WindClan Territory

[Raids]

Originally Posted by Red'fur

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* He nodded his head. *
" I may have been a loner, but my loyalties lie with Windclan and my mate. I can't let this slide. If you chose to stay with the clan I'll let you return to your friend and give your farewells, but once you return you must never see one another again. If you chose to leave then I have no choice, but to run you off. "
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"But.. his sister, she's so close to kitting and she needs the help!" She begged, trying to get the tom to at least... sympathize. "Can't I wait until after? I'm still loyal to this clan, I hunt before I ever go see my.... friend..."

[Red'fur]

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* He took a step back and looked down at his paws. He mouthed a few words. He looked back at Bunnybounce. *
" How soon? "
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[Raids]

Originally Posted by Red'fur

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* He took a step back and looked down at his paws. He mouthed a few words. He looked back at Bunnybounce. *
" How soon? "
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She shook her head. "Really soon, and she's not been doing well, she's been caring for another kit as well.... and it's taking so much out of her, and I can't do anything to help!" She sighed. "I know... I shouldn't have gotten so involved but I couldn't just... ignore cats in need."

[Red'fur]

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* He placed back and forth. He stopped and padded over to her. *
" Alright, but let me know when you leave the territory. I'll try and cover till you return, but don't stay out long. "
* He mewed as he turned and made his way back to camp. *
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[Raids]

Originally Posted by Red'fur

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* He placed back and forth. He stopped and padded over to her. *
" Alright, but let me know when you leave the territory. I'll try and cover till you return, but don't stay out long. "
* He mewed as he turned and made his way back to camp. *
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She let out a slow breath, nodding quickly. "Thank you! Oh thank you!"

[Red'fur]

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* He looked back at her and stared dead in her eyes. *
" Only until she kits. "
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[Raids]

Originally Posted by Red'fur

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* He looked back at her and stared dead in her eyes. *
" Only until she kits. "
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She met his eyes, gaze unwavering. "Okay, until she kits."

[Red'fur]

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* He padded back towards camp. *
" Be lucky I'm giving you time. "
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[Raids]

Originally Posted by Red'fur

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* He padded back towards camp. *
" Be lucky I'm giving you time. "
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As soon as he left, she collapsed to the ground, eyes wide. She didn't know if she should go see Adonis now or wait, everything had suddenly gotten so much more complicated.

[nyme]

SOMETIMES MY MIND DON'T SHAKE AND SHIFT
BUT MOST OF THE TIME IT DOES

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WHITERABBIT . 22 MOONS . SHE/HER . WINDCLAN

Whiterabbit is a pale white dart leaving camp, nearly indistinguishable from the snow clumping in the tall grass. Alive rather than dead. Well....

Well.

Well!!! If that's the best she can hope for, straight from Twilightstar herself, then Whiterabbit will just have to be satisfied with that. Yes it is a total stinkin' bummer that Quailpaw is gone but no not much else can be done for it save what Whiterabbit's already doing now: searching and smelling and sprinting. Agile paws skip over frozen terrain as if every uncomfortable worry and what-if is a slow and creeping thing that she can escape if she just runs quickly enough (and they are! She is coping marvelously! This is wellness and mindful stress management in motion!)

"Hoagh." Okay, maybe she hacked a bit by accident. Panting cold air will do that to you; ice in the throat in a burning in the chest. All Whiterabbit can smell out here is damp and cold and dead, snow-slicked grass and paw-stamped mud. The warmer scents of her clanmates cut clear paths back toward camp, some tinged with the blood-tang that signals successful hunts. Good, yeah. Maybe if she finds no trace of Quailpaw (she won't) (she knows she won't) (she will still look) (has to) then she could tie this outing off with a hunt of her own, like to make up for the sloppy bird from before, and all would be, what, forgiven? Do I need to be forgiven?......Nnnnnah. What a stupid and melodramatic thought to be having. Clearly she is not running fast enough. Hup!

Past a familiar slope, past ages-old churned dirt. The ash has probably been rained away by now but the earth might still smell of burning if she stopped long enough to press her nose into it, which Whiterabbit cannot do because she is busy. Busy running and checking and looking.

Onward.