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Originally Posted by Turtlestar
(He's in the DS) Slash gazed up at the she-cat, terrified. "Help me," he gasped. "Just... Do something! I'm sorry I attacked. I-I just wanted to be noticed by the Commander. Just do something, please!" His eyes were filled with terror and glazed with pain as he gazed up at the she-cat. His blood soaked the ground around him, turning it red.
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Originally Posted by Moonfur
(Slash is in the DS)
Shadow looked over at the two cats, her ears perked foreword. She continued to collect cobwebs. Soon she walked over hiding her self in the grass.
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Originally Posted by narwhalgirliv
(Sorry for quoting this I kinda just wanna jump if that's okay?)
Lakekit awoke and stretched out when she smelled and saw some strange cats. Even though she hadn't become an apprentice yet, she was 9 1/2 moons, she got in major trouble and was held off, she killed her brother. Her claws unsheathed as she slowly moved mouse lengths closer.
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(Oh, thx. Also, I'm pretty sure this is an open rp..)
The molly felt a bit offended by Slash's words. He was trying to attack and now he wanted help? Pastelle now had doubts about him, but that didn't matter much right now. What she needed was a healer. She personally was a hunter, and knew absolutely no way to cure such a thing.
"I don't think you'd get noticed by the commander by attacking me," the tortoiseshell hissed. "But anyways." Her sweeping gaze made it over to Shadow, who was collecting an assortment of leaves and cobwebs. Making a rash assumption that she was a healer, Pastelle clamped her jaws and shouted. "Hey, you over there! Could you help him?" The words were not very polite; they were more forced than anything, but she did not want to be responsible for Slash's death. The last thing she wanted was for someone to assume that she killed him, and if someone did, she would definitely get punishment.
While waiting for the molly's response, Pastelle scented the air to see if any other cats were nearby, to help out the situation. What she didn't expect was for there to be clan scent nearby. A fairly young cat, it seemed, but older than a kit. A bit of hostility and aggression trickled into Pastelle's heart, and her body spiked with newfound energy, in case that clan-scenting she-cat came over to where she was.