Owl
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If we had thumbs, we'd be snapping.
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Post by Owl on Jul 2, 2013 21:58:28 GMT -5
Blacktwister watched Blackforce go. Anger still boiled in her, but she didn't have the energy to pursue it, nor the desire. A moment of clarity had dawned long enough for Blacktwister to realize the severity of her actions, but it was quickly replaced by a black cloud, causing her to not care about any possible repercussions.
Blacktwister got to her paws. They were stiff with pain. She limped to the rabbit she had taken down, what seemed like ages ago. She grabbed its scruff and made her way slowly to the camp.
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Scar
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Post by Scar on Jul 2, 2013 22:00:20 GMT -5
Blackforce groaned for a few more moments then forced herself to her paws. She picked the rabbit back up and made her way back to where she buried her other fresh-kill. She dug it up and padded slowly back to camp.
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Owl
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Post by Owl on Jul 3, 2013 15:28:57 GMT -5
Blacktwister silently thanked Starclan when she saw the camp. She hurried to the entrance. The rabbit and her bad leg made it difficult to walk, but she eventually made it. She dragged the rabbit to the freshkill pile, then limped to the edge of the clearing and flopped down. She curled up and went to sleep.
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Scar
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Post by Scar on Jul 3, 2013 16:09:52 GMT -5
Blackforce walked slowly, stumbling frequently. By the time the camp came into view she was about ready to pass out. She steeled her face and forced herself to stand tall for the last ten taillengths. Inside she dropped her prey on the pile and walked to a shaded corner of the clearing. She refused to show any sign of weakness until she was on her stomach, when she rolled sideways to keep her wounds off the ground.
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Owl
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If we had thumbs, we'd be snapping.
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Post by Owl on Jul 4, 2013 9:33:18 GMT -5
Blacktwister dreamed fitfully. Her dreams were filled with sorrow.
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Ratwhisker padded across the moors, halfheartedly searching for prey. The itch in her pelt had finally ceased and she could concentrate on other things. She headed toward the gorge, she had seen a few rabbits near there before.
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