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| Feather | Nov 12 2012, 02:39 PM Post #1 |
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Her legs were sore, she was almost out of breath, yet she still felt like she hadn't gotten far enough. Moment ago she had been fleeing Shadowclan territory with her brother by her side, only for him to get hit by a monster. When he told her to run she did. Ran with no idea where she was going or what she was going to do. All she knew was that she needed to get away from that evil clan. She didn't pause for a moment to think that maybe Shadowclan wasn't evil, maybe the stories her parents had told her were false. Shadowclan was made up of horrible cats and her brother was probably dead now because of them. The sun had just reached the sky when Thistle finally stood still, leaning against a tree as she attempted to catch her breath. Once the feeling of her lungs being on fire was gone she paused to take in the scents surrounding her. She was in a forest, an unfamiliar one at that. There was the scent of many cats in the air and, while she could not identify which one it was, she knew it was a clan. Anger and exhaustion entered her at this. it probably meant more running in a moment, oh how she was tired of running. OOC: This takes place a few minutes after Forever Lost. For reference Thistle is a brown tabby with white paws, a white muzzle, and a white blaze. She is five moons old and rather small at the time. |
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| Skip | Nov 12 2012, 11:46 PM Post #2 |
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Lupinestrike dropped her prey. She could smell fear. Fear that was emanating from a kit. The She-Wolf raced through the undergrowth, diving and dancing until she reached Thistle. She stopped by the kit's side, blue eyes blazing. "A-are you OK, young one?" It was then that she smelt blood from the Thunderpath. "What happened to you?" |
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| nightwhirl | Dec 25 2012, 02:29 PM Post #3 |
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