Slow recovery [OPEN]

My honour is my loyalty.

redstorm

Application & Plotter

22 POSTS
	42 moons	Warrior
	Hetero	Tom

18 ATK	17 DEF	16 SPD
17 END	15 AGI	16 INT

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Played by Twi

RiverClan

Slow recovery [OPEN] Jul 8, 2014 23:23:59 GMT -4

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Post by redstorm on Jul 8, 2014 23:23:59 GMT -4

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Redstorm knew he was dreaming.
He wasn't sure how, but he just knew he was. He was padding through the ferny land of his territory, and the scent of plump, delicious creatures tickled his nose pleasantly. Despite that, he paid them no mind. He continued onward to an invisible destination, his paws mechanically carrying him. As he broke through a clearing, the camp was lain out in front of him in an unexplanatory, unfamiliar way. The dens were destroyed piece by piece, and the fresh kill pile had become carrion. The camp began to flood with water, and his emerald eyes widened in alarm. He ran to his home desperately, his reality blurring away in a flurry of nightmares. Redstorm's paws were running as fast as he could make them go, but he didn't seem to be making any progress. The image of his destroyed camp faded away underneath a vast, but very familiar river.
And suddenly, he heard the yowl.
That blood curling, terrified screech that he had heard Heronflight make as he was dragged beneath the water. He cried out in response, struggling against the invisible wall holding him in place as his friend came into view. He watched as the tom was dragged beneath the surface, and the horrible bubble of water as his air was forced out in a screech. Redstorm wailed desperately, trying to get to the river bank to save the other tom.
By the time he saw Heronflight come back up, he was sobbing in defeat. His friend was laying lifeless, with wide open eyes...
Redstorm yowled loudly as he woke from his nightmare, his pelt bristled and his pelt damp with sweat. His body trembled, and he glanced around the Warrior den nervously. He hoped he hadn't woken anyone. As quietly as possible, the big tom stood slowly and carefully from his nest, making his way out into the camp clearing. The sun was just starting to rise, and the tom sighed with relief. He didn't need others questioning him about his dreams. He shuffled his paws uncomfortably. Heronflight's close call must have done a number on him too. Just remembering what his friend had looked like gripped in the beavers grasp sent chills down his spine.
And of course there were the "what if's". What if Redstorm hadn't been there? Would Wolfeye have been able to get to him in time with a beaver on her tail, too? Redstorm shook his head, swallowing uneasily. The thought of loosing Heronflight terrified him. Not only was he the medicine cat, but he was Redstorm's friend; even more so after the close call. He was one of the first cats in RiverClan not to give him suspicious stares. He had noticed them, coming from apprentices and other Warriors alike. And as much as he tried to shake it off, sometimes it was hard.
Thankfully though, his time in RiverClan had made his pelt glossy and well kept again, and he was finally putting on some of the weight and muscle he had lost. Things were slowly returning to normal.
'Accept this injury,' Redstorm thought to himself grumpily, running his tongue over his sore ribs, 'it seems like it'll never heal.'
The beavers had done their damage, despite RiverClan winning the battle. Redstorm's ribs were damaged, his brother had lost a life, Heronflight's leg was injured worse and Wolfeye just about got swept away in the current and logs of the bursting dam.

Last Edit: Jul 8, 2014 23:31:22 GMT -4 by redstorm

Through the eyes of the wolf

Wolfeye

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31 POSTS
	23 moons	Warrior
	Hetero	She-Cat

12 ATK	10 DEF	12 SPD
10 END	12 AGI	10 INT

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Played by Aleu

RiverClan

Slow recovery [OPEN] Jul 11, 2014 11:36:08 GMT -4

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Slow recovery [OPEN] Jul 11, 2014 17:25:50 GMT -4

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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2014 17:25:50 GMT -4

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Ooh.. Is something budding between the two warriors, or does Blacktail just have gas? ;3

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Blacktail ● Deputy of RiverClan

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Blacktail sat on the very edge of the river. It had only been a few days since those brave cats ventured upriver and took on the beavers and their dam, but already the water had refilled up to the shoreline. Silver fish sparkled in the dawn light, and it was all too easy for the deputy to pull out the lazy things. He already had two beside him, and now he was about to go for a third. Granted, they weren't as big as he would have liked, but they would do to feed his clan.

Keeping his shadow off the water, he thought to his apprentice, Quietpaw. He'd nearly woke her this morning to come out fishing with him, but seeing her curled up in her nest with her little eyes sealed shut made him think otherwise. Her steady breathing and the little smile she had on her face had made him back out of the apprentice den and leave her to her dreams. He'd make it up to her later with a hunting trip.

A fish swam tantalizingly close to the bank. Lifting a paw, he slid his claws out and in a flash, hooked them under the shiny scales with just enough force that the fish tumbled onto the grass. Jumping onto it before it could wriggle it's way back into the dark water, he dragged it to the other two fish. Gazing down, he decided to make multiple trips with his catch. Pulling long reeds over the other two fish, he carried the small trout back to camp.

The fresh kill pile was still lacking, but it was looking better than it had in days. He set his catch over a few water voles and a mouse and headed back to grab another. Repeating his steps, he nodded to the guard and set the second fish down. Rushing back to the third, he heard the tell-tail chatter of a raccoon and saw it sniffing along the riverbed heading for his last fish. He flared his tail, raising his hackles with a hiss as he charged over to where his fish lay hidden from sight. The raccoon wiggled it's nose, watching him with beady eyes. Blacktail felt worry wash over him; raccoons weren't something to mess with alone, even for a large cat like himself. Thank StarClan the raccoon had other things than fighting on it's mind as it lumbered away back into the tree line.

His teeth still bared, he waited until the scent faded away, before he pulled the reeds apart and grabbed up his prize. Hurrying back to camp, he was just at the entrance to the clearing when he heard a yowl. It sounded strained, and as he picked up speed, he saw Redstorm pull himself from the warrior's den looking stiff and painful. His face softened as she looked the red warrior over. Truth be told, he felt aweful about how he had mistrusted the loner turned warrior. He'd fought beside his clanmates, beside his brother, and didn't come back unscathed. If any cat had proven their loyalty that day, it was Redstorm.

The deputy approached the older cat, dipping his head, and laid his fish by his paws. "Redstorm, here. I'm still not going to assign you to a patrol until you're ready, so feel free to take the day to eat and rest up. You deserve your break." He sniffed tenderly at the other warriors side, remembering his injured ribs. There was kindness in the deputy's eyes as he pulled back. A second cat limped out into the clearing, taking Blacktail's attention away for a the moment.

The gray warrior who had once been an apprentice of his ambled her way into the morning light. His heart ached as he watched her. He should have been there with the patrol, he could have made a difference! Perhaps she wouldn't have been nearly drowned, and Redstorm wouldn't have been crushed or whatever had happened to the warrior. Blacktail never really did get a full detail; he hadn't felt the need to question them all when they'd come back sore and exhausted. Though he had heard his leader mumbling something about a ShadowClan cat helping the fight. He couldn't lie, the thought of ShadowClan coming to their aid intrigued him. He didn't think those cats thought about any cat but themselves. Perhaps he was wrong. 'And badgers will fly out of the lake,' he mused.

Blacktail padded to the fresh-kill pile, pulling out the second fish he'd caught that morning, and padded over to Wolfeye. He set his catch down, and stood rather awkwardly between the nearly overwhelming urge to nuzzle her cheek and share tongues, and the reality that he had appearances to keep up. Besides, he doubted very much the warrior would take kindly to an onslaught of attention after what she went through. Though it made him wonder why he was feeling that way at all? He had acted tender with Redstorm, but he didn't want to lay beside the tom with their pelts touching like he wanted with Wolfeye. He gazed down at her, with her large, yellow eyes, and felt his fur grow hot. Clearing his throat, he backed up a step and sat on the peaty ground with is long tail wrapped over his paws. "How's the leg this morning, Wolfeye?"

Last Edit: Aug 1, 2014 19:27:44 GMT -4 by Deleted