Posts by Patchkit !?

@turquoise- Sure, you wanna set it up :P

Also, tracking on subbie ;)

OOC: Tracking on subbie..... I need to start using this one more often xD

Patchkit looked around camp bleary eyed and tired. She had been having nightmares the past few nights, but not of her father's mangled dead body. The image, though still imprinted in her mind, was not the culprit of her nightly terrors. The ocean was. She had nearly drowned about after being swept away in the stormy tide, and the nightmares were always the same: she was always gasping for air, constantly being battered by the pitch black waters and being sucked into the depths.

The kitten tried not to think about such things though. She didn't like to worry her clanmates or her father with her own personal fears and woes, but it was inevitable someone would notice the lack of energy the she was exhibiting. She shook herself briskly, partly to keep the chill off, and partly to keep herself from nodding off.

Patchkit was in need of a good chat. Her life had been through so many ups and downs lately that she just needed something normal. The calico kitten walked up to Artgallery and Kepi saying, "Hi there!" The enthusiasm in her voice was only half sincere, but it was better than nothing. As she inspected the large horse, she wasn't scared of it for some odd reason. Perhaps having so many different animals in HawkClan made this seem fairly normal or something. Whatever the case, she sat down and curled her tail around her paws.

OOC: I need to use this subbie more often xD

IC: Patchpaw frowned when Noirstar asked about being out with her mentor. Swallowing the piece of mouse she had bitten off, she said, "Well, sir, I would be out training with my mentor, but I don't have one...not anymore anyways...." She cut her thoughts off right then and there, taking another small bite at the peice of prey she had chosen to eat.

As the afternoon sun hovered overhead on the fine leafbare afternoon it was, Patchpaw felt tired. It wasn't a physically tiredness, because she had been sleeping well (and late) for the past week or two. No, this was an emotional lassitude, one that she wanted to get rid of. Despite having an empty spot in her heart that Sirencall once filled, she didn't want to feel like there was a knot of bitter sadness in her stomach any longer.

Taking a breath, she stopped and wondered what to do. It was no secret to her she didn't have any friends, and she frowned a bit when she thought about it. The young calico sighed before going to walk out of camp. Who knows, maybe someone would try and start a conversation or something...

"No, I don't mind at all," she replied, stopping in at the entrance of camp. Patchpaw was glad someone had actually decided to talk to her. As she was about to start walking again, she heard Pepperpaw's inquiry. "I'm fine, and you?"

OOC: I just realized that the thread between Pepper and Patchy that was supposed to happen a while ago never got anywhere xD

OOC: What the heck happened xD

All lay still that morning in the HawkClan camp. Creatures of all sort that called the clan their home were waking up. Some did so with enthusiasm, some with feelings of animosity towards the sun for waking them from slumber, and others were still sleeping. All in all, it was a supposedly to be a normal morning...except for one thing.

There was one empty bed that morning, one that was never empty this at the crack of dawn. To most, it would just look like the occupant had just thrashed around with night terrors or some similar ailment of sleep, and had gone for a late night walk. However, if one knew the apprentice well enough, they would know that as of late, she'd been sleeping well and late into the morning before awaking. If one was paying close attention, with that detail in mind, they would probably wonder what had happened...

Though the motives and the exact events that had gone on the night before were unclear, and there was no sign of any kidnapper, one thing was perfectly clear. Patchpaw was missing.

OOC: I decided to scrap the other thread in favor of one that required a lot less effort for me to write ;)

When Patchpaw opened her eyes, she had no clue where she was or what time of day. All she could remember was being knocked unconscious by something or someone while she was asleep. Hell, her head was still pounding from it. The first sense of hers that fully regained usage was that of smell, and the scent her nostrils picked up on was that of death and blood. Fear instantly crept through her spine as she realized where she was...

OOC: I really don't know how torture sessions work in BloodClan, so I'll just go with whatever.... I'd like to ask that you don't kill her though, as I'd like to throw her across the border when this is all said and done :P

OOC: We can make the thread between the two of them happen sometime before this if you want ;)

The calico she-cat looked up above her, but didn't say a word. Really, what was there for Patchpaw to say when the fear was obvious in her amber eyes? A dry swallow was all that followed. She had heard about the horrific things BloodClan did to their prisoners. Maiming, gutting and disembowling...the works. For obvious reasons, she feared she was next on the list.

Patchpaw didn't even realize she was holding her breath as she simply stared at the BloodClanners as they arrived. But...why weren't they doing anything? It was as if they were waiting for someone else to start or something... Whatever the motive was, it was definitely stressful, not to mention terrifying, waiting for the inevitable....

Patchpaw's flank screamed with pain as claws ripped through her flesh. Surprisingly, she didn't yowl in pain or shout defiance at her tormentor(s). She didn't even cry. However, as the blood started to seep out her side, it became clear she was hurting as her face contorted into an agonized form....

OOC: At school.

Patchpaw's mouth just hung open as she watched, and felt, her left ear be lopped off. Blood soon started welling from the wound and began to streak down her face, and yet no screams could be elicited from the calico apprentice. That probably drove her toruturers a little batty, but something stopped her. Maybe it was the pain itself....

It was evident she wasn't going to eat the disembodied ear. It was her own ear for StarClan's sake, she wasn't some sort of self canibal! Her amber eyes, filled with fear and pain, simply stared at it with a grim sense of that something else would happen soon, if not immediately....

OOC: Low muse doesn't help when you've never RPed the victim of a torture scene before xD

Over by the BloodClan border, there lay a bloody, disfigured calico form. The anti-clan had simply tossed her back over when they had finished using her for their entertainment, as if she were some sort of meat puppet instead of a living, breathing cat that had feelings and emotions. Surprisingly though, this bloody ball of fur was still alive, albeit barely.

Her left ear had been the first thing to receive an ectemy, followed soon after by her right eye and her tail. Her flank was covered in gashes and cuts, all oozing with crusted red-black, and the same fate had happened to her face. In place of her tail, there was a bloody stump, not even a mouse length. However, the thing that would probably disgust her clanmates the most was what had happened to her face. It was already mentioned, but numerous cuts and gashes streaked her once pretty face. Essentially, the entire left half of her face had been mauled. All of her claws had been jerked and forcibly removed, and even now her paws screamed in furious pain.

And yet, the biggest wound the BloodClanner's had dealt was not one that could be seen, not at the present anyways. However, if it was any consolation to HawkClan: Patchpaw was back.

OOC: Rushed

( HIGH POSITION NEEDED ) The medicine crew...ASAP
( WHY YOU NEED THEM ) *list of injures to graphic to be posted*
( THREAD LINK ) http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1456278.new#new

Patchpaw's single remaining eye crept open. She was conscious, yes, but her body was so inundated with pain and stress that her vision was blurred. The maimed calico apprentice could just barely make out the shapes of her clanmates, not that it mattered much if she could tell who exactly they were at the moment...

OOC: rushed+bump

OOC: After the "recovery" it is ;)

IC: For the sake of the reader, it should be advised that what you are about to read is not very pretty, nor is it happy, nor even the least bit positive....

An amber eye flickered open as Patchpaw awoke from the troubled, nightmarish sleep she had endured the evening before. Night terrors ran rampant in her dreams, always of the brutal, bloody torture she had endured at the hands of BloodClan. It was something she, nor any of the clan would, or even could forget.

She had once been a fairly pretty apprentice of about ten or so moons. Although she was never one to boast or be vain about her appearance, she did keep herself to a fairly high standard of grooming--no doubt something she'd adopted from her late adoptive mother. Her calico fur was always free of bugs and kept soft, and although this was a large portion of what may have been considered attractive, what most cats had probably noticed about her was her bright, orange eyes. One would have expected her to be extremely popular and sociable with the rest of clan, maybe even flirtatious at times with such looks. Alas, that was never the case. In fact, she hardly talked with anyone, despite being well and able to carry out a thoughtful and meaningful conversation.

And then BloodClan happened. The memories of that span of time, however long it had been, were not only burned into her mind but cut into her flesh. Her left ear and tail had been lopped off first, forced to commit self cannibalism with the disembodied body parts. They had gashed and slashed at her flanks, leaving deep and horrid scars in her pelt, and even had removed every single one of her claws. The cruel bastards had mauled the left side of her face and left her with that same eye, gouging out the right shortly after.

She felt like a monster. The apprentice had known she would look different after she had healed, it was expected. She had even expected it to be as bad as it was, maybe even worse. But even with that in mind, the first time she had looked at her reflection in the water had horrified her. She didn't scream though, not at all. It was the kind of horror to great for a scream to even begin to express the sight.

She had begun to hide from her clan mates, too afraid of what they'd say to face them. That's exactly what Patchpaw planned to do this morning, hide. She didn't care if she was even more useless than a kittypet, she always went out of camp, anywhere to get away from the eyes of observers. And so, she walked out of camp with the hopes that nobody would see her...

As Patchpaw was stopped by Dacnomaniacalpaw, something broke inside of her right then and there, as if the Aristocrat had stepped on the absolute wrong toe at the absolute worst time, releasing a flood of emotions that had been numbed and subdued constantly throughout her life. The calico apprentice had never been one to snap at a probably well intended question, but she wondered if it was really necessary to ask if she was "alright". She had been traumatized by a clan full of sadists, her face and body were covered in fucking scars and she couldn't even hunt or fight for herself anymore.

"DO I LOOK ALRIGHT TO YOU?!" she snapped.

OOC: Why did my muse suddenly die Dx