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Post by ℳoon 浤 on Jun 23, 2012 1:26:34 GMT -5
Crowbone limped into the camp with the rest of the warriors, looking back and forth at which cats had been severely injured. He noticed a few causalities. Who had they lost? Amberheart... Mapleberry... Puddlewhisker... Clearpaw, and probably others too, he thought. The worst part about the battle was knowing that Scatterstar's plan had cost the lives of several good warriors, and even the medicine cat.
He listened to the other cats, asking questions much to their leader's obvious irritation. The dusty brown tom's loyalty to his Clan made him unimpressed with their behavior. They could incite a rebellion if they weren't careful. "The extra land will be good for our Clan," he meowed loudly. "More food in leafbare."
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Post by sil on Jun 23, 2012 12:44:10 GMT -5
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[/i][/color] At Blackstorm’s retort, all Fishbone wanted to do was spit fury at the deputy. How dare he quote the Warrior Code to him after what all of them had just done? With the taste of Ripplestar’s blood still lingering in his mouth, Fishbone wanted to scream at the both of them, cursing them to rot eternally in the Dark Forest. But the Dark Forest didn’t exist any longer, and neither did StarClan.
Before he could even part his blood-streaked jaws, Fishbone stopped. He wasn’t angry at Blackstorm. He wasn’t even angry at Scatterstar. Mostly, he was frustrated and upset with himself. He needed to calm down and clear his mind before he forgot why he had to do what was necessary in the battle. Fishbone loved his Clan more than anything. Loyalty to NorthClan was most important to him.
“I wasn’t trying to challenge your authority by asking those questions, Scatterstar,” he meowed, amber eyes watching his leader carefully. After a moment, he dipped his head to Scatterstar. “If I had a chance to redo everything, I would have still done all that you asked.” Fishbone excused himself with a flick of his beige-rimmed ears and turned to find Harespirit.
With the adrenaline from the battle fading, the pains of his injuries were coming back in full, and they could probably use some attention now. “Actually, I could use some help. I don’t really know what to do about this.” He indicated to a dirty, jagged wound along his flank that was still bleeding a little. Fishbone sat down on the familiar stone and glanced at Shadestone and his dead apprentice. “We have a lot of good Clanmates to sit vigil for tonight,” he murmured sadly.
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Post by Durango on Jun 24, 2012 22:28:47 GMT -5
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Scatterstar whispered a command for silence to Blackstorm. He knew how much the rest of the Clan seemed to disapprove of him. He nodded to Lightningfur. "Yes, your help would be much appreciated, Lightningfur," he meowed. Glad someone's trying to be helpful around here. He presumed his words had gotten through to her and that she fully understood why he had gone on his mission to take down EastClan.
Slowly the rest of the cats seemed to resign to his authority too, much to his relief. "I'm going to my den now," he meowed to them. "Rest up and get your wounds checked. Those who are going to mark the EastClan territory, take your leave." He stalked off towards his den in the stones.
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Post by owlflight on Jun 25, 2012 16:35:32 GMT -5
Owlflight had no desire to march back into the former EastClan territory to remark the borders. She watched as Lightningfur left NorthClan's camp alone. Scatterstar stalked back to his den as Blackstorm left as well. She was glad that the leader and deputy were gone for now.
She felt torn. Maybe she should feel relived that NorthClan had more access to a source of prey. Her Clan will now thrive despite odds. But then again, they had undoubtedly sentenced another Clan to a slow death.
Owlflight sighed loudly. On silent paws, she rose up and ran out the camp, only wanting peace before she buried her dead clan mates and sat vigil for them.
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Post by Bloodpaw on Jun 27, 2012 13:51:08 GMT -5
Eclipsesun sat at the edge of the camp, surveying what had happened to the rest of his Clan. He didn't feel any remorse for what they'd done to EastClan, but he did feel bad that it had cost them some of their own Clan members. He trusted the word of their leader, but when he saw what cats did not return with them he couldn't help but feel disheartened. "We've lost many good warriors," he meowed. "But they did not die in vain."
He approached Crowbone and sat down next to him. He could see that one of the apprentices had been killed in battle. "Poor little kit," he meowed. "At least we know that NorthClan itself will thrive for moons and moons to come." |
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Post by h a r e . xxx on Jun 28, 2012 19:59:41 GMT -5
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Harespirit continued his look-over of his Clanmates, sadness pricking at his heart and mind. He looked over at his fallen Clanmates' bodies and especially felt guilty. 'I should have been able to save all of these cats. Mapleberry would have been able to! I wish I hadn't been such a coward there. Then maybe the cats may have lived,' the long-haired dark tom thought as he closed his eyes and turned his head away. Would he have?
Shaking it off, he looked around him. Fishbone seemed to be the worst of the cats, the gore covering him in a gruesome crimson glow in the reflected light. The medicine cat walked over to him and looking him over once more, deciding that he needed cleaned up and treated.
"Once you get yourself cleaned up, come to my den and I'll give you some poppy seeds and put marigold on your injuries. You will be much more comfortable afterwards," the tom meowed firmly but gently. He knew that these warriors might decline treatment. But after looking around, Fishbone seemed to be the worst injury. He would have to find Voidpaw and have her help take care of the more minor cases.
With that decision, he nodded to his Clanmate and went a short distance to find his apprentice. Hopefully she was close by, and if not she was collecting herbs. Which they would need plenty of, even with his mentor's storage still stocked how he left it.
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Post by sil on Jul 1, 2012 18:29:46 GMT -5
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[/i][/color] Fishbone sat patiently while Harespirit looked him over. The tabby tom felt sorry for the young medicine cat, having lost Mapleberry before his training was complete. On the plus side, Voidpaw showed promise as a good apprentice, and that should lessen the burden on the grey tom. “Most of the… uh…” Fishbone struggled as memories resurfaced. “Most of the blood isn’t mine,” he meowed, indicating the gore down his front.
When Harespirit issued his orders, Fishbone gave a small nod. He felt the familiar pull toward the solidarity of the mountains, to rest in solitude and seclusion away from other cats. The conflicting emotions of sadness and triumph through the camp, and the disapproving stares from his Clanmates at his questioning of Scatterstar were too much for him. His courage and leadership during the battle had deflated and he felt defeated. While he typically couldn’t care less about what others thought of him, the idea that his Clanmates might not see him as a truly loyal NorthClanner hurt him more than anything.
Fishbone excused himself after he muttered a promise to come back once he was clean. The Warrior picked himself up and made his way out of the camp. He would wash away the grime another way, because the thought of licking himself clean made him utterly nauseous.
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Post by owlflight on Jul 1, 2012 21:01:37 GMT -5
Owlflight had trudged back into NorthClan's camp, hoping no one noticed her absence. She managed to catch a vole on her way to make up for it; but the day had finally caught up with her and the calmness that she received from her run-in with the kittypet Koi had worn off.
She dropped her prey in the freshkill pile and went looking for Harespirit. The gash on her flank that she received from the battle was stinging an awful lot now. As he wasn't in the clearing, she headed for the Medicine Cat den, thinking that he and his apprentice Voidpaw were working in there.
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Post by lolita on Jul 9, 2012 2:51:51 GMT -5
Iceleaf rushed to greet the warriors when they came back into the camp. She touched noses with them, looking for her mate. But when she didn't find him her heart began to sink. The father of her kits was nowhere to be seen among the victorious warriors. Crookedstripe... She closed her deep amber eyes and took in a deep breath. "Has anyone seen Crookedstripe? Did he come back with you, was he killed?" she asked desperately. She stared into the eyes of the warriors and even at their leader but no one seemed to know.
"Please, someone tell me what happened to my mate!" she wailed. Her eyes glittered darkly as she looked at Scatterstar. If he's dead because of you... She shook her head. She didn't want to hurt their leader even if she didn't believe in his authority especially since it may have cost her her mate.
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