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Post by Hatchey on Oct 31, 2007 18:29:17 GMT -5
Stelthfully Shimmerpaw stalked. i am going to tell rosestar if....... she never got to finish as she triped, spraining her paw in the process, and fell into manged mess of thorns. the thorns dug into her skin and she wimpered in pain. she strugled, even though that made it worse.
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Post by faith on Nov 4, 2007 10:44:11 GMT -5
Risingdestiny yawned widly as he continued to walk at his own leisurly pace. The patrols hadn't needed him today and now he was extremly bored and restless. Scenting the air out of boredom he stiffened, the scent he smelled on the wind was of a young Windclan she-cat in distress. 'It is amazing how much you can tell from a scent' he thought though this one was not particularlly firmilar to him. Following his nose he soon heard the apprentice's whimpers. but in the large mashing mess of nettles he couldn't pin her location down. "Where are you?" he called softly hoping she would be able to reply clearly.
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Post by Hatchey on Nov 4, 2007 13:20:55 GMT -5
Shimmerpaw saw Risingdestiny and choked out im right here. please help me blood had her fur matted and one of here eyes was matted shut from the blood. but she refused to show pain as she continued to struggle.
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Post by faith on Nov 4, 2007 13:31:30 GMT -5
Risingdestiny followed the choked voice and saw the struggling cat tangled deeply in the nettles. Wincing in sympath he crawled in and tried to start untangling her but her struggling cuased the first one he got undone to fly up and smack him in the face. His nose scratched and bleeding he meowed to her in a kind voice slurred by the salty blood in his mouth, "Pleash try tho sthop mothing" as he continued to get scratched by the flying nettles.
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Post by Hatchey on Nov 4, 2007 14:46:02 GMT -5
Shimmerpaw stoped her struggling and looked at risingdestiny
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Post by faith on Nov 6, 2007 8:43:07 GMT -5
"Thanks," Risingdestiny mumbled to her through his current obstical he was hualing off of her by it's hypithetical scruff. He continued to bombard the desolate nettles until he had freed her. He sat back weirly and looked at her kindly, "Are you OK?" Of corse he was nearly as scratched up as her after getting her out of them but he could lick his own pricks and scratches later, others always come first.
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Post by Hatchey on Nov 16, 2007 17:47:12 GMT -5
she nodded, though she was bleeding uncontrolably
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Post by faith on Nov 26, 2007 22:37:14 GMT -5
"Alright then You think we can get you back to camp to stop that bleeding?" He asked licking at a few of her deeper scrathes as he waited for a reply.
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