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[STYLE=width: 500px; padding: 20px; background-image: url(http://images2.layoutsparks.com/1/123552/black-design-floral-pattern.jpg);][STYLE=width: 450px; background-color: #cccccc; border: 7px solid #333333; padding: 10px;]
[/style][STYLE=width: 400px; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 35px; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -2px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #cccccc;]Spottedfeather, Treeclan Medicine Cat[/style]
[STYLE=width: 450px; background-color: #cccccc; border: 7px solid #333333; padding: 5px; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 13px; color: #111111; text-align: center; margin-top: -10px; height: 250px; overflow: auto;] Spottedfeather felt the leader fall into step with her and as upset as she was she was able to bring out a calm response to her leader when he asked about scarring. Sighing she nodded and mewed, "Pray to starclan they heal well.. but he will have those scars on his face for the rest of his life Lionstar.. they will not heal like a regular thorn in a paw type scar. These will tell a story..'' Her eyes looked to her leader then back and saw they were just a few steps away from camp. Padding into the clearing cats looked and stared but Spottedfeather was not in the mood to stop and tell the cats what happened.

Walking into her den she mewed, "I want Noblepaw on the far nest and I want Duskpaw on the nest by mine.'' Going to her herb stock she grabbed a few herbs she knew she was able to do her work with and grabbed some Chamomile and Thyme and mixed them up together for both of the cats. Setting a little pile down for the both of them but not giving it to them yet she wanted the apprentices to settle in the nest before she would give them herbs. Looking around her herb stock pile she then also grabbed some Burdock and alder for Noblepaw seeing they were already starting to ooze out a bit. A smile came to her face a little bit when she thought of Elder.. and how she tought him about Alder. She missed him. He was a very nice cat to talk to. Sadly her friend had to leave and she knew she would have gotten in some trouble if she was gone longer then needed to be.

Spottedfeather now had the herb piles ready and waited for the apprentices to get comfortable in the nests they were going to sleep in for quite a while now.
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Words: over 150
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made by misty of btn

[Phoenix]

[atrb=border,0,true]	sincerely, noblepaw the road i walk is paved in gold to glorify my platinum soul
[CS=2] Noblepaw It really was awful, Noblepaw agreed in his head as he nodded to Duskpaw. A shiver ran down his spine as he thought back to the sensation of the lynx's breath on his face, the sharp teeth digging into his head. He had felt so cold, in that moment, and the tattoo of his heart, pounding rapidly in his ears, was the only sound that he remembered. It would haunt him for the rest of his life, and just by thinking about it, he could feel that forboding cold begin to spread through him again. A frozen paw missed the next step, and he stumbled. Managing to catch himself at the last moment, the apprentice paused and forced the thought from his mind. It was like Duskpaw had said. He had survived. She had survived. They were safe. They were sound. Turning, he touched his nose to her shoulder as well. The depth of her murmured words hit him, slightly delayed due to the sluggish crawl that his mind seemed to be moving at. "I'm glad you're alive too," He whispered back, his tone the softest it had been in a long time. As he looked at her, Noblepaw truly saw what state she was in. She could barely walk - if that was what they called her limp - straight and had to be supported by another cat. Her breathing looked pained, and he thought he could hear it rasping a little. Earlier vibrant, lively, Duskpaw now gave off a feeling reminiscent of the ones some of the younger elders emitted, particularly those who had been forced to to retire due to injury: tired and aged beyond their years. Noblepaw swallowed, grimacing as pain flashed through him because of the movement. "Duskpaw, I..." His voice trailed off for a moment as he faltered, before the apprentice charged forward, words equally quiet, if not faster, "Duskpaw, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let his words get to me." There. He'd done it. He'd apolgized, but the heavy weight of guilt had yet to leave his shoulders. Looking around, the apprentice realized that they were far closer to camp than he had expected. Far closer to his jail sentence. Eyes flicked over to the slim figure of the medicine cat, wondering if he stood any chance of convincing her to lessen the time he would have to be confined to her den. As Spottedfeather entered the clearing ahead of them, the apprentice saw cats turning to watch her, and his legs locked. There are other cats there. It was fine for Lionstar and Spottedfeather to see him like this - they were TreeClan's leader and medicine cat, after all - and Duskpaw had been there. He had even tolerated Littlepaw's presense, and that of Mintleaf and Longstripe. But the clan? Something akin to embarassment flooded him, and he could feel the blood rushing to his throbbing face, making it feel even more bloated. But the rest of the patrol seemed to have no problem marching through the clearing, in front of every other cat, to Spottedfeather's den. Did they not realize that the kits would stare? Rumors would spread, and he and Dawnpaw looked like prisoners being escorted to a holding area. Is that not what I am about to become? Noblepaw brushed away the cynical thought, focusing more on controlling his rising level of panic. They would be the target of everyone's pity and sympathy. They would think him weak. Wide eyes looked around for Duskpaw. His legs still refused to move, not that he was too adamant about it. The cold seemed to have frozen his paws to the ground. He did not want to parade through camp and have every cat's eyes on him. He would not do it. Spottedfeather could bring him his herbs out here. He absolutely refused to be pitied. Littlepaw Upon reaching camp, Littlepaw followed Spottedfeather into the clearing without hesitation. She had drawn away when it looked as though Noblepaw and Duskpaw had wanted some privacy to talk, moving to walk ahead of them. The apprentice trusted Longstripe to make sure Duskpaw did not hurt herself, and even then, they were considerably closer to camp and the medicine cat's herb stores. Small steps carried her after Spottedfeather, lingering outside the den while the medicine cat pointed out Noblepaw's and Duskpaw's nests. With the lack of response, Littlepaw looked around. She did not see the gray and white tom, and she had lost track of the tortoiseshell she-cat, whom she suspected was probably with the other apprentice. Confused, she cleared her throat and pointed out quietly, "I don't see Noblepaw, Spottedfeather."
[CS=2] Words: 668< Notes: Sorry it didn't exactly match up with yours, but Noblepaw would put up a fight once he realizes that cats would see him with his face torn up and bloody. Too proud for his own good >.>
[CS=2] i am the closest thing to god so worship me and never stop [style=font-family: palatino linotype; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: center; font-size; 5px; margin-top: -20px;]credits: don't stop by innerpartysystem cat: here

[Fawn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #F5DEB3; width: 480px; padding: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 60px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 60px; border-bottom-left-radius: 60px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 60px; border-top: 1px dotted #bfbfbf; border-right: 1px dotted #bfbfbf;] [STYLE=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 55px; letter-spacing: -4px; line-height: 30px; color: ffffff; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #c1c1c1; width: 370px;]DUSKPAW OF TREECLAN[/style] [STYLE=background-color: FFF5EE; color: FF6347; text-align: right; width: 340px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -35px; border-top: 1px dotted #c1c1c1;] TREECLAN - 6 MOONS[/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Duskpaw-faceicon_zps55f17309.jpg); width: 100px; height: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 1em 4em 1em 4em; border-radius: 1em 4em 1em 4em; -webkit-border-radius: 1em 4em 1em 4em; border: 4px solid #FF6347; float: right; margin-top: -80px;] [/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Duskpaw-dappledfuricon_zps7a8db1a9.jpg); width: 70px; height: 70px; border-top-right-radius: 40px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 40px; border-bottom-left-radius: 40px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 40px; border: 4px solid #FF6347; float: left; margin-top: -24px;] [/style] [STYLE=text-transform: lowercase; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; width: 260px; color: FFA500; line-height: 10px; margin-top: -20px; margin-left: 80px;]❝ LONG LIVE THE WALLS WE CRASHED THROUGH ALL THE KINGDOM LIGHTS SHINED JUST FOR ME AND YOU I WAS SCREAMING LONG LIVE ALL THE MAGIC WE MADE AND BRING ON ALL THE PRETENDERS ONE DAY, WE WILL BE REMEMBERED ❤ ❞[/style] [STYLE= background-color: FFF5EE; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; border-top: 3px solid #cacaca; border-bottom: 3px solid #cacaca; color: FF6347; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 30px; -moz-border-bottom-left-radius: 30px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px; -moz-border-top-right-radius: 30px;] Lionstar: Pray to starclan they heal well.. but he will have those scars on his face for the rest of his life Lionstar. A shiver ran down the length of the Clan leader's spine. Forever was a very long time. How Noblepaw was going to cope with that, Lionstar didn't have the answer: at this point, he could only watch over the battered apprentices alongside Spottedfeather. About to turn around and make sure the two apprentices had settled into their nests in Spottedfeather's den before he left, Lionstar's whiskers twitched in bemusement as the gray and white tom was nowhere to be found - ah, wait, there he was. Hovering on the outskirts of the Clan camp was Noblepaw, the golden tom at first suspecting the pain to have cruelly overcome him on his last leg of the journey to sanctuary, but no, that wasn't it. Noblepaw was stronger than that. He didn't get the chance to contemplate it further, as Mintleaf, the wiry young she-cat padding up to the discontent apprentice's side and murmuring something in his ear. "Keep your head down and watch for my tail." Having a great deal more intuition than Lionstar had in that situation, Mintleaf intended to lead the cat with the wounded face and the wounded pride to the Medicine Cat's den herself. With Noblepaw keeping his head bent and his eyes transfixed on the ground, his Clan mates would get less of a shot at seeing just how messed up his face truly was. Duskpaw: A lump of emotion welled up in Duskpaw's throat at Noblepaw's hasty, but sincere words. She was grateful, so grateful that he had acknowledged his faults, that was one less thing she would have to worry about now - the idea that an incident like this would ever repeat itself. I'm going to make you promise later, that you won't ever do anything so stupid again. If you die a foolish death... I won't forgive you. Her fears and her ire spurned from her strong feelings for Noblepaw burned beneath her pelt, but they were impossible to see when the tortoiseshell cat was looking so worn down. "I'm here," she muttered, voice lackluster and raspy, an obvious response to Littlepaw's sudden looking around. Limping her way into Spottedfeather's den, her vision hazed with exhaustion as she flopped onto her nest with something more like a collapsing motion than a controlled sort of relaxation of her limbs. "Ow." Tiny whimper left to fall to the floor like a leaf, Duskpaw's limbs quavered, the she-cat meekly wondering if she even had the strength to lap up the herbs Spottedfeather had prepared for her. I...miss Dawnpaw. In that brief instant, the strongest urge to have the comforting presence of her closest kin overwhelmed her, and Duskpaw almost yowled with misery and pain, wishing everything would just stop. Stop the ache, stop the feeling of being caught in a windstorm and then struck by lightning soon after. Stop the shock, stop the pain. "Thanks, Spottedfeather." mewed Duskpaw, deliriously tired, her head rocking despite being in a laying down position, her paws out in front of her, pose mimicking that of the great sphynx in Egypt. She nudged the pile of herbs closer to her mouth, then began to eat slowly, breathing shallowly through her nose so as not to aggrivate her cracked ribs any further. [/style] [STYLE= arial narrow; text-align: right; color: f6f6f6; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-transform: lowercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #a5a5a5; margin-top: -30px; font-style: italic;]Long Live~ Taylor Swift[/style] [STYLE=color: 514854; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: right;]TAG ⋆ whoever. NOTES ⋆ here. CREDITS ⋆ rayah! of btn[/style]

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[STYLE=width: 500px; padding: 20px; background-image: url(http://images2.layoutsparks.com/1/123552/black-design-floral-pattern.jpg);][STYLE=width: 450px; background-color: #cccccc; border: 7px solid #333333; padding: 10px;]
[/style][STYLE=width: 400px; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 35px; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -2px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #cccccc;]Spottedfeather, Treeclan Medicine Cat[/style]
[STYLE=width: 450px; background-color: #cccccc; border: 7px solid #333333; padding: 5px; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 13px; color: #111111; text-align: center; margin-top: -10px; height: 250px; overflow: auto;] Spottedfeather turned around to see Duskpaw come in. Slowly and in pain, but she got into her den, took to her nest and a smile came across the medicine cats face. She loved nothing more then seeing an apprentice listen to her and eat the herbs she had left for a cat to eat. Duskpaw knew those were to help her.

Padding over to the little apprentice she looked her over as she watched her eat the herbs. "Don't you dare bite me when I do this..'' She took her paw and lightly went over the apprentices rib cage to feel the broken ribs. Pressing a little harder but not too hard she just had to feel how many ribs were broken. Taking her paw away she just looked at the she cats ribs and turned around and knew she had her work cut out for her.

Giving Duskpaw some space now she had a feeling it was okay to have Duskpaw get some rest. She gave the apprentice herbs that would calm her down and help her sleep. She would be okay now. She knew Duskpaw would wake up. Sore as anything and in so much pain.. but she would wake up. Thats all that mattered. Waiting on Noblepaw she still had to apply a few things to his face and the faster he came into her den the quicker he would eat some herbs and get some rest.

"Get ready for no sleep these next few moons..'' she mewed to herself hoping no one would hear..
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Words: over 150
Comments: None

made by misty of btn

[Phoenix]

[atrb=border,0,true]	sincerely, noblepaw the road i walk is paved in gold to glorify my platinum soul
[CS=2] Instead of finding Duskpaw, wide green eyes landed on a different she-cat, Mintleaf, who had started to approach him. Bracing himself, he prepared for a fight; he refused to march in there where everyone could see, and this wiry little she-could not make him. But instead of attempting to physically shove him inside the clearing or something else equally ridiculous, she merely whispered one in his ear. And that made all the difference. The she-cat could subtley lead him to Spottedfeather's den, and with his eyes fixated on his paws, fewer cats would see the mess that was his face. Silently, he gave the she-cat a nod, letting her take the lead. When she entered camp, tail hanging low by her paws, he hesitated again, taking a deep breath. He had to do get into camp, and chances were that his options were either this way or being carried. With the latter, all of his dignity would fly out the window. Come on, take a step. They always said that the first step was the hardest, and now the apprentice knew what they meant. He had to convince himself to move his leg, and then he actually had to move it before he second-guessed himself. Upon stepping into camp, he could feel the gazes turn and rivet on him. His face continued to throb violently, and the tom did everything he could to not hunch his shoulders and avoid defensive body language. Determined, he stared at the ground in front of him, jaw clenched and tail twitching as he followed the tip of Mintleaf's tail. The steps, which had been forced at first, were becoming easier as he crossed camp, and his breathing began to level out. After that painful experience, Noblepaw reached Spottedfeather's den to see Duskpaw already curled up in her nest wit the medicine cat poking at her side. A glance at the small shadow that was Littlepaw told him which one was to be his own, and he moved past the three she-cats and to his designated nest. As he collasped into his nest, he realized that he wanted to do nothing but sleep. The tom drew his legs close to him, curling up and began trying to figure out a comfortable way he could rest his head. Green eyes glared at the dirty ground; he was not keen on getting anything into the gashes on his face, and the tom was reluctant even try setting his head down. The prospect of the sharp jolt of pain that would come when one of the wounds was irritated was not a fond one. Exhausted and on his final straw, the apprentice became far more upset by this than he normally would have. While he did not break down, the tom managed to work himself into an irritated bunble of fur.
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[CS=2] i am the closest thing to god so worship me and never stop [style=font-family: palatino linotype; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: center; font-size; 5px; margin-top: -20px;]credits: don't stop by innerpartysystem cat: here

[Fawn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #F5DEB3; width: 480px; padding: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 60px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 60px; border-bottom-left-radius: 60px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 60px; border-top: 1px dotted #bfbfbf; border-right: 1px dotted #bfbfbf;] [STYLE=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 55px; letter-spacing: -4px; line-height: 30px; color: ffffff; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #c1c1c1; width: 370px;]DUSKPAW OF TREECLAN[/style] [STYLE=background-color: FFF5EE; color: FF6347; text-align: right; width: 340px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -35px; border-top: 1px dotted #c1c1c1;] TREECLAN - 6 MOONS[/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Duskpaw-faceicon_zps55f17309.jpg); width: 100px; height: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 1em 4em 1em 4em; border-radius: 1em 4em 1em 4em; -webkit-border-radius: 1em 4em 1em 4em; border: 4px solid #FF6347; float: right; margin-top: -80px;] [/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Duskpaw-dappledfuricon_zps7a8db1a9.jpg); width: 70px; height: 70px; border-top-right-radius: 40px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 40px; border-bottom-left-radius: 40px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 40px; border: 4px solid #FF6347; float: left; margin-top: -24px;] [/style] [STYLE=text-transform: lowercase; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; width: 260px; color: FFA500; line-height: 10px; margin-top: -20px; margin-left: 80px;]❝ LONG LIVE THE WALLS WE CRASHED THROUGH ALL THE KINGDOM LIGHTS SHINED JUST FOR ME AND YOU I WAS SCREAMING LONG LIVE ALL THE MAGIC WE MADE AND BRING ON ALL THE PRETENDERS ONE DAY, WE WILL BE REMEMBERED ❤ ❞[/style] [STYLE= background-color: FFF5EE; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; border-top: 3px solid #cacaca; border-bottom: 3px solid #cacaca; color: FF6347; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 30px; -moz-border-bottom-left-radius: 30px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px; -moz-border-top-right-radius: 30px;] The road to recovery was going to be a long, painful one, but at least it began with a few precious hours of sleep. That joyous moment where she could empty her mind, empty it of the pain and of the fear and anxiety that had been frothing to the surface throughout this entire ordeal: Duskpaw wrapped her tail over her nose, ears twitching when she noticed Noblepaw walking into the den - his footsteps as dog-tired as hers had been, though without the obvious limping-lurch that was hers alone. The shock was starting to wear off, giving in to the exhaustion she'd been feeling this whole time - though it was as if a dam had broken, the severity of it unconsciously held back until a safe place, a shelter had been reached. This desire for safety fulfilled, Duskpaw fell into a dead sleep, the herbs working their magic under Spottedfeather's watchful eye, her silent prayers going out to StarClan for a speedy recovery - for Noblepaw's too, not just her own. The TreeClan leader peered once onto Spottedfeather's den, and considered asking about their conditions - but Spottedfeather's words floated back to him from before. It wouldn't be wise to talk to any of them right now, Spottedfeather's summary of their wounds and their progress could wait until later. Dipping his head to the she-cat healer, Lionstar faded from the entrance, off to share a word with Foxfire, Duskpaw's mentor, and Bloodtalon, the tom who was in charge of Noblepaw's training. The two apprentices may have been the ones who suffered most, but they most certainly weren't the only ones affected. [/style] [STYLE= arial narrow; text-align: right; color: f6f6f6; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-transform: lowercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #a5a5a5; margin-top: -30px; font-style: italic;]Long Live~ Taylor Swift[/style] [STYLE=color: 514854; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: right;]TAG ⋆ whoever. NOTES ⋆ Thread Finished! CREDITS ⋆ rayah! of btn[/style]