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Post by Loki on May 22, 2019 18:42:04 GMT
Falconfeather ground her teeth and hissed in pain. She didn't think she would ever get this nuisance off. Just as she went to heave herself back up, something bit into one of her hind legs and dragged her off.
Ashstar matched Duskstar hit for hit. He soon lost track of the others, becoming enveloped in his own battle and losing track of time. But, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Foxpaw's ginger fur, pinned underneath Falconfeather. 'Where's Silverbrook?' He thought. He charged into Duskstar, shoving him away. He broke off from the fight, racing to the apprentice's aid. The older warrior's paws thrashed in the air. He bit down into one and dragged her back.
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Post by Silverpelt on May 22, 2019 20:50:10 GMT
Still trying to hold on for his life, he then caught a glimpse of gray fur and knew he was saved. Letting go somewhat, he twirled around, and hissing, began batting the she-cats ears.
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Post by Loki on May 28, 2019 13:58:58 GMT
Falconfeather writhed around, trying to escape the two cats. She tried to worm out from under them, but to no avail. She hissed before screeching, "I yield." She stayed crouched down, hoping they would stop.
Ashstar paused for a moment, surprised that Falconfeather would yield. He knew the battle needed to end before more damage was done, but did she deserve it? He relented and took a few steps back.
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Post by Silverpelt on May 29, 2019 23:21:03 GMT
On seeing Ashstar stop at the she-cats words, a chocking anger slowly grew inside him. Why is he stopping? Didn't he see what she did? he thought. Glaring at his leader, then to the she-cat, he let out a furious hiss and as quick as lightning, raked his claws across the she-cats face before bouncing off behind his leader in frustration.
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Post by Loki on Jun 9, 2019 2:08:23 GMT
'What a coward' Falconfeather thought to herself. Yielding was the last thing she wanted to do, but self-preservation was more important. She crouched a moment to regain herself but quickly dashed out of reach, eyeing them warily.
Ashstar said nothing as the cat darted away. He turned to the apprentice, but something else caught his gaze. Distracted by the battle, he had never noticed the limp, bloody body of another cat. His breath caught in his throat as he recognized the body as Silverbrook. In a flash, he stood over her, but it was easy to tell she was gone. Grief for his medicine cat, who had served him well for many moons as a healer and a friend, washed over him first, then anger. He whipped around, meeting Falconfeather's fearful eyes with his burning gaze, but he knew nothing could fix this. He reluctantly turned back to her body. Silently, he wormed his way under her, heaving her onto his back. "Let's go, Foxpaw. There's nothing more to be done here," He said, trying to keep a level head. Taking it out on Stormclan wouldn't help them now. They could solve this problem later, for now they would mourn.
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Post by Silverpelt on Jun 9, 2019 17:09:19 GMT
The feeling of lose quickly came over him as he padded besides his leader, what would he do now? Who would teach him? Who would heal his clan? his mind was buzzing with questions. All though anger was burning under his pelt, but he tried not to let it show, anger would only reveal his weakness and uncontrollably temper.
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