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Post by Hellion on Jul 11, 2016 7:46:06 GMT -5
The tawny she-cat with her black tip tail had attempted to avoid the storms by finding safe place to rest. That idea proved impossible, her path back to her old den was blocked by a fallen tree. Static in the air still clung to the air around her. A strong lighting strike had hit one of the many tree and it fell, the area made Amara uneasy and she quickly turned back. The storm continued, never letting up and soaking the pelt of Amara as she tried to see around her. The massive amount of clouds had kept the day dark and from the little bit of light even in the clouds, Amara was sure it was almost night. She had been out all day and felt sick and uneasy, she wanted somewhere warm. Trudging forward the she-cat found little shelter that provided any kind of warmth. Perhaps Appleshade was right, a Clan life sounded pretty good right now. She didn't normally get scared, but it was the chaos of the storms that her stomach churn. She kept walking, forward and onward, deeper than she ever gone before. She figured being attacked by TreeClan cats was better than being lost in a terrible storm. Fawn
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Post by Fawn on Jul 11, 2016 21:32:04 GMT -5
♕ Lionstar 63 Moons. Leader of TreeClan
The storm was unrelenting. Like a mallard counting her ducklings, Lionstar had made the rounds of TreeClan's camp, checking in on each and every feline to make sure no one was caught out in this rainstorm. It would be disorienting for the youngsters, the ones who had never experienced such severe thunderstorms before.
He heard whimpers coming from the nursery, and the soothing murmurs of nursing queens quickly followed. Raindrops fell from the ends of Lionstar's long whiskers, his bushy golden mane pressing heavily into his shoulders with the weight of water. Movement from the corners of his eyes prevented him from retiring to his den, intending to wait out the others.
"Zephyrfang?" Mewed Lionstar, surprised. "Where are you going?"
The tawny warrior stopped in his tracks, and Lionstar could see the hesitation in the other tom's eyes. What doesn't he want to tell me?
Loyalty—or perhaps respect—won out, and the former loner confessed his intentions. "It's my sister. She's out there somewhere; I just wanted to go make sure she's safe." Right on time, thunder boomed hard enough that it seemed to echo in everycat's ears, Lionstar's own flattening to block out the horrendous percussion.
"The storm's not getting any better, Lionstar." Zephyrfang shifted impatiently, eager to be off and in search of the she-cat. If she was smart, and Lionstar had no doubt that any sibling of Zephyrfang's was probably at least fairly intelligent (successful loners had to be crafty), she would be hunkered down in a hollow or an old den somewhere to wait it out.
But if she wasn't...
"I'm going to find her," declared the tabby tom.
"Me too!" cried a high, feminine voice from behind. They both turned in surprise to see Appleshade of all cats standing out in the rain, the she-cat struggling to maintain her elegant demeanor when her fur was plastered to her body so unflatteringly. "If you're searching for Amara, than three cats are better than one."
Appleshade looked expectantly at him.
Lionstar let out an exhale, somewhere between a laugh and a sigh of exasperation. "We'll all go. Spread out; Zephyrfang you search by the brook. Appleshade, take the meadow. I'll look near the Great Maple."
Lionstar didn't know when or how, but he knew this loner wasn't just 'some cat' that should be left to fend for herself, not if she had made an impression on Appleshade of all cats to risk her health and vanity to go searching...
"On second thought, Appleshade. You stay here, keep watch in case she arrives looking for shelter." Lionstar's whiskers twitched with a bit of amusement. He knew his half-siblings well enough that if Appleshade went out, then Sprucefur would, ever her protective brother, follow right after. And then Feathercloud would follow Sprucefur, and Lichenfrost would go if only to get in Feathercloud's way, then Adderstrike—no, better if it was just him and Zephyrfang.
Appleshade shivered, looking visibly relieved as lightning flashed across the sky. "Okay," she mewed. "But hurry."
Zephyrfang needed no further instruction. The tabby warrior plunged into the forest intently calling for Amara.
Lionstar frowned as he went deeper into TreeClan's territory. Finding a she-cat with an unfamiliar scent in a rainstorm was not going to be an easy task. Of all the senses he preferred to rely on, Lionstar was not overly keen on using sight alone to detect someone. If only the rain would lessen just a little... Then perhaps he could hear her...
Time spent among trees is never wasted. Word Count: 588 Words Tags: Hellion Notes: I hope this is okay!
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Post by Hellion on Jul 17, 2016 5:47:18 GMT -5
Her paws had started to be caked with mud, making moving them difficult. The dawn tawny coloring of her pelt looked almost black with the added weight of the water. However, with all that trying to slow her down she pressed one. One paw in front of the other and head tucked down. The wind had picked up, forcing the rain to drive into her side like claws. Making it nearly impossible to put her head up any longer than a few second to ensure she wasn't walking to something. Her nose had gone numb and unable to pick up any other scent but wet leaves or bark. Even the loud cracks of thunder forced her ears to tuck back to avoid the sky's rage. What kept the she-cat going was the smallest hint of hope. It was hope that kept her walking. Urged her onward to find anything that looked like a camp. No matter how hard the rain clawed at her tired and worn down body, she couldn't be broken. Amara had survived plenty of beatings and wouldn't let a storm be the end of her. She would find TreeClan no matter what, even if she arrived there half drowned and exhausted. Perhaps it was luck or maybe an unseen force had wanted Amara to find shelter. The storm didn't weaken, but the roars of thunder died back. Leaving only the whirls of the wind and drumming of the rain. Thankful for the grace, Amara was able to use her ears a little more. Amara!"She heard over the softer storm. It was to her right or was it her left? Not quite sure where it came from, Amara angled herself toward it and kept walking. The rain was now falling less on her side and more behind, giving her the much needed ability to rise her head up a bit. "Help!" She yowled out into the storm hoping she was heard. Amara had keep walking and every other stride she'd let out another call. It was then the loudest crack of thunder decided to roar and send a flash of light across the sky. It startled the she-cat, forcing her to jump and lose her footing in the mud. Scrambling down a small hill, the she-cat landed at the base of what could be assumed a large tree. Her left forepaw had been strained in the mess and hurt terribly but she was able to put a little weight. Yet she remained under the tree and hidden in it's roots. Still trying to call out, still trying to be saved. Fawn
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Post by Fawn on Jul 23, 2016 12:50:26 GMT -5
63 Moons. Tom. TreeClan. ~~~~~
"This way!"
He heard Zephyrfang's yowl above the storm, followed seconds after by a high, desperate cry that could only belong to the loner they were trying so doggedly to find. The tom surged into action, following Zephyrfang and soon overtaking him down the mud-slicked hill leading to the Great Maple. Through the driving rain, her silhouette lit up by an ominous flash as lightning crackled across the sky, Lionstar spotted her.
Zephyrfang raced to the roots, the she-cat's gingery-red fur standing out slightly against the bark, his tail lashing intently with concern. "Amara! Come on, we're taking you back to camp."
"Are you hurt?" Lionstar mewed, moving to flank the she-cat's other side, intending to provide some kind of cover from the rain. He could be a windbreaker if nothing else, allowing Zephyrfang to take the lead on this rescue operation, knowing better than to get in the way of family.
Drenched, though the water hadn't quite soaked him to the skin, Lionstar shook out his fur in vain, the weight of so much water in his pelt an uncomfortable sensation but one he knew he could do nothing about. Amara likely faced similar problems, her fur seemed almost the same length as his, without the abundant mane around her shoulders and neck.
She could get very sick, if she had stayed out any later. They needed to get her to safety as quickly as possible.
Time spent among trees is never wasted.-- Word Count: 235 Words Tags: Hellion Notes:
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Post by Hellion on Jul 28, 2016 23:19:39 GMT -5
Gradually the pain began to subside but it still was fairly painful. She'd need a decent rest before trying to do anything beside walking. Not exactly what the she-cat wanted to do. For a moment Amara feared no one was going to be able to help, until she heard him.
Over the anger of the storm was Zuma's voice. Trying to hold her head up against the rain she was able to make out his frame which was followed by another, she was excited to see them both.
Attempting to push herself upward and avoiding putting too much weight on her sprain, Amara attempted to meet her brother and his leader. Only feel a little bombarded with questions, Amara made the choice not to answer just yet instead she focused on finding a stride comfortable for her walk and leaned heavily on her brother. Realizing he wasn't as scrawny as she remembered, but consider they often fought for food, Clan life had been easier.
"I only sprained my paw when slipping down that little hill," She finally answered, grateful for Lionstar's presence in protecting her from the blunt of the rain.
"Talking"
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Post by Fawn on Aug 1, 2016 18:20:34 GMT -5
63 Moons. Tom. TreeClan. ~~~~~
"We have healers who can treat you." Lionstar kept up his role as flank-guard, keeping a close eye on Zephyrfang's footing as the tawny tabby helped Amara back to camp.
When they arrived, if the storm had not been raging, they would've immediately been greeted by many curious eyes and pricked ears, even a few whispers or bold questions pushed out by those who couldn't help themselves. At least that was something to be grateful for. The storm was keeping the majority of the Clan inside their dens, though he saw in each flash of lightning, the reflections in the eyes of his warriors.
Water dripping from her nose, Meadowleaf hurried over to them. "What's going on? Who is she?"
"My sister, go get Littletimber and Bluejay!" Zephyrfang ordered, speaking more softly to his sibling as he looked for a dry place to nudge her along.
"Amara!" Appleshade's happy chirp from the warrior's den interrupted the deputy's scowling, and Meadowleaf cast a perplexed look at Lionstar. He would explain later.
"Just Littletimber, she has a sprained paw. Tell him to come to my den." It would be nice and dry in there, but most of all, it would be quiet. He could already tell that as soon as the storm let up, things were going to get alarming very quickly.
Meadowleaf would do her best to keep order, but Lionstar had orders to give to Zephyrfang as well.
Guiding the pair of siblings to his den, he let Amara and Zephyrfang enter first, before pulling the tabby tom to the side for a quick word. "Make sure no one bothers her while Littletimber checks her over."
Zephyrfang looked as if he wanted to protest, but then a pretty tortoiseshell she-cat, Zephyrfang's mate Silentsong, appeared next to him, water dripping off the tips of her tufted ears and long white whiskers. The tom perked up immediately. "Alright. I'll tell Appleshade to calm down or else she'll wake up the whole Camp."
Lionstar nodded curtly, appreciating the calming, reasoning effect Silentsong had on Zephyrfang. That tom could've easily been a stubborn thorn in his side if he'd insisted on getting in the way of Littletimber trying to do his job. Already he could see the peculiar medicine cat making his way across the camp.
Lionstar glanced back to Amara, apologizing for the chaos. "It isn't usually like this. Our healer, Littletimber, is coming to check on your paw. He's a little ... odd, but he means well." That was certainly a word for it.
Time spent among trees is never wasted.
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Post by Hellion on Aug 4, 2016 1:57:53 GMT -5
Healers? Amara was both relieved with that knowledge and a little anxious. Healers were't something readily available. A loner was lucky to learn some basic knowledge in hopes of preventing sickness and death, but nothing remotely comparable to a Clan healer. But her focus quickly went from the thoughts on the healer to putting one paw in front of another. Her goal was to make it to the camp and out of the storm. Upon the small groups arrival she was amazed at the size of the camp. There were dens that appeared to be filled with cats. For a moment Amara wondered if any cat lurking in those dens would be a threat to her. Was it possible they all got a long? A sea at dark memories threatened to wash over Amara until she felt forced to leave, pain or no pain. But what manged to keep her from running was sound of her name coming from a cat she considered a friend. Words failed to form but her head dipped in a nod. It was all clearly overwhelming for her. Years being the practice target for her mother's followers until she fought back, had forced Amara to approach new cats with extra caution. However, so many cats was just too much. Not out of the sea of darkness just yet, Amara felt her ears pin back and eyes grow a little wide until her brother's soft coaxing urged her forward toward a different den. This one was set apart, likely belonging to someone special, from the snippets of conversations going on around her Amara realized it was Lionstar's den. Grateful for his gesture but still unsure everyone else, Amara was careful to stay close to Zuma. She and Zuma went first, the scent of moss was inviting. The den itself was void of any water save for what clung to their pelts. As soon as she saw the shape of a nest Amara let her brother's side and stepped into it. Ignoring sense of boundaries, exhaustion had finally taken over her fear. Despite being drained Amara kept her ears perked and tuned into what Lionstar was saying to her brother. It wasn't until the arrival of another cat did Amara's head perk up the rest of the way. Zuma seemed to relax once the she-cat arrived and it was clear to her that the new arrival was someone special to her brother. Was she the she-cat he stayed for? Amara considered asking but figured he would tell her when the time was right. Watching as Zuma left, her head down to rest on her unstrained paw. Her eyes glancing upward to look at Lionstar. It wasn't until he spoke to her that she rose it up once again. "I am truly sorry for coming into your territory like this and forcing you out into the storm," Those were the first words she had spoken since coming into TreeClan camp and she meant every word. Amara wasn't sure what would have happened to her out there in the storm but she was indebted to Lionstar and likely other members of his Clan as they came to help her. Fawn
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Post by Fawn on Aug 4, 2016 19:38:24 GMT -5
63 Moons. Tom. TreeClan. ~~~~~
Lionstar smiled a little, shaking the water off his pelt (careful not to spray her) before stepping aside to allow Littletimber to reach Amara. "Your brother was bent upon going out into the storm, whether I went with him or not." He thought of Appleshade, vain, shallow, unadventurous Appleshade, volunteering to search for her as well. "Appleshade was very concerned about you. It seems you've made a friend here." If this had been any other season, and she had been any other cat than Zephyrfang's kin, he might've considered turning her away as soon as the weather cleared.
But he knew he could never be so heartless, especially not while she was injured. Littlestep worked in silence, Lionstar watching the eerie tom out of the corners of his bright golden eyes, the amber lined with dark tawny fur, his mane wet but slowly returning to its former glory as it began to dry. Littletimber was explaining in his high, strange voice of his that Amara was to chew the dandelion leaves for the pain, and the thyme (Lionstar recognized that scent, it was in the nursery sometimes when an anxious queen was only days away from kitting) would soothe her nerves.
Without waiting to see if Amara listened to his instructions or not, Littletimber left as quickly and quietly as he came. Lionstar thanked him on the way out, but the healer made no sign of having heard him. "Rest well, Amara. Zephyrfang will bring you prey when the storm breaks." He would sleep in the warriors den tonight. Would she be there at dawn? Or would she take the opportunity to sneak away now that he had no cat guarding the camp in this weather?
No doubt Meadowleaf would rise early to arrange the dawn patrol. Lionstar hoped their guest would at least do him the courtesy of thanking him and saying goodbye to Zephyrfang before she left. He didn't know how the tawny tabby would take his sister's sudden departure otherwise. And Lionstar had a feeling that there was a certain mute tortoiseshell who would want to meet Amara. Hearing thunder crash overhead, Lionstar looked to the ceiling of his den, not yet taking his leave.
She might be with us for a while.
He did not jump forward in time by assuming she might want to join TreeClan (Clan life was not a good match for all cats, something he'd had to understand growing up), but he kept tabs on that thought, like leaving a cobweb to hang in the corner for later.
Time spent among trees is never wasted.-- Word Count: 425 Words Tags: Hellion Notes: Thread finished?
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