M'kay well, cool then. I don't want to start this RP tonight...tomorrow would be better seeing as I'm getting off the computer in about...well, I can only guarantee myself about 4 more seconds on here.
OoC; Thanks for joining Tutey! [haha ur new nickname from me]. Um... yeah :) I guess we COULD start now.. we only need Jaggedpine to join, so I think we can start now :)
Ic; Timbersong walked through the forest; everthing rooted up and messy. She was patroling with the leader, Duskstar, her apprentice Tutelapaw, Jaggedpine, and Aurapaw, the medicine cat apprentice who was trying to gather herbs that were usefull and not stampeded in the fight a few sunrises ago. WindClan 'accidently' treaded onto ThunderClan territory which caused a messy battle that caused many injuries and deaths. Timbersong had a scratch on her belly, leg, a torn ear and a ripped claw. It was considered a 'not so bad injury' compared to other warriors. One warrior, Darkfur, was injured so badly; he had a dislocated shoulder and a long scratch on his belly that nearly killed him. Timbersong shruddered at the thought of the dark warrior nearly dying. She looked around and scented the air. "WindClan warriors haven't been here, nor any other clan." Battle scent was still in the air. Everywhere she looked, the grass was trampled and stained with warrior cat blood. "Seen any herbs yet, Aurapaw?" Timbersong asked.
Tutelapaw silently looked around at the leftover blood from the battle. She sighed through her nose; her shoulders gently rose and fell. "Duskstar," Tutelapaw began softly, "is it okay if I hunt a bit? I've been feeling a bit rusty with my hunting skills, especially after all the battle training..." She trailed off, twitching the end of her tail anxiously.
Duskstar sighed heavily padding along after the others. "What have we done to deserve this, StarClan?" Her heart was heavy with the thought that she could not protect her cats. Every death seemed to kill a little bit of her inside. It was rare to see the tabby leader smile nowadays, and even rarer to hear a laugh. Every grief seemed to push her down a little further, and every clan seemed to enjoy throwing hardships at the clan. "Do you smell any prey? If you can, you may go hunt." She asked, before her mood could worsen.
-- Edited by Duskstar on Thursday 6th of August 2009 09:00:02 PM
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"If he dies, then it will be God's will."
"If that was meant to be comforting, it was not."
"Everyone dies eventually. Once you are born, you begin to die."
"That was not comforting either!"
"It is the way of the Creed. Usually our deaths are violent but quick."
Tutelapaw glanced at her mentor. She stepped up to the she-cat and gently brushed her tail along the leader's flank. "Don't give up hope," she whispered, only for Duskstar's ears. With that, she turned with surprising gracefulness and bounded into the shadows of the trees, her nose in the air, searching for the familiar scent of prey.