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Post by TheMysticHeart on Jan 9, 2018 17:27:19 GMT -5
Bloodstone shivered. This was strange. It had turned deathly quiet now. “This is terrifying” She said, gently pulling Batkit closer to her chest “ I know it was just faint groans but, something’s off. Something’s verry verry off...”
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Post by TheMysticHeart on Jan 9, 2018 17:17:41 GMT -5
Bloodstone woke up to a faint rumbling groaning. “What on earth is that?” She said to herself...
(Yay! Nightclan!)
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Post by TheMysticHeart on Jan 9, 2018 17:12:12 GMT -5
Casava: Casava awoke trembling. “Great. Just great fan-flipping-tastic. It’s raining. It’s fliping raining.” Toxic memories flooded into casava’s mind of her old life like the rain floods a leaf into a puddle. her sister was so young her little sister... “SHE WAS ONLY FIVE MOONS OLD!!......” Casava shouted at herself, not loud enough for anyone else outside the tree trunk to hear. ~“ShE wAS onLy FiVE MooNs OLd”~ She said again as more of a wimper. And her father OH her father. He was the only one who cared for her. Him and casava’s sister were the only ones who had ever cared for her. And now their dead. “Curse you you stupid rain” Casava said, tears welling in her eyes. “curse you fror taking Sira and Ollie away from me” she murmured, bauling with tears silently. “Curse you- Curse you- I hate you- I hate you- I hate you-“ she said as tears soaked her face. Her father was a handsome tortiseshell Tom, her mother was a tickled brown, like her, but her mother had piercing yellow eyes whereas Casava had inherited her father’s deep blackish green eyes, but she had now idea how Sira had been born with jet black fur and deep violet eyes. She looked exactly like Echo, and if Casava hadn’t cried over her sister’s corpse and buried her in her grave, she honestly would have me thought that Echo WAS Sira. But no. Echo is just another cat. And the rain is just a damn murderer. But Casava always saw her sister in Echo, and this led to three facts that Casava knew; 1. Casava would never harm Echo in any way,’not even if someone offered to give her prey and groom her fur for the rest of her life. 2. Casava would most likely help Echo for any price, still a price, but a rabbit or two would probably be enough for Casava. 3. Casava would most likely be more open with echo, telling her things that sisters would tell each other, because to Casava, Echo WAS Sira. Even if she knows the’re not. Casava, taking a moment to calm down flattened her fur and stood up in her nest. She took a lark and ate it before nosing to the very edges of her moss nest and laped up the small amount of liquid that the moss absorbed in the rain. And lept up and out, waiting on a branch more or less sheltered, watching the rain fall. In a way similar to death, it was quite elegant and beautiful. Dancing and teasing, thretaning to flood and kill, but staying small and graseful as it does so. No, Casava was not afraid of the rain, not of the water itself. No. Casava was afraid of the memories the rain washed ashore, and In a small way, Casava was afraid of ghosts. (Just bein clear here, no. Sira is dead. She is not Echo, she is dead. Just making that clear. So yeah, emotional termoil, fun :3 oh yeah and uh yes, Casava does this every time it rains. Feel sad 4 her now. And one last thing, when I put on the flaws part that Casava is afraid of rain, I mean like, it makes her feel the fear she felt wnen her family died thus making her feel internally unstable in a conversation. Juuuust sayin. Ok I’ll leave) Shortee
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Post by TheMysticHeart on Jan 9, 2018 6:42:29 GMT -5
(XD that’d break Aluri’s heart. She b crushing on Kemmy HARRRRD Mistyreed, HARRRRD I SAY! but a love triangle would be entertaining hehehe... *evil finger taping*)
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Post by TheMysticHeart on Jan 8, 2018 18:42:33 GMT -5
(Also thx for using my bad ‘Zzz’ idea XD)
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Post by TheMysticHeart on Jan 8, 2018 18:40:02 GMT -5
I like et <3
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Post by TheMysticHeart on Jan 8, 2018 18:30:42 GMT -5
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Post by TheMysticHeart on Jan 8, 2018 17:37:17 GMT -5
(Sry I took so long to reply RosePetal I fell asleep XD) “You’re here because you were covered in tiny cuts and you had three jellyfish stings, also because you nearly drowned. Your lucky I knew how to get the water out of your lungs. Not all medicine cats know how, let alone warriors.” She paused and looked over at the kit her gaze darkening... “What were you doing in the ocean wavekit?” She addressed the kit seriously using their new name.
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Post by TheMysticHeart on Jan 8, 2018 17:00:39 GMT -5
I’m sad because i’m trying to copy paste something in google docs on my phone and the ‘select’ feature is NOT cooperating.
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Post by TheMysticHeart on Jan 8, 2018 4:57:18 GMT -5
Quailmask looked over at wavekit smiling kindly. “Yes, i’m Quailmask, and these herbs are all used to heal injuries.” She explained clearly as she sorted out some rotting chickweed for some fresher stalks.
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Post by TheMysticHeart on Jan 8, 2018 4:10:44 GMT -5
(I’m all clear for a time skip)
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Post by TheMysticHeart on Jan 8, 2018 1:04:42 GMT -5
XD
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Post by TheMysticHeart on Jan 8, 2018 1:04:16 GMT -5
(*Bashes face against the table* WHY ARE THERE SO NANY NEW CHARACTERS?!?!!! NOW I NEED TO DRAW LIKE, FOUR REFERANCE SHEETS. and on top of it all I won’t be home for the next four weeks.. and then school starts the week after... oh poo.)
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Post by TheMysticHeart on Jan 7, 2018 19:13:23 GMT -5
Quailmask looked down at the kit her eyes ful of concern. “Everyone out of the den except Thornshade, Sharkstar, and Minnowstream. We don’t want to smother the kit.” She looked over at Nettletooth and said “you can help by making shure nobody comes into the den. And by spreading the word that there’s a kit here. got it?” She said in a calm yet mildly authoritative way.
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Post by TheMysticHeart on Jan 7, 2018 8:36:20 GMT -5
Quailmask entered her den and brought out some cobwebs and marigold for the kit’s scratches. And for the jellyfish stings, she had to bring out an item that she was always shure to steal from twolegs. Grasped in her jaws was a plastic container, in the shape of a small bottle with a long neck, the bottle was nearly half way filled with ‘vinegar’. It was one of the few things twolegs had that could last for over sixteen seasons. Holding the base down with her front paws and grasping the cap between her teeth, she expertly twisted it off as if she had done this many times before, and dripped some vinegar onto the stings before twisting the cap back on and puting the old plastic container back in the corner. She was so grateful that Abissio had fought her that in case she ever came across a jellyfish. The kit looked about >number of< moons old, and should be able to eat solid prey in an imergincy environment such as this. She gently applied the cobwebs and marigold to the tiny scratches all over the kit, bees unable from sharp shells, and remained absolutely silent the whole time, gently massaging the kit’s back between it’s shoulder blades. Why was a kit in the ocean? How had it survived? What was starclans plan for the kit... and how would it’s life unfold?
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