not pass out. She would not die. She was certain of it. But as tine passed she struggled to keep her eyes open. Before she passed out she managed to say "thank... You".

    Lionfeather's head immediatly looked over to her when she spoke, "I was just trying to help you no need to thank me." He said to her gazing into her eyes.


    "Is there anything you need?" He asked getting up and stretching, Lionfeather smiled at her right then and there knowing that she would live and thrive.

    She thought a few moments. Not wanting to bother him she answered "no thank you. You have helped me more than I could have asked you too." She looked over at the moss covering her wound, implying that she would be dead by now if he hadn't found her.

    "I was just doing the right thing nothing else," he said crouching down next to her, "everythings fine." Lionfeather smiled reassuringly at her.

    "Of course," he said smiling at her, "I would never just leave..." He sat down next to her and watched for any predators and/or approaching danger near them.


    Lionfeather liked the she-cat. He knew absolutely nothing about her or how in the world she ended up in the situation, but he liked her.

    Flamepelt awoke the next morning to find the Tom next to her. As everything that happened yesterday flooded back to her mind, she checked her wound. It was cleaner than before thanks to the moss. She licked her wound. It wasn't very deep, she would heal on her own. She got up and walked about. Limping slightly as she went and sat back down next to the Tom. She etched him sleep. Wow, she thought, he looks so handsome. He's so... Amazing. She sighed. She hasn't trusted a Tom for a long time. Maybe it was time to let it go... She thought. Maybe it's time to find love again...

    He sensed movement near him and woke up, "uh goodmorning I see your back on your feet," he said. Lionfeather stood up and stretched he smiled at her, "do where did you come from anyway?" He asked.


    He licked his paw and washed his head. "I come from Hawkclan," he smiled.

    "I... I'm not sure..." she tried to remember... But couldnt. "I got wounded because was attacked by these men in white coats... And I hit my head on something, they tried to get me in a cage with something and when I ran away it cut my leg..." she fought with her mind, trying to remember. But just ended up letting out a frustrated sigh.

    "You mean the Twolegs?" He said, eyes widening. "Some of the cats in my clan were taken by what you described and they haven't been seen again. I'm sure you were lucky to escape." Lionfeather sighed. His apprentice had been taken by them.


    "Anyways shall we find some shelter," he said glancing up at the storm brewing sky, "I think it's about to rain." He smiled at her and was ready to help her walk.

    "yeah, sure" she said getting up. She forgot her wound was there and began to run slowly, the. Searing pain flew up her leg and she helped ou in pain, flying forward. Moaning she layer on the ground, she licked her chest, I'm such a klutz, she though.

    "Whoah!" Lionfeather yelled as her ran up to her, "are you alright?! You can't just run off like that in your condition," he said.


    Lionfeather helped her up and sighed "would you like some help walking?" He said.

    "that would be helpful..." she sighed "sorry... I forgot it was there. You've made it so mug better" she looked at him, his eyes were concerned. He barley knows me, she thought... He couldnt already car about me... Could he?

    "Well its good that I made it better but I wouldn't run off with wounds like that," he said smiling at her. He helped her up and started walking with her letting her lay on his side so that it was easier for her.


    "I think there's an abandoned badger set over there he said pointing to a large opening under a tree with his golden tail. He felt a raindrop fall in his nose.