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Post by &&R.A.V.E.N :3 on Oct 23, 2008 15:14:33 GMT -5
help me. heal me. however you cancyanfeather [/color][/i] The thought raced through the small she-cat's head as she shook out her drenched pelt. She looked up, the path she had made looked unsafe to try and get back up from where she had fallen, but from what she knew, anyway would be better then taking a longer way. The multi-colored she-cat started up, being careful with her small paws, looking down, then up, then down again. Her body shook with every step, her muscles becoming tight as the shudders raced through her small body. "Why does that always happen to me?" She asked herself quietly, finally reaching the top and starting back up the path. Her paws were becoming shaky, making her stumble with some of her steps. And then the worst happened. Cyanfeather's paw caught on a low plant, throws stuck into her leg as she tried to rip out her leg again. The popping sound echoed in her sharp ears, the intense pain coming afterwards. She reared back, stepping down and landing on her right leg, collapsing down with a thud. She tried to move the leg, but a wave of sharp pain shot through her in return. "Just my luck"[/ul][/size]
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Post by (aurora) of the problematique on Oct 27, 2008 17:07:52 GMT -5
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// "Idiot. I knew I'd find you in some trouble."
That seductive voice was heated and tempestous when it came to emotional bearing. Following her scent like a foxhound, the massive tom exited the Willow Tree Path and made his way to the rocky tip of the Ravine. He scowled when he saw Cyanfeather, shaking his head. "At least you're not with that rat that was here earlier."
Timbersmoke sat down next to her, using his tail to direct her face towards his. His firm-jawed head turned to examine her closely, frowning slightly at the scratches and then deeper once he saw the dislocation. "Damn. What the hell'd ya do that for?" The tom rolled his shoulders back and lowered himself down to the ground. "Do you have the strength to climb aboard?"
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Post by &&R.A.V.E.N :3 on Oct 27, 2008 17:17:53 GMT -5
cyanfeather [/color] She muttered, lowering her eyes to the ground before looking up. The struggle to her paws was difficult, with her body shaking and the amount of weight mostly balanced on her front paw, she draped herself over Timbersmoke's back, letting out a huff. "Maybe I should have told someone I was going out" She mumbled, her tail resting agianst his side. "Sorry if I somehow worried you" She mumbled agian, her teeth starting to chatter now.[/ul][/size] |
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Post by (aurora) of the problematique on Oct 27, 2008 17:38:04 GMT -5
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// He grunted. "You're unpredictable, baby," he murmured, pulling his tail towards him and nuzzling her with his muzzle. A soft kiss burrowed past her fur to her flesh.
He wriggled when she flopped onto his back, and the colossal tom pulled himself up with a growl and shifted her to a better position on his back. She was pushing his hair up, giving him a massive mane around his neck and head area that made him look like a darkened lion.
"Damn right, you should've. At least one of the kits," he grumped, turning and starting his heavy tread back to home.
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Post by &&R.A.V.E.N :3 on Oct 27, 2008 18:14:19 GMT -5
cyanfeather [/color] She muttered, finally relaxing again and settling down, "I wasn't sure I wanted Toxickit or Aetherkit awake at the moment when I was leaving. Amaranthkit would probably have been okay, but Brokenkit wouldn't have spoke at all..." The young queen mewed, giving a small laugh afterwards. "We have quiet a bunch, don't we?"[/ul][/size] |
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Post by (aurora) of the problematique on Oct 27, 2008 18:32:01 GMT -5
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// Another grunt escaped him. "Right," he murmured softly. "They're quite a ragtag mix." He wondered how they ever would manage not becoming like him. He constantly wondered whether or not he should be in their lives, for their mental health. He wasn't exactly cut out to be the perfect dad. He never had one himself. His former mentor, Brindletalon, was a father but he wasn't about to ask him on tips. That broad of his Crocuspool probably turned his mentor against him. He swore under his breath. Had he made a mistake beyond taking Cyanfeather by force? He barely knew the girl.
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