Loner
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Post by Magmastar on Aug 10, 2014 16:13:16 GMT
Magmastar was doing a border patrol, making sure that there would be no Warfare intruders. He did trust these guys with the neutrality and crap, but sometimes they're a little too suspicious, and it worries Magmastar. He didn't want to put his Clanmates in danger first. It's leader, then Clanmates, right?
Stopping for a bit, Magmastar lifted his head and smelled something strange. It smelt like Twolegs. Dog! The red tabby's fur bristled at the barking and the scent. Why StarClan? Why now? Turning around, the leader pelted for the trees and bushes that secured him so very much.
But the dogs were too fast. One grabbed the leader's foot and dragged him back, and another came and bit onto his neck. Magmastar struggled for a bit, then felt everything go black. Before the dogs were about to snack on him, a Twoleg came and chased the dogs away, unaware of the temporarily dead leader.
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Post by Quarternote on Aug 11, 2014 17:48:25 GMT
The colt arrived unsteadily, and gave a small gasp as he mouthed words, mist clouding his vision. Boys shouldn't cry, well, he wasn't exactly a boy, he was a really girly wussy boy. " Mag-Magmastar sir?" he nickered softly, nudging the feline. He waited for smething to happen, someone to come and tell him it would be alright. This was traumatic for the equine foal to say the least.
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Post by Civet. on Aug 15, 2014 8:44:44 GMT
spearmint raised her eyebrows and with a faint grin, seated herself beside quarternote. even if she was jealous of her sister's — adopted sister's, she would disown her in an instant if she wanted to — promotion, hopefully taj would be more fair instead of magmastar, always picking the 'goody two-shoes' kids. spear didn't have any evil intentions, god.
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Post by мιdnιgнт ✯ on Aug 17, 2014 12:05:09 GMT
Shit. Shit. Shit. SHIT. July quickly raced over, getting some cobwebs and atrempting to press them down on the wounds, trying to stop the bleeding. She then looked over to Quatercolt and Spearmint. So far they weren't doing anything but sitting there and not moving a inch, the fuck. At least she had some herb knowledge. Sure he had lives, but this was there leader, she wasn't going to let him waste another life. "Quartercolt, Spearmint, mind finding some moss and bringing it back here? Also, look in the medicine cats den for any chamomile." she said, slightly angered as they just stood there.
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Post by Quarternote on Aug 18, 2014 17:21:38 GMT
The male rummaged in his satchel for Chamomile and murmured, " But, Miss July, I-I think he's de-dead...." he handed the precious herb to her anywatys, ears flicked back to his head, eyes scared.
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Post by Civet. on Aug 20, 2014 14:17:44 GMT
"don't worry, quartercolt," the femme said, relaxed as she went away to look for some moss. "I heard some cats have, like, nine lives or something. they're practically invincible!" she continued.
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Post by мιdnιgнт ✯ on Aug 21, 2014 4:45:10 GMT
The word sent a shiver up her spine, never. Never would she want to see him dead. She allowed a sigh to escape. "I know he's not dead,
. she muttered before then attempting to scoop up the chamomile and moss in her jaws. She attempted to slowly push the moss under the body of Magmastar, keeping the chamomile close to her if she did grab it.
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