March 20th, 2024, 06:04 PM
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Potato Girlboss here :P
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Join Date: Dec 2022
Status: Whenever I sit in my bed, the giant bear I got when I was six stares me down
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Re: RiverClan Territory
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Originally Posted by Cherry~
Being out of camp was now more of a preference than ever before for Fadingsun. He just wanted to be away from it all- his sister's anger, his Clanmates' expectations and opinions, the whole deputy thing that he still hadn't really processed. Stars, the camp had never felt stuffier before than it had over the past quarter moon.
It almost felt like he spent more time wandering around the territory than in the actual camp. He knew he'd need to fix that eventually, but he rationalized that for now it was better to keep the territory secure. It wasn't like he was never in camp, anyways; he stayed there through the night. Usually.
He had been out here for quite some time; it was time for him to loop back towards where he'd split up from Mistyshard. She'd come out here to hunt, he just wanted to tag along to check the territory. As he began to set a brisk pace back in the direction he came, the scent of blood and ThunderClan hit his nose. What in the name of the stars? Was another squirrel invading their territory again!?
Claws unsheathing, the tom sprinted towards the source of this scent. Anger quickly turned into surprise as he was greeted not by a warrior, apprentice, or that pesky Bumblestar, but by a kit. A bloody, unconscious kit, to be specific, and one that looked quite young.
Glancing around, Fadingsun didn't see any signs of a struggle. Perhaps a hawk had dropped them here? Either way, she was in rough shape, and needed treatment fast. "Mistyshard!" he yowled, his voice echoing through the woods. "If you can hear me, I need help!"
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Bumblekit
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Bumblekit jolted awake after her 3 minute nap. She was pretty woozy and looked around sharply.
``WHO'S YOU?`` She was relieved to see a big cat. She didn't wanna die. ``Where am I? And why does everything smell like fish?``
She said, confused. She couldn't walk now. Her shoulder had gotten worse, she could tell. So Bumble simply stayed put, helpless to anything that might happen.
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