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Post by Amber on Feb 13, 2008 21:17:08 GMT -5
Lonemist strolled towards the hot streams, a smile creeping across his face. Relaxation. He sank into the warm water, enjoying himself, when all at once he was interrupted by a growl behind him. Lonemist jumped to his paws, whipping around to face the offending opponent. A huge badger glared back at him, seeing that he was alone. It was skinny, but that didn't mean it wasn't strong. The badger struck Lonemist against the side of the head, sending him sprawling. He slid across the ground and then sprung up to his paws again before he had even stopped sliding. Blood dripped down the side of his face, and he yowled in anger, darting forward and hopping onto the badger's back, digging in his claws. He dove for the nape of its neck, sinking his teeth in and holding tight. The badger flipped over and crushed the tom under its weight. Lonemist, being a tiny cat, let go instantly. The badger got up again, taking its time, then rounded on him. His whole body was numb, but when he stood and put weight on his back legs a dull pain shot through him. He ignored it, and ran at the badger, though he more like stumbled. A flash of red-orange fur alerted the foe and it turned, only to be hit by a charging Redpaw. She helped Lonemist fight it, and, seeing it was outnumbered, turned and ran off. Lonemist swayed, then fell over, eyes closed and breath coming in slow, rattling gasps. Redpaw, upon examining him, realized he was dripping blood onto the ground, dying the ashes crimson. His legs were splayed out at akward angles. Oh StarClan, he may never walk again! "Someone!" she screamed, not big enough to carry the warrior back to camp.
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Post by Squid on Feb 13, 2008 23:48:21 GMT -5
Silver streaked across AshClan's territory like a bolt of lightning. The extra sensitive ears of Stonestream, a now blind AshClanner, had heard the call of Redpaw, one of the clan apprentices. He raced to Hot Streams fact as his tabby striped legs would take him, narrowly avoiding trees and other obsticles. He skidded to a stop at the burning scent of blood, usually the smell was incredibly strong to a non-blind, so unfortunately, it was unusually strong to him "Alright Redpaw, help me get him back to camp, quick!" Stonestream mewed urgently, grabbing Lonemist by the scruff and picking him up ever so gently. Another scent suddenly caught Stonestream's attention Minnowstep! The dark, storm gray tom that was Stonestream's friend helped "Come on Redpaw" The old blue eyed warrior mewed, his voice soft.
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Post by Amber on Feb 14, 2008 8:17:57 GMT -5
Redpaw was relieved that someone had heard her pleas. She looked scared. "What's wrong with him? Are his legs...broken?"
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Post by Squid on Feb 14, 2008 15:42:21 GMT -5
At Redpaw's question, Minnowstep glanced at his blind friend and set Lonemist down, gently examining each leg, he was former medicine cat and had some knowledge of these things. "They may be" he sighed, once again picking up the tom. Stonestream mewed something muffled by Lonemist's fur then him and Minnowstep began towards camp, Minnowstep looking back only once to see if Redpaw was following.
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Post by Amber on Mar 24, 2008 18:17:49 GMT -5
Indeed she was. She trotted along, a panicked look in her eyes. "Oh no, I was too late, its all my fault," she mumbled to herself dejectedly. Her tail drooped, dragging on the ground, and her head sunk down.
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