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Post by Moonstar on Jul 17, 2007 21:16:44 GMT -5
OOC: That was in the apprentice den for waaaaaaaaaaaaaay too long. BIC: *In a group of cats, mostly apprentice, there is a she-cat. Still slightly stained with blood, she limps along, in her mouth a corpse of a cat. A big black with, a brown chest and paw, his neck dyed red with blood. She narrows her blue-green eyes as she approaches camp. Home.*
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Post by Runningfoot on Aug 7, 2007 19:48:53 GMT -5
*a tom cat is a couple strides behind her, limping a little bit from a wound on one leg*
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Post by Moonstar on Aug 7, 2007 23:25:11 GMT -5
OOC: Hawkpaw, I assume? BIC: *The blue-gray she-cat limps next to him, not letting go of the black cat's body, as if afraid of losing a choise piece of fresh-kill.* Look. *She says in a muffled voice.* I can see the camp. I think that's Moonstar looking at us. *Indeed there was a black cat staring in their direction, but it still surprises Waterpaw. The tom was so thin and his pelt was dull. Fury rushes through her. It's because of Batwing. I'm glad I killed the dirty crowfood. The RiverClan leader squints forward, hardly daring to believe it. But the scent, though masked by the scent of rogue cat, was definitely familliar. He beckons at a bright ginger she-cat nearby.* Gingerfur, is it... Yes, Moonstar. It is. *Instantly he's at his paws at and rushes toward them, Gingerfur at his heels.* Snowpaw! Rainpaw! Darkpaw! *The RiverClan leader yowls in delight. He licks each of them on the ear, a rare softness brimming in his piercing green eyes. Gingerfur licks Darkpaw as well.* My kit, my precious kit... *The ginger she-cat softly mews. Then she rests her tail and Hawkpaw's shoulder.* I see my apprentice is back. Where have you all been? *She asks the brown tabby, though in curiousity rather than anger. Waterpaw steps up.* I shall tell. Please, just let us have a moment to settle back in RiverClan. *Moonstar dips his head, eyes focusing on Batwing's corpse.*
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Post by Runningfoot on Aug 8, 2007 7:35:24 GMT -5
OOC:correct BIC:*Hawkpaw stands back little bit, not wanting to interfear with the famialy reunion*
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Post by Moonstar on Aug 8, 2007 14:51:52 GMT -5
*Moonstar reluctantly stops licking his kits and turns to Hawkpaw and Waterpaw.* Right, you two are the oldest. In my den now, and bring it with you. *He spiits the word it, and eyes Batwing's corpse, showing what 'it' was. Waterpaw bends down and grabs it in her mouth, following Moonstar.* Birchstripe! *Moonstar calls as they pass the medicine cat den.* Come with me. I need to here what happened right away, but they're injured.
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Post by Runningfoot on Aug 8, 2007 14:59:34 GMT -5
Coming Moonstar!*Follows them to the Moonstar's den*
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Post by Moonstar on Aug 8, 2007 15:07:42 GMT -5
*Moonstar sits down and briefly licks his chest before speaking, then lifts his head and places his piercing green gaze on them.* I assume you are aware you were gone for at least moon, with my kits. *He meows, putting some emphasis on the last three words.* And you return with this traitor's corpse, which makes me assume you were on a warriors' mission. What happened? *Waterpaw rises and begins to speak,* I wanted revenge against Batwing, sir. Your kits and Hawkpaw wanted to come with me, and I never could've done it without them. We found Batwing, who had gathered a group of five rogues. It was small, but a beginning of 'BatClan', and would've been able to kill more cats sometime soon. Foir a moon we infiltrated them, and then I gathered reinforcements; Dirtclaw, Streakpaw, and Duke. We killed Batwing and scattered his rogues. RiverClan shall not have to live in fear of him ever again. *Moonstar nods and turns to Hawkpaw.* Is there anything you'd like to add?
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Post by Runningfoot on Aug 8, 2007 20:14:18 GMT -5
Omly that, without waterpaw, we would have failed
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Post by Moonstar on Aug 8, 2007 22:19:38 GMT -5
I see. Let Birchstripe finish with your wounds, then it'll be time for your warrior ceremonies. *The RiverClan leader meows subtly, and strides out of the den of reeds. Almost as soon as he disappears, a blur of white comes charging in, as a voice is saying,* Snowpaw, I don't think we should barge in like...oh StarClan! *Rainpaw walks in after her, shaking his head in exasperation.* Hi, guys! What did he say? *Snowpaw mews eagerly.*
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Post by Runningfoot on Aug 11, 2007 11:14:44 GMT -5
*Birchclaw called quickly*Duskpaw?please bring some merigold, cobwebs, and comfry, and goldenrod!*she waits for her apprentice to come back then aadds*and some poppy seed!*she wanted them to sleep right away, but Waterpaw and Hawkpaw had warrior ceromonies*
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Post by Moonstar on Aug 22, 2007 20:52:28 GMT -5
*Duskpaw nods, and hurries off, feeling intense admiration for the apprentices. It must've been amazing...fighting off Batwing and his rogues...why am I thinking that? The dark gray tom thought in surprise. He shook his head. He was a medicine cat.*
Birchstripe, Moonstar wanted you to make sure we're all right, the old worrywort. *Snowpaw meows, amusement glittering in her blue eyes. As usualy, Rainpaw looks mortified at how openly she'll talk about Moonstar.*
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Post by Runningfoot on Aug 24, 2007 11:39:48 GMT -5
*Darkpaw flicked her with his tail.*be nice to daddy!
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Post by Moonstar on Aug 24, 2007 18:52:06 GMT -5
I'm nice to him! *Snowpaw mews indignantly.* I just think I'm fine and we shouldn't bother Birchstripe. *Duskpaw returns, admiration for the cats brimming in his eyes.*
OOC: Just want to say Duskpaw's going to stay med. cat apprentice. I decided his lust for being a warrior would be an interesting quirk.
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Post by Runningfoot on Aug 25, 2007 17:00:45 GMT -5
OOC:good! BIC:thanks.Here now, you can help me. Put the horsetail on right there, then put the comfry on the cobwebs, then put it on the wound.Here*moves to Waterpaw and shows how to do it*Now, you try on Hawkpaw
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Post by Moonstar on Aug 26, 2007 17:00:15 GMT -5
OOC: Really random, but I'm listening to Lostshadow's theme song, "Song for Sonny Liston". Why I brought that up I don't know. ;D BIC: *Dukspaw nods, his mind wandering slightly. He applied the horsetail where Birchstripe had, and wrapped comfrey and cobwebs around the wounds.*
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