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Post by Iceth on Apr 27, 2007 10:43:16 GMT -5
HeAvEn'S gAtEs WoN't OpEn Up FoR mELilackit cowered next to the falls, trying her hardest to ignore the pain that rocketed through her young limbs. Taking a deep breath, the siamese kit tried to assess just how much damage the fox had caused. Her beautiful, once-clean light tan fur was a mess, missing clumps in seemingly random places, and... StarClan rot him! The kit swore silently as she realized that a claw on her left forepaw was missing; ripped out, no doubt, and her foot was broken as well! She'd be lucky if she ever made it back to camp alive at this rate! WiTh ThEsE bRoKeN wInGs I'm FaLlIn' [/center][/color] Well, she'd do her best to fix it, at least. " Whitestar's probably rallying the whole camp by now!" Lilackit meowed optimistically, in hopes that she'd cheer herself up. Obviously, it didn't do much good. Why would Whitestar send out half the Clan's warriors on a hunt for a missing kit, when it should've been clear that, one, she was probably dead, and two, the river was starting to dry out; they'd need every bit of prey they could scrounge up right now. With a sigh, the Burmese-Siamese she-kit began to lick herself clean, hoping not to attract any predators. It was looking to be a long night. HuRrY, i'M fAlLinN', i'M fAlLiN' [/b][/right] {{Lyrics from "Savin' Me"}}
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Post by Firestorm on Apr 27, 2007 20:15:03 GMT -5
Mistcloud twitched his ears as he followed the searching party. A faint mew caught his attention. He strained both ears and nose to see if he could catch anything more. Was it his imagining? There was a faint smell of blood, but nothing gave away who was the carrier of the blood.
"Whitestar," Mistcloud started, "I'll go check over there." He pointed towards the direction in which he believed. Without waiting for an answer or reply, he shot off and later decreased his speed as he came closer and closer. Finally, he came to a stop and began searching among the shrubs and vegetation. Nothing.
But then, Mistcloud heard a rustling behind him behind him. It must be the kit!. Turning he sniffed among the roots. It couldn't be could it? No. His nose only betrayed him as did his ears. Then, his nose caught the slightest sent of kit.
"Whiterstar!" Mistcloud yowled as silently as he could, then continued searching, slowing following the sent as it lead him.
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