Re: Burning Embers & Tearful Goodbyes [WindClan Fire Event]
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Re: Burning Embers & Tearful Goodbyes [WindClan Fire Event]
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Re: Burning Embers & Tearful Goodbyes [WindClan Fire Event]
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~~Scorpion~~ { @puppeteer(for Basilkit) } { open } Scorpion screamed when another cat ran over and snatched the kit, whose name was Basilkit, away from her, jump scaring her. "I WAS TRYING TO HELP, IDIOT!!!!!" She screeched at the tom, coughing as she inhaled smoke. I'm not leaving this place until everyone is safely out! Scorpion continued to scout the burning camp, ignoring her injuries. Her sandy tan fur was turning black, her eyes were watering, she could barely see where she was going, she was coughing a lot, but she was determined to help. |
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Frostkit watched with fear as a rouge tried to take Rosekit, Peachfrost was snarling at the rouge to let the other kit go Frostkit let out the most threatening hiss she could muster in hopes of scaring the rouge but her throat hurt from all the smoke and it ended up sounding more like a cough instead.
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Darkness spotted her vision and she pushed one last time towards the closest free cat. Her scarred, scorched lungs caused to her to cough, placing the two kits on the open, unburned ground out of harm's way temporarily, and stumbled back so she wouldn't crush them. "Help them." She pleaded at the cat, stumbling back again on unsteady paws. "HELP THEM." The Guardian choked out, swaying once, twice, then crumbling to the ground, burned flank and stomach unveiled as she was limp on the ground, partially in the apprentices den entrance, not blocking it, but her shoulders grazed the edge of the entrance as she fell, unconscious to the ground. Smoke. Her weakened lungs didn't stand a chance. ( open for a warrior or apprentice to come get the two kits out!!)[/FONT] |
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Rosekit looked around. Why is everyone fighting over me?! Was the only thing he could think of as he watched three cats fight over saving him. So, I might have caused a problem while a fires going around... {@Larissa @Poprock @Scallywagz - Barleybite, The Guardian, Owl} |
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Lightningpaw A screech. An acrid, burning stench in the air. A cacophony of yowls, pain and fear rampart in the air. It didn't take much to wake the calico apprentice from her light slumber on the best of days. In a matter of seconds, Lightningpaw was awake, fur normally smooth and snug against her form lay in a wild, disarrayed form as she rushed from Cowtuft's den in a panic. The leader was trying to ensure everyone was out safely, but there was... there was something dreadful going on. Something savage, hot, and evidently hungry was raging about the moors, eating at the grasslands and very ground with an unmatched ferocity. She could only assume it was the very word that kept ringing from everywhere around her. Fire! And it would stop at nothing until everything burned. Panic paralyzed the apprentice for a moment, her almond shaped eyes wide as she realized... she had no idea what to do. She was... lost. Lightningpaw had no idea how to handle this. How to help. Get to the river... that's what everyone was saying. Right. River. But first... was everyone safe? That was... part of her job, right? She had to ensure everyone left first? She certainly couldn't help anyone if they got hurt here. She didn't know how! So the best treatment? Avoid them getting hurt in the first place! Wildly looking around, a movement caught her eye at the corner of the camp. Kits! And... a fight? Seriously?! Why was Peachfrost... wait. Who was this tom? And why was Aspenstrike collapsed by the apprentices' den? Where was here mother? And her mentor? And Leechscar... and... and... "Enough!" Lightningpaw snarled, more to herself than to anyone else. She was losing focus again. Letting her mind fog quickly with this jet black, acrid fog. What she needed was a plan. And fast! And for that, she needed everyone else to focus as well. "Yo, you!" the small apprentice yowled, her body close enough to the ground that the smoke still hadn't coated her lungs yet. "Barleybite. You've got Rosekit and Basilkit already? Good! Get them out, now!" The apprentice's voice left little place for argument, a dangerous flash in her eyes as she spoke. She wouldn't let anyone die here over ineptitude. She might not know much of anything about them, but if she had to guess, what with an impending fire rushing towards their camp, now was not the time or place to start a fight. Barleybite seemed to still have a good head on his shoulders, though. Good enough to handle a couple of kits, and fast. One of them already seemed to be injured! Now for the troublemakers! "Peachfrost! Take Frostkit and Silverkit out of here, please! There's no time to lose. And you," the lithe calico snarled, gaze turning sharply towards the newcomer. "You wanna make yourself useful? Help me out here. We gotta get her out, now!" Lightningpaw did not wait to see if her instructions were followed. She hadn't even intended them as such. She just needed order. Focus. Something to make sense of this inky, smokey chaos. And that meant stopping the fight and giving everyone something to do... for now. They were all big cats. They'd know what to do even better than her. But hopefully they - the fighting ones, she was definitely thinking about the fighting ones - stopped thinking with their tails for long enough to realize they needed to get everyone out. It was that or getting a panic attack, and she was fairly certain she could feel one grasping, trying to claw its way to the back of her mind. Rushing towards Aspenstrike's side, the apprentice grabbed at the guardian's neck scruff, trying desperately - and failing quite spectacularly - at pulling her out of the den. Right... Strength. She always was the weakest of her littermates... Well rabbit droppings. This was an excellent start to an already fabulous night. - @Poprock [Peachfrost] | @jupiter [Aspenstrike - Silverkit] | @Larissa [Barleybite] | @SoulJoy [Rosekit] | @puppeteer [Basilkit] | @Mistfire [Frostkit] | @Scallywagz [Owl] | Sorry for the mass mention. Lightningpaw saw the fight breaking out and the fainted Aspenstrike and decided to go with her gut. Feel free to have any and all ignore everything she said! This is just her way of handling that impending panic attack. | |
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Hi :3 Smallwing had been on the back of a cat....what was his name? Well she has fallen off, heavy with kits she felt a contraction. No no no! She couldn't be having her kits now....could she? "Damn it!" she screeched, her tone filled with fear, sickness, and pain. As a contraction gripped her stomach once more. "Cowtuft please!" she wailed, staggering a bit forward as more contractions and ripples of pain crossed her path. Falling into a heap of crying, ruffled, singed fur the fluffy grey queen let out one more howl before giving up. Every few minutes that passed her contractions only got worse. "Please..." she whimpered. |
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