Entering the territory was a fresh breath of air as she left the clearing and camp. It was getting stuffy in there, to many cats for her to enjoy anything. Slashing her tail in the air she sighed. She was going to say something but just completely forgot. She kept walking as she looked like she was on a mission, she wasn’t. She was walking swiftly and with a purpose, unlike half the cats in that clan. She flicked her ear to get a buzzing fly from it and as she kept walking out the territory and towards the border. There she would really get some air.
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“Me, miss? Not by a long shot.”
Her black and white head cocked, Weird... She wasn't sure what to make of such an interaction but she surely wasn't going to play the game. She turned, just noticing Marshhowl and Silentstorm, "Make sure he finds the border, yeah? If he has trouble chase him out or bring him in, I don't care. I'm going to go let Dawnstar know about...whatever that was," she giggled before trotting off toward camp. She'd return later to track the tom's scent unless she got a report from either of the other warriors that he'd successfully removed himself or came in willingly but Cougarivy wasn't in the mood for boring games today.
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Whiteheart had been too slow. The fox was towering over him. It had flung him off, breaking his working front leg as he fell awkwardly. Whiteheart couldn't move. He couldn't put his weight on his broken leg, or his lame leg. He closed his eyes, waiting for death.
A new stench. The fox's screech. Whiteheart looked up. A badger had tried to get him too. The fox had attacked it. There was something on the badger's claws. Cat blood?! Whiteheart turned away, feeling sick. The screeches and roars faded. He looked around tentatively, blood escaping from his wounds.
The fox was now gone, tussling with the badger, fighting to get the satisfaction of killing him.. Stars blinked in Whiteheart's vision. He had lost too much blood that was now pooling around him. He was scared. The badger, or the fox might return. But Whiteheart couldn't walk, much less run.
"Help..." Whiteheart rasped, unsure if anyone heard. He blacked out, slumping into a bloody black and white heap.
He is not dead;yet.
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Whiteheart blinked slowly. Blurry blobs obscured his vision. He knew he needed help real bad, or he might die. Although... his presence in camp was like one of a ghost's; there but never really. Probably nobody would realize if he was gone, even dead.
He sighed, squirming painfully, trying to move, to get back to camp. He couldn't stand, his front legs were both currently non-functional. Blood crusted the ground beneath him. "Hello?ANybody? Hi, I kinda need help..." he croaked, his throat sore.
And the only thing he could do was wait for someone to come, anyone at all, to help him.
Whiteheart blinked slowly. Blurry blobs obscured his vision. He knew he needed help real bad, or he might die. Although... his presence in camp was like one of a ghost's; there but never really. Probably nobody would realize if he was gone, even dead.
He sighed, squirming painfully, trying to move, to get back to camp. He couldn't stand, his front legs were both currently non-functional. Blood crusted the ground beneath him. "Hello?ANybody? Hi, I kinda need help..." he croaked, his throat sore.
And the only thing he could do was wait for someone to come, anyone at all, to help him.
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"I thought I smelt blood." Silently slithering out of the shadows, the golden-eyed she-cat peered at Whiteheart with a mixture of disapproval and... something. "I'm not going to even ask, I keep telling you furballs to be weary about predators," Dawnstar grumbled, leaning down to sniff at Whiteheart's front legs. "You're clearly not walking, so carrying it's going to be." The gigantic feline moved towards the back of Whiteheart's neck. "This is probably going to hurt, you ready?"
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Darkkit strays into Shadowclan territory!
"Huh? You're not one of mine." Dawnstar snarled, claws out as her eyes located a kit that didn't seem to belong here. "Trespassing a little young, not that its my problem."
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Larkfire roamed ShadowClan's hunting grounds, making sure to follow the trail that led around camp. Nighthound had told her to go on with guarding, after all. Who was she to ignore such an order?
"I thought I smelt blood." Silently slithering out of the shadows, the golden-eyed she-cat peered at Whiteheart with a mixture of disapproval and... something. "I'm not going to even ask, I keep telling you furballs to be weary about predators," Dawnstar grumbled, leaning down to sniff at Whiteheart's front legs. "You're clearly not walking, so carrying it's going to be." The gigantic feline moved towards the back of Whiteheart's neck. "This is probably going to hurt, you ready?"
"Huh? You're not one of mine." Dawnstar snarled, claws out as her eyes located a kit that didn't seem to belong here. "Trespassing a little young, not that its my problem."
Whiteheart gasped in shock, the pain washing over him. And with the air he inhaled, he sensed something else. Something that signaled possible doom. Whiteheart grew cold, panic creeping up on him.
The fox had returned.
Terror sparked through him. "Fox!" he screeched, his voice rasping and painfully tearing at his throat wounds. The stench was intoxicating, mingled with the smell of cat blood.
Except... It was all in Whiteheart's mind. The scent was from his surroundings, however, a fox crept out from a bush. And yet, it wasn't there. His injuries had made him hallucinate, and his mind was spinning, memories turning into a fake reality.
Unsure whether her rank as a warrior before her demotion gave her the right to hunt in the territory alone. She did it anyways, slowly creeping around trees, her maw was open to let the scents flood in. Not much seemed to be stirring. With the idleness of this hunt, Sil’s mind went back to Lostkit, although she knew the kit wouldn’t go down without a fight, she still worried for her. Is this what being a mother would feel like, hmm. Suddenly a strong scent caught her nose as a bird flew over head.perfect it seemed like a Raven, thought it’s sized was that of a crow. Silently following the bird as it landed. She yanked herself up the tree, claws out for grip. At last close enough, she pounced gripping the bird, killing it by sinking her fangs into its neck. Quietly dragging it back to camp, it was clear this would feed, possibly two to three queens if they were starving.
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