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Post by Swimfast on Aug 15, 2009 11:32:30 GMT -5
Blizzard slowly padded into the camp, Hurricane still lay in motionless lump on his shoulders. He could feel her sides flex slightly as she tried to breathe, he stopped, and bent, and let her slide to the ground. He looked at her torn, tattered, and bloody body. Now, hopefully, Windclan remembers what I did for them, and returns the favor.
Blizzard licked the top of Hurricane's head, and called, "I need help! Please!" He glanced back at Hurricane, and laid his head on hers, and murmured, "It's going to be okay, dear sister." Blizzard lifted his head, and took a hesitated step further into the camp.
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Post by Charbarboo on Aug 15, 2009 14:24:41 GMT -5
The rain was still pouring down over the open moors. And a fog hung in the air. Surely, all the rabbits had retreated into their holes, so there was no point to have many patrols out. There was enough food in the fresh kill pile, after all...
A dark shape sat by a small bush. Just waiting out the rain. You could just barely make out deep, green eyes. The eyes of the WindClan deputy, Mosseyes, of course.
She looked hopefully to the sky, as if that would make the rain stop.
"I need help! Please!"
The plea pierced her ears. Mosseyes tasted the air. There were intruders in the camp!
The tabby sprung up on her black legs and headed the direction where the scent had came from.
"What are you doing here, fox dung?" she hissed upon her arrival. She took a heartbeat to examine the scene. A whitish tom with multiple colors carrying a she-cat that looked like him. They were both bleeding, the she-cat limp, and the tom looked exhausted. She had scene the tom before, somewhere, but couldn't remember clearly.
Mosseyes felt an overwhelming pang of pity on these two cats. "What happened?" she mewed urgently.
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Post by Swimfast on Aug 15, 2009 17:43:40 GMT -5
Blizzard sighed, "I don't know if you remember me. I'm the loner who warned your clan that they were going to be attacked, and I fought with you." He looked at Hurricane, "Me and a Dead Plains cat were....on bad terms. And arranged to fight, but...Hurricane, my sister, went in my place. I showed up, and....killed, Fang. But Hurricane....needs help."
Blizzard blinked away the rain, and shivered slightly, "Could you help her? Please....it was a mistake. She wasn't supposed to get hurt...She wasn't even supposed to be there...." Why did you do it...Hurricane? He flicked his tail, and quickly licked Hurricane's cold, wet head again, before facing the Windclan deputy.
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Post by Charbarboo on Aug 16, 2009 21:00:29 GMT -5
The memory of the cat came back to her. She had thought he was an attacker, but had fought side by side with the WindClan cats. Mosseyes blinked the memory away.
Right now, it didn't matter what the cat had done. All that matter was that Hurricane needed help now.
"Follow me, Silverpaw is probably in her den. Even she isn't willing enough to gather herbs in this whether," she mewed, starting toward the medicine cat's den.
She stopped mid stride and turned toward the two cats. "What's your name, loner?" she asked, curiously.
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Post by Swimfast on Aug 17, 2009 10:27:32 GMT -5
Blizzard dug his teeth into Hurricane's scruff, and pulled her onto his shoulder's again. Then he faced the Windclan deputy, "I'm Blizzard, and my sister is Hurricane." He took a slow step, then another, then another. He paused, when Hurricane started to slide, then continued on.
The rain was still pouring, stinging Blizzard's wounds, and he felt water dripping from his whiskers. But he walked until he was next to the Windclan cat, "And if I remember correctly, your Mosseyes right?"
OOC: Should we start another thread in the medicene cat den?
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Post by Charbarboo on Aug 22, 2009 10:40:46 GMT -5
Mosseyes looked at the tom once more before giving her response.
"Yes, that's right. You have a good memory, Blizzard." she mewed.
The tabby she-cat set off for the medicine cat's den before the loner could say anything more. Hopefully Silverpaw would have all the herbs she needed. If not, then the deputy would send out another cat to fetch them for her. A cat's life was endanger.
And, also hopefully, there would be no other patients in need at the moment.
{{OOC: Sure }}
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Post by Swimfast on Aug 24, 2009 10:12:28 GMT -5
Blizzard slowly dragged himself after Mosseyes, carefully balancing Hurricane on his shoulders. He stopped at the entrance of a den, and looked at the Windclan cat, "Should I just lay her in here?" He shook his head, and sent rain droplets flying.
OOC: Sorry, short post. Do you want to start the thread in the Medicene Cat Den, or should I start it?
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Post by Charbarboo on Sept 1, 2009 20:33:19 GMT -5
"Yes, but gently. We don't want her to become worse than she is already." Mosseyes mewed softly.
She set her green eyes on Hurricane. The poor thing. . . Mosseyes hoped that the loner would soon heal. And that Silverpaw had all needed to heal her. . .
The tabby shook the thought away. Of course the young medicine cat would have all the needed herbs, it was still Green-leaf, after-all. Herbs were always most plentiful then.
{{OOC: Short post  You can start it }}
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Post by Swimfast on Sept 2, 2009 17:17:05 GMT -5
OOC: I'll just ask whoever has Silverpaw to post in this thread.
Blizzard nodded, and laid Hurricane carefully on the ground. She groaned a little, and he quickly licked her head. Blood still trickled from her wounds, into a puddle near her feet. He looked up into the rain, that continued to pelt from the sky, and murmured, "Where can I find your Medicene Cat?" Blizzard flicked his tail, and stared into the forest green eyes of the Windclan deputy.
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Post by Charbarboo on Nov 20, 2009 18:15:24 GMT -5
"Where can I find your Medicine Cat?"
Mosseyes had to take a second before answering the loner's question. In all honesty, the deputy was not completely sure where exactly the medicine cat was at this point in time. She knew that there was a good chance of Silverpaw being in somewhere in camp, especially because of the rain that still poured down form the heavens. But, then again, she could be at the other end of the territory at this moment. The thought of Hurricane having to wait for Silverpaw's reappearance put a knot in her belly.
The tabby looked around with searching green eyes, not finding the young silver cat nearby.
"She's probably just checking up somewhere in camp, I'll go look for her, while you stay her with Hurricane. Alright?"
The she-cat meowed, trying not to let her fears slip from her tongue.
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Post by Swimfast on Nov 20, 2009 18:49:25 GMT -5
Blizzard dipped his head, and waved his tail, "Thank you." He looked at Hurricane, her side rose, and he blinked in relief. She would be able to make it until their medicine cat arrived. He looked back at Mosseyes, his eyes glowed with happiness, but a hint of concern was still hiding in them.
Blizzard looked around, not knowing what to do, he was hungry, but he didn't want to intrude on their food right away. He sat next to Hurricane, and pressed his body against hers, then curled his tail around his paws.
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Post by Super Lemon on Dec 15, 2009 20:30:37 GMT -5
Silverpaw tumbeled onto the scene. "i was picking herbs! what did I miss?" she mewed when she had caught her breath.
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Post by Swimfast on Dec 20, 2009 16:17:45 GMT -5
Blizzard jumped up, "Are you the medicine cat!?" His heart pounded as he looked at Hurricane, and he didn't give the cat a chance to reply. He flicked his tail against Hurricane's wet, cold body, and felt her rasp as she tried to breathe. "She needs help! Quickly! Please!" His mind raced, and leaned lick Hurricane's neck, he cringed as his own wounds stung in the rain. A drop of water trickled into his eye, and he blinked. His fur prickled, even though it was matted against his skin with water. Please please be okay Hurricane!
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Post by Super Lemon on Dec 21, 2009 11:23:33 GMT -5
"What happened to her?" Silverpaw mewed hurriedly.
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Post by Swimfast on Dec 21, 2009 15:56:28 GMT -5
Blizzard blinked, and watched the rain hit, and bounce off of the ground. He sighed, "It's..... A long story....It doesn't matter what happened, just help her, please. She got involved in something, that she shouldn't have been involved in. And... I just need you to help her." He took a step toward the cat, and grunted, as pain flurried through his body.
Blizzard touched his paw to Hurricane's, and she moaned slightly in reply. He meowed, "Please, help her. Don't ask me anymore questions, just do what you can for her. Please."
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Post by Super Lemon on Dec 21, 2009 18:07:28 GMT -5
((OOC: no silly. what injuries, not what took place! XD for instance, I would treat the situation differently if Hurricane was attacked by rats than is she was attacked by another cat.))
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Post by Swimfast on Dec 22, 2009 16:44:33 GMT -5
OOC: Yeah, I know, but Blizzard doesn't like to talk about it. Silverpaw is smart, she can just look at the injuries, and treat them. But if you really wanna know, she was attacked by another cat, but Blizzard isn't gonna talk about it! ^-^
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Post by Super Lemon on Dec 22, 2009 19:30:14 GMT -5
((ooc: ok!))
Silverpaw made some poltices of horsetail and marigold and applied them to the wounds. "I think she'll be alright." She mewed. "Now, are you ok? any cuts or scratches?"
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Post by Swimfast on Dec 23, 2009 15:31:55 GMT -5
Blizzard took a step back, "I'm.....I'm fine." He swallowed, and tried not to flinch when he took another step. "I....I need to go.... Walk, or something. Can... Can you watch her for me?" He leaned to lick her neck, then stood again, a slight moan escaped his lips. But he waved his tail, "I'm fine. Don't worry about me. I'm..... I'm going now. Take care of Hurricane."
Blizzard gazed at her for a few more moments, and then trotted toward the trees. He breathed in the air, trying to scent prey, but he had too much on his mind. His wounds were sore, and he was exhausted. The wind blew a chilling breeze, that ruffled his fur. Blizzard sighed, and watched his breath cloud. And then he flopped onto the ground in between a tree, and it's root. He curled up, and laid his tail over his legs, then closed his eyes.
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