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Loonpaw yawned, her paws stretching out and revealing sharp claws as she began to tire. She wanted to sleep, but the camp eerie alone...and it felt unsafe to stay in. Maybe she should just let go of the meaning...perhaps they would come back.
She blinked away sleep and pushed out of the destroyed entrance, jade eyes scanning the rubble for a decent hiding area. Deciding on a broken microwave, she slid in and curled up. It shielded her from the cold and rain, and soon fell asleep. "Goodnight, Tux..." she whispered softly.
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The pregnant she-cat gazed about herself tiredly, wishing she could just lie down and fall asleep. Thats what she should have been doing, but Loonpaw did not want anyone to know of her carrying kits. There was no excuse to lie down- though her stomach was hurting like fire.
Suddenly, the apprentice eye's grew wide as she let out a massive yowl. Falling forward, she caught herself and crouched over the ground; panting wildly. "Gah!" she cried out as sharp pain sprung through her stomach once more. Loonpaw allowed herself another groan, before whimpering as the pains became larger. "H-help!" she yelped, crumbling to the dusty ground. Where was Tuxpaw? She needed him now, by her side. What was going on? Was she kitting? No, it was far too early...wasn't it? Loonpaw simply needed someone.
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The black figure watched from a distance, her shadow resting all the way across camp. She didn't like how Saltixtwist was so upset, it made the apprentice feel weak and small. She slid toward the now bundle of cats with her head tilted gently. "H-hey, Saltixtwist..." the apprentice said gently, pushing her way to meet the sad cat.
Loonpaw was normally extremely rude, grumpy and seemed to piss everyone off. But today, she felt it was right to hold back her complaints and insults just for the poor med cat's sake. Loonpaw was known as the clan grump, and people knew that the rumor was true- and tried to piss her off even more and it usually worked. And now that she was carrying kits...well, things where gonna get ugly.
She smiled at the she-cat, wanting to find someway of cheering her up. It was not the right time to ask for poppy seeds right now, she would get them later.
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Loonpaw smiled, padding over to the knot of cats with jade eyes sparkling. "Hey love." she purred, brushing against Tuxpaw. She looked away from her mate, before smiling at Skypaw. "I've never seen you before..." she said, smile fading. Ah, classic Loonpaw. Once sweet, twice sour.
"I wish my mentor was around...the poor old tom is always working." she sighed, locking her dazzling eyes with Tux's calm blue ones. She had just arrived from a hunting trip with him, but was now free to do what ever she liked- as usual.
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Is there a Winclan badge? If so, may I have it? Thanks.
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Loonpaw looked over to Catchingpaw, shaking her head gently. "She was a good cat..." she whispered, talking to herself rather then those around her. He fur wisped against her cheek as she gazed at the medicine cat softly. "It'll be alright, Saltixtwist, won't it?"
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Loonpaw wrinkled her nose. "Oh hell no!" she snapped, though the scent of adventure made the fur along her spine rise, she could not abandon her clan- especially her beloved mate, Tuxpaw. "I'll pass." she growled rudely.
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(Loonpaw is stuck at camp)
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xD I'm just confused...why did she all of a sudden become sad?
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(Tuxpaw and Loonpaw met on another thread xD)
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Naw! We just have to start it up again!
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Loonpaw watched, horrified. What had she done? She had just destoryed the life of Willowflare, a valuable warrior. Oh shit. "Stop!' Was that really all she could say? Stop? Ugh. She was so pathetic. Loonpaw growled in the pit of her throat, frustrated.
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She sure was awake, and she heard the terrifying remarks. The black apprentice looked up weakily, gazing about with shock. Vendetta had tied her to a post, unabling her to move or do anything. "Fuck you all!" she spat in rage
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The young feline growled, before flinching in suprise as she heard a voice randomly ring out in her head. Loonpaw strained to glare at everyone, lips sealed as she listened to the new voice.
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The small female strode underneath, completely oblivious the dangerous male a few yards away from her. Loonpaw stretched her jaws in a massive yawn, baring white fangs and continuing to pad along. The apprectine simply hummed softly, eyes blinking softly.
//major rush sorry
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The black apprentice felt the rush of air against her spine and her nostril's scented the tom with a sharp in hale. But it was too late. Letting out a cry, Loonpaw collapsed under the heavier feline's weight and squirmed beneath him with a deep grunt.
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The small feline let out a sharp yelp as a strong paw came crushingly down on her face, making Loonpaw feel suddenly dizzy and out of order. Losing her surroundings, the two where caught in a blind scramble until she finally fell limb from exhaustion.
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The fellow Windclanner was a few cages down, watching the scene unfold with wide green optics. Although her captor hadn't been this pathetic little kit, rather it was Two-Bit. But She supposed all the capturees where being held in the same area, as there was some sort of stupid ass contest being held. Ill, wounded and extremely pissed off- Loonpaw snapped out, "Hey you fuckers leave them alone."
