Posts by cloudwatcher

^{I'LL BE THE ONE PULLING THE STRINGS —}

^{The apprentice-aged tom was already tiring from his struggle. He bit the inside of his cheek, keeping another cry from slipping out as Canary clawed down his sides. Hissing as he was let back up, Cloudwatcher unhooked his claws from Ken's face before quickly backing up. "Leave me alone." He spat out again, panting. His ears folded back as Ken spoke. "I'm someone who has morals. Unlike you group of rat-infested scoundrels." Cloud snarled, taking a step back. Oh Starclan, someone save him.}

^{(feel free to powerplay & have either of them finally knock him out n drag him back to bloodclan!!! :v))}

^{I'LL BE THE ONE PULLING THE STRINGS —}

^{[don't worry my fren <33]}

^{Cloudwatcher snuck a glance back up at Damian, although his head was kept low. His cheeks puffed from annoyance, and, admittedly, to keep himself from laughing at the piggyback joke. Shaking out his body to clear the grogginess that still clouded him, the medicine cat also took a deep breath. He was still a bit high strung, but as the silence fell in between them briefly, Cloud felt...strangely relaxed. There were no attacks being made against him. "You aren't attacking me," The sentence slipped out before he could think about if he had really wanted to say it. Jeez, now this dude was asking for his name?}

^{"Cloudwatcher."}

^{Dumbass, you shouldn't have given him your name.}

^{"And-- and yours?"}

^{Starclan, Cloudwatcher felt as if he had lost his mind. Being friendly towards a Bloodclanner? That dragged you all the way out here? His sky blue eyes narrowed slightly as he contemplated about everything that was going on.}

^{I'LL BE THE ONE PULLING THE STRINGS —}

^{Overtaken easily, Cloudwatcher was easily brought down by the two Bloodclanners, locking up so he was unable to call for help. The last thibg he did before getting knocked out was to mentally send a prayer to Starclan, hoping they'd help him.}

^{//lmk when this is good to open up the thread for others!}

^{I'LL BE THE ONE PULLING THE STRINGS —}

^{[feel free to make attacks at him, mentally and physically is good! In fact i encourage it, i really wanna break him down lol. Also feel free to make comments about how Starclan isn’t real towards him.]}

^{The next thing Cloudwatcher knew, was waking up in the middle of the Bloodclan camp. The grey and white tom’s ears flattened against his head, and he tried to press his small body against the ground to make him smaller. Starclan, his body ached. Those wounds were hurting like hell. It seemed like his attackers had just dumped him off there to fend for hisself. Sitting as still as possible to try and not to attract attention to himself, Cloudwatcher waited, hoping for the best.}

^//rushed

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^{Somehow, the medicine cat was allowed to wander a bit. He figured it was because they knew he was too weak to actually try and make a break for it. However, as he noticed the collapsing figure farther out, he pushed his overworked muscles to hurry over. Cloudwatcher caught himself swearing under his breath, an unusual thing for him, but now wasn’t the time to worry about his language.}

^{“Miss, miss, uh, please try and keep consciousness! I know I don’t smell like a Bloodclanner but I’ll help, I promise.” Maybe if he helped one of their members they would let him go. Turning, he started scrambling for any herbs he could find in the mostly barren clan, working as quickly as his body would let him.}

^{(list of injuries?? c: )}

^{I'LL BE THE ONE PULLING THE STRINGS —}

^{Shit-- someone saw him. Lashing his tail as one, two, and three Bloodclanners appeared, Cloudwatcher simply dipped his head, deciding to try and ignore whatever they said. The first comment didn't bother him, but-- they were talking shit about Starclan? His eyes snapped up towards the offender, going to stand, but Canary's claws scratched his shoulder good. Wheezing in surprise, the medicine cat crumpled back onto the ground, feeling his eyes sting with tears.}

^{Call him an idiot, and he didn't care, but- but-- Starclan wasn't something that was dumb. "You're the du-dumb one," he weakly shot back. And then the third, Checker, spoke. Sending a glare up at him for a moment, Cloudwatcher turned his head away. "Starclan doesn't lie. In fact, they gave me a prophecy that helped Windclan, thank you very much." He hissed.}

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^{Cloudwatcher kept muttering something to himself as he scrambled around. There was no time to waste, especially with the eye. Cloudwatcher knew that in the long run she would lose it, but... grabbing some leaves that looked like they had blown over from a tree, he shoved them in his mouth and chewed. Grabbing some more, he gently covered the eye and the surrounding area with leaves, before pasting it down with the pulp he made. And while he worked, Cloudwatcher started to realize this was him working. Not Starclan guiding him. And something changed inside him.}

^{Snapping back into the present, the Windclan captive turned around to face deeper into the territory. “HEY, BLOODCLAN! SOMEONE GET THE MEDIC!” He yowled out, wanting to add some nasty words but knew that wasn’t the best idea.}