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Post by Shardstar on Nov 8, 2006 22:53:11 GMT -5
Battered by the rain and weakened from lack of food, Krishta stumbled more then walked. Her paws were sore from padding over stones and the hard Thunderpath. Her swollen belly suggested kits, for her frame was too weak for her to have been simply fat. She nearly collapsed as she stumbled over a log. Then she met more stones, and if she had energy to spare, she would have groaned. A strange scent hit her, but she was too exhausted to mind it. She collapsed and let sleep take her.
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Post by Shardstar on Nov 10, 2006 22:34:33 GMT -5
[OOC: -waits-]
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Post by Thunderstar on Nov 10, 2006 22:36:17 GMT -5
(Are you looking for someone to rp with you, or are you waiting for an agreed person to come? I could make a rouge character if you wanted, it wouldn't be any trouble at all. )
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Post by Shardstar on Nov 10, 2006 22:37:10 GMT -5
[OOC: Just waiting for anyone to come. I don't know which territory she's in]
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Post by Thunderstar on Nov 10, 2006 22:38:23 GMT -5
(Oh, she's in one of the four clan territories?)
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Post by Shardstar on Nov 10, 2006 22:39:11 GMT -5
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Post by Thunderstar on Nov 10, 2006 22:41:33 GMT -5
(Sure, rouges are welcomed to post in territories, though they face the usual risks of being chased out. Anyway, we can always rp here as if you were in one. We could make it Forest or Meadowclan, since you talked of thunderpaths, and those two clans are nearest to the twolegs...)
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Post by Shardstar on Nov 10, 2006 22:43:53 GMT -5
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Post by Thunderstar on Nov 10, 2006 22:53:17 GMT -5
(Yeah I know it. I've been swamped in everything lately, I feel happy that I actually have a few moments to get on now. But I do have a meadowclan cat, if you wish for me to rp with you)
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Post by Shardstar on Nov 10, 2006 22:57:45 GMT -5
[Okay, that'd be nice ]
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Post by Thunderstar on Nov 10, 2006 23:06:13 GMT -5
It was a strange, intruding smell that caught Brownfeather's attention. During the rainfall, the tom had slipped out of camp for a drink at the Clear Pond. But no sooner had he dipped his head down to the water than the wind billowed across the area, tickling his nose and warning him of trouble. Ears flattened, tail tip thrashing, he followed the scent all the way to the Moonpool trail, then further down until it lead to the borders of Meadowclan. "It doesn't smell like Hillclan, or any other clan," the cat thought quietly to himself as he continued to prowl. "A kitty pet or rouge," he decided at length. Just as he was sure he would have to go out of his own territory, his eyes pinned on a cat lying on the wet, soggy ground. Instantly his ears twisted and a snarl cursed his face. Claws extending, he took several swift strides closer before gauging his pounce. "What intruder do we have here?" Brownfeather growled lowly. He was behind the cat, and couldn't tell if she was only resting or sleeping.
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Post by Shardstar on Nov 10, 2006 23:08:21 GMT -5
Krishta's breath came in wheezy gasps for breath, and she oozed blood from a few key points. Her fur was ragged and unkempt, she looked like a dead cat.
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Post by Thunderstar on Nov 10, 2006 23:12:19 GMT -5
When his query was awarded with silence, the siamese tom hesitated, taking time to eye the unfamilar she-cat. Then his eyes rounded, and his ears flickered forwards. It was a pregnate she cat! All manner of hostility forgotten, Brownfeather approached her, and could clearly see her ribs pumping up and down, fighting for breath, and exhaustion couldn't have shown more plainly. "Hey!" he meowed, brushing her shoulder lightly with his snout. "You alright?"
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Post by Shardstar on Nov 10, 2006 23:14:37 GMT -5
Krishta felt the cat brush her fur and moaned, "Please don't kill me. I don't mean any harm." She really meant it, after all, how much harm could she do in her current state?
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Post by Thunderstar on Nov 10, 2006 23:16:35 GMT -5
Whiskers quivered as her plea sounded out. He shook his head. "I mean you no harm," he promised, trying his best to sound soothing. "But you shouldn't be out here, exposed like this. Can't you stand a walk a little? At least to get under the protection of a tree?"
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