06-22-2019, 08:18 PM
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Tail dragging in the dirt and paws landing heavily, he winced at the source of such a scent, it filled his nostrils and choked him. Where are they taking us? Are they going to kill us? Is this a trick? He stopped and lowered himself to the ground, burying his face into the fluffy chest fur that stuck out the most. But with more urging to get him to his paws again, he stood and continued to follow.
At the camp, his ears were filled with near silence. Only soft whispers exchanged from the entrance of dens, but still he kept his eyes on the ground. He refused to raise his head, belly fur dragging, getting dirtier and dirtier with each step. His eyes stung with the threat of tears again as they approached the medicine cat's den.
Panting softly from the sprint back to the camp, Turtlepaw laid outside the elder's den with Willowspots sitting next to him. "[b]Son, you have to steady your breathing, or you'll run out of breath like this." they placed a paw on his side, "You can eat a bit more, I can nearly feel..." their voiced trailed as they saw Heron and Crow being led to the cozy den that healed so many before. They held their tongue as they saw the poor state both the kits were in, Turtlepaw shook the paw off of himself as he sat up, "We found them on a patrol. They were hiding in a small den made in the roots of a great tree." he reported, looking up with a tint of sadness "Do you think Froststar will allow them to stay with us?"
Feeling himself get antsy, he inched close to Willowspots, the elder already lowering their head to give the apprentice comforting licks, "I'm sure she will" they said between licks. Only pausing when Turtlepaw pulled away, "Do you know where Russetfur is? We weren't able to find the rock and want to ask if he can take me." the young tom was still set on getting the rock, it was going to be a gift for his dear friend.
Eyes lighting up and as his posture perked up, he then asked "Or Spottednose?" but was told that both had been sent on separate patrols.
Collapsing into the nest next to Heron, Crow only sighed at how comfy it was. The black tom then buried his face into the bedding and began to shake. We were followed! We were attacked, we watched our no good father rip his mate's throat out! he wanted to scream, he wanted to cry, he wanted to go back to Ravencloud.
He stayed silent. Too tired to speak, to move, to think. Hell, he barely had the energy to breathe. And with that, he passed out once more.
[b]crow
On the way to the camp, Crow limped after Heron, eyes glued to the ground as he took careful steps over the unfamiliar path. He refused to look at the new cats. He refused to look at his dear sister. Tail dragging in the dirt and paws landing heavily, he winced at the source of such a scent, it filled his nostrils and choked him. Where are they taking us? Are they going to kill us? Is this a trick? He stopped and lowered himself to the ground, burying his face into the fluffy chest fur that stuck out the most. But with more urging to get him to his paws again, he stood and continued to follow.
At the camp, his ears were filled with near silence. Only soft whispers exchanged from the entrance of dens, but still he kept his eyes on the ground. He refused to raise his head, belly fur dragging, getting dirtier and dirtier with each step. His eyes stung with the threat of tears again as they approached the medicine cat's den.
Panting softly from the sprint back to the camp, Turtlepaw laid outside the elder's den with Willowspots sitting next to him. "[b]Son, you have to steady your breathing, or you'll run out of breath like this." they placed a paw on his side, "You can eat a bit more, I can nearly feel..." their voiced trailed as they saw Heron and Crow being led to the cozy den that healed so many before. They held their tongue as they saw the poor state both the kits were in, Turtlepaw shook the paw off of himself as he sat up, "We found them on a patrol. They were hiding in a small den made in the roots of a great tree." he reported, looking up with a tint of sadness "Do you think Froststar will allow them to stay with us?"
Feeling himself get antsy, he inched close to Willowspots, the elder already lowering their head to give the apprentice comforting licks, "I'm sure she will" they said between licks. Only pausing when Turtlepaw pulled away, "Do you know where Russetfur is? We weren't able to find the rock and want to ask if he can take me." the young tom was still set on getting the rock, it was going to be a gift for his dear friend.
Eyes lighting up and as his posture perked up, he then asked "Or Spottednose?" but was told that both had been sent on separate patrols.
Collapsing into the nest next to Heron, Crow only sighed at how comfy it was. The black tom then buried his face into the bedding and began to shake. We were followed! We were attacked, we watched our no good father rip his mate's throat out! he wanted to scream, he wanted to cry, he wanted to go back to Ravencloud.
He stayed silent. Too tired to speak, to move, to think. Hell, he barely had the energy to breathe. And with that, he passed out once more.