Posts by The-Noodle-in-the-Corner

I'm making a new charrie name Oak-- he is a rogue. Very big and powerful.

Appleheart's eyes widened. Quickly, she dashed out of camp, heart pounding. She let her ears guide her to Feather, and when she came to the sight of the cat bloody and dying, her heart surged with emotion, her small frame shrinking back at the sight.

She looked at the attacker, and launched herself at the cat. She was just going shred his side when, suddenly, a great force pulled her from the ground and she found herself in the grasp of a cat!

Oak scruffed Appleheart, not hurting her. "I think this one will be excellent to bring with us, don't you?" He growled. "You chose a bad day to play hero, little kit."

OOC: Ok, so Oak's gonna take Appleheart to wherever the rogues are--- but what exactly are the rogues doing with the kits? I can't really go further without the info~

Appleheart writhed in Oak's grip. Mouse-dung! she thought.

She heard the kits chasing after her, and called out. "Don't follow!" she screeched. "I'll be fine!"

Oak clamped harder into her scruff, now biting her neck. "Shut up!" he grumbled, and began to race away from Clan territory...

OOC:

Hmm, I wouldn't think there are many outward injuries from the fall, but I guess Moondapple would be injured and broken internally, I would suspect that Moondapple is going to die. Haha I have this weird habit of killing my characters....

IC:

Appleheart stuttered at the sight of Zelda. "Cobwebs... small sticks? Ok....." Appleheart raced away, leaving the wolf and bird to talk amongst themselves about Moondapple's fate.

OOC: I know, but it must be put forth that Appleheart wants only the best for them!

IC:

Oak looked down at Appleheart. "Stupid runt," he spat. "Kits...."

Accepted!

Appleheart was running.

Cobwebs.

Running.

Smallsticks.

Wind.

Death.

Appleheart was on the ground.

Tears.

Appleheart looked around, she was in a clearing.

Moondapple... a wail of sorrow sliced the forest.

I know she won't make it.

Moondapple was a dim shadow. That was how she felt.

She ebbed away.

Oak dropped Appleheart in a clearing, and she fell limply on the ground, so tired was she. He turned around to the fellow rogues. "Do you think we'll have to go back?"

I'm here

Quilliam got up and rustled his quills.

Quilliam nodded as he licked his nose. "OK," he turned around. "Apprentices!" he called. "Come! NOW!"

I'm back!

Quilliam blinked and licked his nose (lol, I love it when my hedgy does this). "Cotton!" he called. "Come!"

"Cotton," Quilliam snuffled, "Today I shall be accessing your battle skills. So, um.... attack me!" Quilliam huffed and puffed up his quills in preparation.

Yay we're all on!

Quilliam huffed in fury, making loud huffing and snuffing noises. He spiked and crossed his quills and pulled his forehead quills over his face, to protect it. He charged again at Cotton.

Quilliam swung his head, catching Cotton in the side and throwing her.

Quilliam looked at her soft belly and her legs stretched out, flailing to get up (I'm assuming this is what Cotton is doing, since that's what a hedgehog would do in real life). If this were a real battle, he'd be able to stab her stomach. "STOP!" he yelled. "If you get flipped in a battle, don't struggle to get up and expose yourself. Curl tightly in a ball. Then you might roll, or you might not. But balling is safe. So do it."

Quilliam licked his nose and grinned. "Good," he said, looking at how tightly Cotton could tuck herself into a ball. Gently he pushed the ball that was her over, so that if she unrolled she would be right-side-up. "Uncurl. Remember what I've taught you," he huffed, smoothing his quills. "Eat something, then we'll practice again later."

Quilliam blinked as Cotton wondered off.

He went to the freshkill pile and picked out a big centipede. He looked around and shuffled over to Spike. "She has potential," he snuffled to his leader.

Quilliam nodded and made delicious slurping noises as he crunched on the centipede. "Yes indeed."

Quilliam rustled his quills and dipped his head to Spike. He shuffled over to Cotton, and sniffed the ground. "What do you smell?" he asked.