Zayden
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Yah I'm crazy... Nothing new..well are you expost to hear voice in your head?[ss:cant take it back]
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Post by Zayden on Feb 23, 2011 13:10:37 GMT -8
[glow=red,2,300]Flameclaw[/glow] "See the flames building in my eyes?" Moving through the trees , side to side. The forest is a lust green color, Iceriver should be flowing now, so I will be able to take a nice swim. Seeing the water Is tart to running, nut before I reach it my paw drops in a small hole, sending me tumbling forward. Pain laced up my paw and leg, when I stopped rolling I popped up on three legs holding my hurt on up. I put my paw down and it hurt so I pulled it back up. "Mouse Dung!" I cursed "I think I spained it.." I looked around hoping no one had seen that, but my senses told me other wise. So I limped over to the river and started to wade belly deep, feeling the cold water tugging at my fur. Kicking around I glide though the water. Ah, it feels so nice always relaxes me, the clean water...wait this water smelled different for some reason, but hey when doesn't it smell different. Paddling to the edge I lay down in the water looking up at the sky... my paw oh dang. I look down to see it is slightly bleeding. Oh what will I do now.
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Post by Kathryn on Feb 24, 2011 5:43:37 GMT -8
SPIRITGUIDE Morning’s warmth spread over her body and spread thickly over her white paws. Even so, with the bright solar orb lighting up the skies, there was no light in sight for Spiritguide. Her paws kneaded the ground carefully to loosen it before she dug her heels down and arched her back to stretch. Well, she was sleeping alone, her tail curled around her paws before she let her rump fall, her hind paws flicked out behind her before she moved to stretch her front. Her claws slid out gracefully from their sheaths and she dug down, kicking herself back with her paws. When she was finished, she scented her way out of the den and out into the fresh air. The musky scent of the tunnels left her nose and the blind she-cat headed out into FrostClan Territory.
She was sure that there was another Warrior out; she could smell blood as she moved closer and closer to the Ice River. A skin lesion and a wound was a very bad combination; if a wound got too cold, the limb would die and turn black, and the risk of infection would be high. Pushing her way further up toward Ice River, she realised that it was Flameclaw; a Warrior. Moving carefully to the edge of the water, she lifted her nose and located the tom at the bank. “Flameclaw,” Spiritguide said gently, padding over to the tom with her tail swaying behind her. “You are injured. May I take a look?” The she-cat knew about herbs and various remedies, even ones that their current Medicine Cat didn’t know. “Having a wound in cold water is dangerous; there are lots of insects that cannot be seen in there, and that will cause an infection.” Hopefully the Ginger FrostClan Warrior was alright.
OoC; A reference to Spiritguide's Biography is located in the title of this post. She is completely blind in both eyes. She also has Tuberculosis, which is unknown to other cats. She may start coughing at some point in this thread, and under her thick fur she is becoming thinner, but that is also hidden.
Word Count; 300 Tags; Spiritguide, Tuberculosis, Blindness, Flameclaw, FrostClan.
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Post by Juniper on Feb 24, 2011 19:11:57 GMT -8
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The lofty peaks of the FrostClan territory loomed brightly, their snowy white sides gleaming blindingly. At the base of the mountains, pines bowed with the weight of their needles, their spiny caricatures poking the gnarled branches of trees stripped of their leaves. All along the tall peaks was paved a smooth river of ice. Most of the frost had cracked, allowing minimal fishing, but still there were patches of ice skimming its surface. It was quiet, but not quite. The melodies of nature whistled through the forest and echoed in the valleys. Only one thing disturbed the peace – a ginger blur streaking down the mountainside, weaving at the turns of the Iceriver.
Weedpaw ran with desperation. He had emerged from the apprentices’ den at dawn, where he had been informed that he must notify the Warriors of the tainted Iceriver. He had done his job, warning the rest of the dangers but some Warriors had already left camp. And there was still the dawn border patrol to consider. But he had decided to bring the ghastly news to the Warriors who left to hunt, as he knew where they would be. The dawn patrol could wait; usually border patrols did little but renew scent markings and look for trespassers anyways.
The golden apprentice entered a densely populated glade. A myriad of foresty aromas buffeted him; he smiled with delight at the pleasantness of the feeling. Despite the worsening hunting conditions, his spirits were happy. FrostClan cats would simply have to adjust to forest hunting, something they did rarely. And even better, the familiar FrostClan scent struck him strongly. It was evident that there was another Clan cat lurking nearby. Excitedly, he drank in the lingering scents, his nose in the air. It led him closer to the Iceriver, which he could detect from the bubbling sounds it gurgled. He veered left of a tangle of brambles, his heart sinking. What if the Warrior had already begun hunting? What if they had caught prey? And the most worrisome what if… What if they were already dead?
Hushed voices pricked his deflated ears. They seemed concerned but not as much as a death would. His dashed hopes reluctantly returning, he bounded forward, nearly careening into the ghost-like tabby coat of Spiritguide. The silver and ivory she-cat was facing the fiery pelt of Flameclaw. He seemed to be wincing in pain as he waded deep into the Iceriver, which was no more than a brook in these parts of the woods.
The apprentice’s paws kneaded the muddy surface of the bank. “You haven’t eaten any fish here have you? I mean, I was sent to tell you that we saw a long-dead rabbit up at the top of Bright Peak. This water is tainted and has been for a while,” he informed the two older Warriors. His ears flicked apprehensively. It was well known that Spiritguide had a wealth of knowledge regarding herbs and cures. And for her to be examining Flameclaw, here in the center of the Iceriver, was not a good sign.
“Weedpaw speaks” Weedpaw actually thinks (rare) Weedpaw does (usually before thinking)
Word Count 511 Tags Flameclaw and Spiritguide OoC Yep, Iceriver is tainted. Check the FC stats side table for more info!
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Zayden
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Yah I'm crazy... Nothing new..well are you expost to hear voice in your head?[ss:cant take it back]
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Post by Zayden on Feb 25, 2011 5:21:12 GMT -8
Flameclaw
River tained?? Oh this isn't good at all... "Umm.. I havn't eaten anything, I am just swimming" I meowed to Weedpaw. Kicking I move back to shore, I hop up to dry land away from Weedpaw and SpiritGuide and shake my pelt... it would be better not to lick. "Don't worry SpiritGuide my paw is okay I just sprinded it" I meowed "Or at least I think" I mummbled. Why must everything be goning bad? Sighing I move forward and sit down in front of both cats, holding my paw hurt up. Burn like fire... my paw feel like it is on fire... just great. "Oh StarClan Help me! My paw hurts!" I growled in pain. How could this happen to me?! Rolling my shoulders I notice that my shoulder hurt too.
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Post by Kathryn on Feb 25, 2011 6:22:57 GMT -8
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Spiritguide’s ears twitched when Weedpaw notified them that the water was tainted and she let her senses trail Flameclaw was swimming in tainted water with a break in his skin? She turned, scenting the air; the water did smell funny. She knew that Weedpaw wouldn’t lie about something like that, but it was still a good thing to make sure what he was saying was accurate.
“Weedpaw,” Spiritguide turned gracefully on her heel and picked up a leaf. She had been collecting herbs for the Medicine Cat when she had come across Flameclaw. “This is called Golden Seal Root. I need you to go and fetch some more.” The she-cat quickly moved over to the branch of a tree, sniffing the bark and moving her paw to feel its texture until her paw caught in some cobwebs. Holding herself in place, Spiritguide moved her paw in a circular motion to pull the cobwebs off before she limped back over to Flameclaw.
Her nose lowered to inhale the scent of Flameclaw’s paw; she needed to know what had caused the skin to break. It wasn’t an open fracture, so it had just bent back at an angle that the bone wasn’t designed to go at. Even so, the water was filled with parasites – and that was even more serious if the water was tainted. Flameclaw could become poisoned if it was something that spread through the bloodstream.
“Don’t move your paw,” she said, sniffing up its length, but not touching it. Moving the small pile of Golden Seal Root toward her, she gathered a few sticks from near the tree and a few strands of moss. Awkwardly she moved the branches onto the moss in strips before she tied them together. Gently pushing Flameclaw’s paw down toward it, she chewed up the Golden Seal Root and wrapped it delicately around his paw before she tied the sticks to it with the cobwebs. It should hold it for now, but unless she knew what was in the water, the FrostClan Warrior couldn’t risk doing any more.
Doing Speaking Thinking "Your cat talking"
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Post by Juniper on Mar 3, 2011 22:38:43 GMT -8
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The ginger apprentice had scooted back until he was several tail-lengths from the banks of the Iceriver. He eyed it warily, remembering the slimy, oozing feeling of the blood-riddled waters near the source of the river. He recalled the mangled corpse with its decaying flesh disintegrating in chunks. It had sickened him so much he had to visit Moonfeather for his quavering belly. He even shuddered now from the remembrance of this horrid experience. He cast more anxious glances at the flaming pelt of the tom as he replied. Flameclaw raised a tentative paw and winced as he tensed up his shoulders. Alarm instantly sprang up in Weedpaw’s amber eyes. “Spiritguide…! Can’t you do something about this?” he cried, staring desperately at the ivory she-cat.
In response, the beautiful Warrior, her misty fur swishing with cool drafts flowing in between the thick foliage, picked something up to show him. It was a mess of tangled roots attached to wide green leaves. He approached to sniff gingerly, wrinkling his nose at the pungent and bitter stench. His face contorted with disgust but he nodded yes anyways. If it would help his Clanmate… Weedpaw watched as she floated over to a tree branch and carefully extracted a dangling cobweb. She swam back to the injured tom and softly applied the gossamer strands. Satisfied, Weedpaw drew back and searched for the desired roots.
Weedpaw poked his petite pink nose into dense bracken and clumps of sharp grass. He prodded at moss-drenched tree trunks and scuffled the earth for more of the roots. While Spiritguide continued to apply her knowledge of medicines and healing onto her patient, he dug deep trenches for the root. At last, his eyes spotted the telltale pattern of leaves that was identical to the one the she-cat had shown him. He clawed at the ground and managed to uproot quite a few of the stuff, spraying soil in arcs above his head. When he emerged, his entire fur was coated with a thin layer of the ashen soil. Quickly he shook some of it off, longingly staring at the Iceriver where he could hopefully wash out the rest. But no, it was tainted and dangerous to approach.
Instead, he concentrated on licking off the earth that blanketed the intertwined roots, grimacing at its strong flavor. He spat a bit, his saliva stained tan. Pools of it landed nearby, only to sink into the ground as if melting. He swabbed a thick tail on his flank to brush off the strands of saliva that stuck there. Then, he lowered his maw and clenched the roots in his jaws. Soft steps echoed as he padded back to the other Warriors. “Ook ut a go!” he exclaimed with pride, brandishing his prize of herbs. His words were garbled from the roots jamming up his vocal cords but he neither knew nor cared. Excitedly, he bounded closer to the shores of the river and nearly toppled into the treacherous waters. He dropped the medicine by his feet and jabbered on with excitement welling up.
“Weedpaw speaks” Weedpaw actually thinks (rare) Weedpaw does (usually before thinking)
Word Count 511 Tags Flameclaw and Spiritguide OoC That is so weird how I have the same amount of words as my first post in this thread.
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