Now a Warrior -OPEN-

Subject: Re: Now a Warrior -OPEN- Fri 11 Jul 2014 - 10:39

OoC: Ladies, ladies, there's enough Eagle to go around /shot

Eaglethorn nodded at Thornclaw and started padding towards the camp edge. "Well then, what are we waiting for? Let's go!" He wasn't exactly the best hunter - he took after his father in that regard - but it would be good to get out of camp, and good to get some more time with Brindlesong.

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Mistheart nodded and stood up, suddenly feeling very dizzy. Her long legs collapsed from underneath her and she fell onto her brother. "Are you ok, Mistheart?" Thornclaw asked with a hint of concern in his deep voice "Yeah, I think so." Mistheart replied as she gained her balance and began padding out of camp on thin, wobbly legs.

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Ozymandias
I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away."
-Percy Bysshe Shelley

Subject: Re: Now a Warrior -OPEN- Mon 14 Jul 2014 - 16:27

Brindlesong was keeping her pace matched with Eaglethorns, turning when she heard Mistheart. She was about to go over and help, but when Mistheart's brother had been by her she turned away from the situation. Feeling as if she had no place within it; she waited patiently for them to stagger over.

OOC: Eagle, take your pick.

Wait, that means Falconstar gets to debate his son's mate.
DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNN

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The siblings caught up with Eaglethorn and Brindlesong, Mistheart trying to keep a brave face on despite the pounding in her head and she sickness in her stomach.

OOC: Short? Yes, much so.

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Ozymandias
I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away."
-Percy Bysshe Shelley

Subject: Re: Now a Warrior -OPEN- Tue 15 Jul 2014 - 19:13

Eaglethorn was standing just outside the camp with Brindlesong when he noticed Mistheart become unsteady on her paws. He looked between her, Thornclaw, and Brindlesong, uncertainty in his gaze. "What happened, Mistheart? Are you okay?"

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"I-I'm fine, honestly." Mistheart urged, hiding the panic in her voice behind her strong-will to go hunting. "Let's go." Her fall had frightened her, and the normally healthy she-cat didn't know what was going on but she forced herself onward with wobbly legs, throbbing head and a strong heart.

Thornclaw glanced worriedly from his sister to Eaglethorn. The large maroon and orange tom "Alright." He murmured and bounded up to her side, incase she fell again.

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Ozymandias
I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away."
-Percy Bysshe Shelley

Subject: Re: Now a Warrior -OPEN- Thu 17 Jul 2014 - 12:23

Nodding, the she-cat held her mouth still. Flicking an ear, she turned back to the direction of the moor. "The prey is very plentiful currently. We must take advantage."

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Subject: Re: Now a Warrior -OPEN- Fri 18 Jul 2014 - 7:06

Eaglethorn gave one last worried look at Mistheart, then nodded to Brindlesong and trotted out towards the moor, stopping to look around the area before addressing Brindlesong. "You're the new warrior. You go first."

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The siblings Mistheart and Thornclaw stood side by side on the moor, awaiting Brindlesongs departure out further into the moor.

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Ozymandias
I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away."
-Percy Bysshe Shelley

Subject: Re: Now a Warrior -OPEN- Thu 24 Jul 2014 - 6:52

Brindlesong dipped her head, spotting a rabbit quickly and taking chase. Her fast legs moved swiftly across the moor, and as she closed in on the rabbit she took a heartbeat to finalize her catch.

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As Brindlesong caught her rabbit, Mistheart scented the air. The fresh aroma of a different rabbit travelled up her small nostrils as she crept unsteadily towards the prey. The ground felt crumbly underneath her paws and when she broke chase, the ground gave away.

The warrior was speeding after the rabbit when the ground underneath her paws opened up and swallowed her. Mistheart fell into a closed off tunnel and landed ungracefully on her side as the earth tumbled in around her. I've been buried alive! Help me! Her brain squealed as she slowly suffocated. The ground finally settled on top of her as she attempted to wriggle out of the mound of dirt. She eventually gave up, still trapped inside the earthy prion where she wa unable to breath and soon the cold hands of death grasped her, carrying up her to StarClan.

"Mistheart!" Thornclaw screeched as loud as a monster on the thunderpath when his sister fell into a tunnel. He immediately rushed over and began pawing at the freshly churned earth. "Mistheart no! Help me guys my sister is in there!" He begged as he continued to dig and dig until the sun baked the ground hard.

Subject: Re: Now a Warrior -OPEN- Sat 26 Jul 2014 - 11:16

Thornclaw's yowl reached Eaglethorn's ears, and he quickly turned around to see the warrior digging desperately at the ground. Rushing over and realizing what had happened, he began to help as well, trying to dig through to be able to get Mistheart out.

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OOC: a nice day turned into a death topic....RIP Mistheart

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Ozymandias
I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away."
-Percy Bysshe Shelley