The Lab.... the worst nightmare of animals....(OPEN)

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    Name: Rolly
    Gender: Male
    Animal: Cat
    History: N/A
    Appearance: Mostly same as picture but with blue eyes and no collar

    Fleck spotted the two bedraggled figures in the underbrush. Hurricane! she thought, recognizing the dog she had seen back in the lab, in the cage near Nash's. She ran towards them, but an eraser was above her in a second, snarling unintelligible two-leg word that were full of hate. As it swiped at her, she tried to dodge, but she was only a foal, who had never learned to fight. The eraser clipped her flank with razor claws, and she was tossed into the brush. Dizzily, she looked up; the good news was that she was now next to Hurricane and the other cat, and the eraser had run away with a singed paw from touching her pelt. The bad news; Her flank was soaked with blood from a long, deep gash. She whinnied weakly, struggling to get up.

    Clover ran up to stealthPaw
    "Hi"she mewed
    "I didn't know that you were once a thunder Clan apprentace, as a kitten i heard stories of viceous flesh eating cats that dwell in the woods, but i allways wanted to join them, are they really flesh eating are they really canibles of their own type?" Clover asked


    ooc- this came out of no were, oh and yeh
    Stealthpaw you know that you are lillySpirits sister in the fourtrees battle, do u want me to drop my Clover/Misty character and be LillySpirit
    because we are going to thunder clan arnt we.

    Nash snorted. "I doubt it. even cats aren't that vicious."
    Fleck stood painfully, limping over to Hurricane with blood still leaking form her flank. "are-are you ok?" She asked weakly, knowing that if Hurricane wasn't able to walk, she'd have to leave her behind, because Fleck was in no condition to help.

    "thanks." Fleck panted, standing up. "can you help me with her?" She gestured to Hurricane, glancing worriedly down at her. "I think she's unconscious, we need to get her someplace safe." Fleck was trying to be brave, but there was still rivulets of blood running down her flank, and only a few flickers of flame crossed her coal-black pelt now, before winking out just as quickly.

    Hurricane lifted her head, and gasped for air. She then broke into a coughing spasm, her scorched lungs feeling more painful than ever. She struggled to her blood-soaked paws, the mist that orbited her body dying away. "Are you guys okay?" She asked weakly, shaking droplets of blood from her ash-sodden pelt.
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    A large sound came from the burning building known as the Lab. The entire structure had collapsed, and a heap of red-orange flames had formed over top of it. The burning wood and cobblestone crackled and sputtered, spraying small bits of debris and embers across the small, open field. "Sucks to be them." Hurricane barked, scuffling her paws through the undergrowth.
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    Hurricane hurried to a nearby pond, with a moss ball in her mouth. She soaked it in the clear water, and padded back to Ragingtyrant. Hurricane squeezed water into his mouth, and carried him into the shallow part of the pond. Her singed wounds stung in the cold liquid, but she resisted the urge to flinch. She then began washing Ragingtyrant, hoping the cold temperatures would wake him up. Hurricane hummed him a sweet tune, while rubbing the ash from his scorched pelt with her forepaw.

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    Fleck nodded, "I'm fine," She whinnied, not mentioning her wound. "you, on the other hand, just ran out of a burning building." She glanced back at the building; erasers were starting to run out, towards the woods, nearing the animal's hiding places. "We've got to get out of here, fast." She shot a concerned look at Ragingtyrant. "You think we can move him? We've got to get back to Nash and the others. They'll have a plan." Her voice shook, and she silently berated herself for wishing Nash was here rather then her. He would know what to do. She pawed the ground anxiously.

    Hurricane nodded. She dragged Ragingtyrant from the pond, and turned to face Fleck. "We'd better get going. You're hurt. I'll carry 'Tyrant." She barked, placing the heap of fur onto her back. At that moment, a howling sounded from a few feet away. "Now!!" She howled, and burst out towards the others, following their scent trail.

    Fleck nodded sharply, then galloped after Hurricane, doing her best to help carry Ragingtyrant.
    "Fleck?" Nash howled, running towards the sound of her hooves drumming against the ground.

    Sheika stumbled after Nash as quickly as she could, but her side hurt. A lot. She whimpered a little but kept going, the cold half numbing the pain

    Nash bent down to touch his nose to Shieka's head. "we're going to be ok, alright?" he said, trying to be reassuring. Pain still stabbed into his side every time he took a breath, from his broken rib, but almost every animal here was injured, and they couldn't let it stop them.