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Post by Torn on Mar 28, 2008 2:59:36 GMT -8
(Sawry... I felt like it and I kinda want a pussy in StarClan... And I don't really want to rp Sunfall anymore so can his bio go in the adoption place? )
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Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on Mar 28, 2008 14:31:13 GMT -8
OOC: Complete the actions that need to be taken for Tornheart to join StarClan. Then he will be moved.
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Post by Rose on Mar 31, 2008 14:10:43 GMT -8
OOc: Poor Tornheart...... Bic: Fernfoot didn't even notice her leader enter the battle. She was too busy hanging on for her life. She was beginning to feel like a piece of prey as the badger swung it's head to and fro. Her tail swung uselessly behind the she-cat as she clung on with her sharp claws. The badger let out a bellow of pain as the warrior's jaws closed around it. The deadly fangs were crushing it's windpipe and spine, killing it. The beast let out a softer sound, almost like a groan before swaying on the spot. It tottered for moments; at first it seemed like it was about to explode. Then, it fell onto the ground with a crash. There was a deep breath, then silence. Fernfoot lay sprawled out on the ground, stunned as blood from the badger's wound flowed toward her. She had not been expecting the warriors to win; her claws were still buried in the ebony-furred muzzle. Her claws retracted as she pried her paws off of the predator. As she hauled herself to her feet, she stared down, her expression amazed. Had they actually killed the beast and all still live? No. A small, sad voice replied in her head. Fernfoot turned, her gaze landing on Tornheart. She closed her eyes tightly, heart sinking. With her head down and dead tail dragging, she limped toward her lifeless Clanmate. The she-cat touched her nose to his bloodied fur, taking in the familiar scent a last time. Why StarClan, she thought, Why?
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Post by Torn on Apr 5, 2008 12:33:36 GMT -8
OOC: His biography is modified but if that isn't ok I'll change it.
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Post by Silver on Apr 5, 2008 12:36:41 GMT -8
When the beast crashed to the ground, Cinderstar felt reliefed. Though the feeling did not last for long. She turned to her bloody warriors, all breathing heavily. All but one. Cinderstar padded over to Tornheart's side, staring down at his battered body. "May you live well in StarClan," she murmured, then turned to everyone else. "Tornheart is dead," she announced, her voice strong, if not full of grief. "We will hold a ceremony for him at sundown. Fernfoot, Sunwing, would help me carry him back to camp?" she instructed. "Is anyone unable to get back to camp? I want Falconcry to look at everyone as soon as possible," she meowed, trying to pick up Tornheart. Her gaze left him for a moment, flicking to the dead and bloody badger. "Fernstep... please get ride of that horrid creature," she said, indicating the badger with her tail. With a heavy heart, she heaved Tornheart upon herself and headed for camp.
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Post by Rose on Apr 5, 2008 13:32:35 GMT -8
Fernfoot could hardly shake her head no at Cinderstar's last question. She could make it to camp, no matter how hurt she was. The she-cat was finally aware of the throbbing pain that coursed down her tail. As she looked over her shoulder, she winced. The appendage was covered with blood in bent in akward, painful-looking positions. She tried to move it, but couldn't. Falconcry can fix it. she told herself hopefully. For a moment, it sort of worked. But deep down in her heart, she knew her tail was ruined.
Glancing toward Cinderstar, she padded forward to flank the leader. She ducked under, feeling the weight of Tornheart on her shoulders. She glanced at her leader's face, her own a mask of determination. Now was not the time for respect for leaders. Only for the dead, those that had died for the Clan. To Fernfoot, it seemed that the forest itself was mourning for Tornheart. No scufflings of prey were heard, nor the wind. It was a dead silence, a silence she was not used to.
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Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on Apr 7, 2008 18:23:53 GMT -8
Brackenstripe trudged back to camp beside the others, his heart heavy with grief. His head felt numb from loss of blood, and his arm torturing his every step. A trail of blood was left upon leaves as he dragged the limp scrap along, desperate to get back to camp. He let out a cry of pain when he let his arm drop too heavily upon the ground as he stepped over a stone, and he began to limp heavily, trying to catch up. His head felt as if he was suddenly dunked underwater, and his vision ducked in and out of darkness. His other three limb began to ache, and pretty soon, he had fallen behind.
W-wait for me... he rasped. Just a little further... must get back to camp... so... tired... perhaps I should... rest... just a little... let my strength... lift... I feel... so... tired... so... so... tired. He felt as if someone was pressing against his pelt, but he had collapsed on his side. The world swirled around him in a haze of colors, the sweet essence of ferns danced into his head, as if beckoning him down into the earth. Down into a dreamless sleep.
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Post by Torn on Apr 9, 2008 2:55:07 GMT -8
(Can someone move Tornheart to StarClan? I've put a summary of his death in his biography and I've been waiting... also, can someone say if I can take Sunfall back, look at White the rogue's and Wrenkit in Mistclan's bio)
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Post by Måø§† on Apr 17, 2008 15:46:05 GMT -8
Will do.
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Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on Apr 20, 2008 18:52:24 GMT -8
And can someone please save Brackenstripe before he dies too.
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Post by Silver on Apr 20, 2008 19:05:06 GMT -8
(XD Sorry)
Cinderstar halted. "Someone take Tornheart!" she snapped, hurrying over to Brackenstripe. She was not losing another warrior tonight. "Hold on, Brackenstripe," she murmered, struggling to pick him up. Now she took off at a trot instead of a mournful stroll. Come on Brackenstripe, stay with me! she begged, picking up the pace a little more. She vaugly remembered the others, but they were probably too far behind. "Falconcry!" she gasped, struggling under his weight, "Falconcry, can you hear me?" she yowled.
Willowears ears pricked up as he heard his daughter's familier voice. He instantly picked up the ditress in her voice, and sprang up. He listened closly, then hobbled into camp. "Falconcry! Falconcry, your needed!" he yowled hoarsly.
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Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on Aug 28, 2008 11:52:28 GMT -8
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