Ice
Characters : Fuzzface, Curlyfluff, Sweetheart, Molehill, Bugpaw Clan/Rank : (F)WC/T5, (C)TC/T5, (S)TC/T3, (M)WC/T3 Deputy, (B)WC/App Number of posts : 5966 Gender : F Age : 24
| Subject: We were too late (closed) Tue 12 Feb 2019 - 10:45 | |
| (OOC: continuation of this topic) Having been patrolling the border with Spiderfur, the pair walked next to each other in silence, their bodies a comfortable distance from each other, seeing as though neither of them were too keen on spending time with each other and were quiet by nature. While he felt they'd done a good job as far as WindClan's surrounding borders, something told him to also check inside the borders more. Flicking his tail, the warrior motioned to the she-cat that they'd be going in a slightly different direction. After a little while of walking, a strange potent scent hit his nose. Unfortunately for him, this scent was all too family; dogs. "Get down," Smokepelt hissed as they came up to the base of a small lump in the land. Keeping his body low and not moving a muscle. The scent had begun to fade and it didn't sound like there were any of those chaotic beasts around, but even so, one could never be too sure. Turning to Spiderfur, he motioned his head up the hill, he decided that they'd be better off gaining higher ground. Of course, the hill wasn't like looking out from the height of a tree, but dogs had no sense of stealth and so if they were out there, they'd easily be spotted. Still crouched down, he inched himself up the hill and upon almost reaching the top, his stomach dropped. Blood scent. There was no denying the fact that something had been killed by dogs, but who and when was still a mystery. Making his way to the top, he'd planned to stay down in case of any intruders, but the sight of his uncle laying at the base of the hill, half ripped open, with dark red blood covering the snow all around sent him to immediately jump up, his fur on end and heart now racing. "Cedarfur!" he screeched and raced down the hill so fast he felt like he might start flying. Skidding to a halt at the bottom, he stood before the bloodied, motionless Elder. "Cedarfur! Cedarfur, wake up!" he mewed frantically, pawing the tom's side. No... this couldn't be happening, it just couldn't! Cedarfur was his last friend left in WindClan, he couldn't leave him! ______________________________________ ~ ice ice baby |
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