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Post by ♏aple♢ on Nov 4, 2015 6:57:03 GMT
I may have the face of an angel
But I sure as hell don't act like one
Turtlefrost felt like she'd been run down by a twoleg monster.
Her back ached. Her paws ached. Her neck ached. And oh Starclan did her head hurt. Had a thousand bees stung her eyes? Why did everything hurt? And why was she covered in mud? Ugh, the first thing she'd thought upon waking in the middle of the marsh, half-buried in mud, was that she had to still be in the war. Because there was no way in Starclan's name that Turtlefrost would ever put herself in such a position as the one she'd found willingly.
Ugh. Her mouth tasted like vomit. Turtlefrost strode- almost limped into Marshclan's camp. It was already sunset. Her eyes were heavily lidded and her pelt ragged. And coated in mud. But Turtlefrost barely even had the energy to complain. She certainlly felt like she was still in the war. What had happened out there? Her entire memory for the past.... Day was foggy. She couldn't remember anything past what she assumed was this morning. But for all she knew, it could have been days ago. She'd gone out to train with Steampaw... Her first day training her new apprentice. She'd been excited. They'd gotten to the mossy hollow, and then... Blank. Nothing. Had Steampaw been such a good fighter that he'd knocked her out? Damn, she'd be proud if that were the case. But as it was, she had no clue. And cats who woke up not knowing where, when, or how they were, generally didn't wake up in the best mood.
She'd managed to drag herself back to Marshclan's camp. And yes, that was not an overstatement. Her paws felt like lead. Her entire body felt like lead. She hadn't even taken the time to groom herself. Mud was caked on her like she'd just been dragged from the depths of the lake. And then crystalized. And then frozen for a century. And then revived and sent into camp with no idea who or what was going on. That was a pretty good description of how she felt, too. If even a cat who took such pride in her impeccable appearance as Turtlefrost returned to camp looking like that.. There had to be something wrong.
As it was, she barely looked around the clearing as she dragged herself towards the warriors den. And then, promptly plopped herself down without a care for grace in the world. She was starving. But getting prey was too much work right now. And she had a headache. So instead, she decided to try to focus on the matter at paw. That being, getting this disgusting muck out of her fur. She shuddered at the thought of the awful taste in her mouth, but it had to be done. She hated the feeling of it drying in her fur. How it stuck out in every direction. How it just.... UGH! EVERYTHING ABOUT IT WAS DISGUSTING! WHY OH WHY MUST THEY LIVE IN A MARSH. A pained expression crossed the she-cat's face. As if she wasn't in enough pain already. But a cat had to do what a cat had to do. And begrudgingly, Turtlefrost set to work.
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Post by Shad on Nov 10, 2015 19:11:29 GMT
The little -er, not little, not little anymore- calico apprentice slipped into the Warrior's Den with several wet wads of moss in her jaws. It was so strange. Everything was seen at a new, higher, angle now. She had finally hit her growth spurt and she was sure growing. She was as tall as Rippedpaw now. Not nearly as bulky or powerful, but her head reached as high as his did. She was even started to get as tall as some of the Warriors now. She would probably surpass a few by the time she was fully grown. How strange would that be? Patchpaw picked her way over nest and tail on long, lean legs to settle down beside Turtlefrost and deposit her moss. "Welcome back. I thought you might want a hand," she mewed. Patchpaw used the moss to clear off the worst of the muck. Turtlefrost had certainly gotten herself buried in it. Patchpaw worried about infections, but Eveningblaze would have to take care of that when the need arose. For now, the apprentice simply focused on helping her friend get clean. "Do you want to talk about it?" she asked after a few moments. "Steampaw is still pretty shaken up." |
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Post by ♏aple♢ on Nov 10, 2015 20:05:37 GMT
I may have the face of an angel
But I sure as hell don't act like one
The soft soak of moss at her side was what first notified Turtlefrost of a cat beside her. Not sight, not scent, not the sound of pawsteps on the ground. The cool chill of moss.Turtlefrost blinked, stopping mid-lick as her mind took a moment to process that. And it took even longer to process the sound of a voice. Light and gentle- youthful. Patchpaw, then. Turtlefrost stopped. Her eyes were heavy as stones. Her senses felt all sorts of sluggish. And not noticing a cat coming towards her in camp- an apprentice at that, wasn't the best of signs. But at the feel of cool moss washing away the muck tainting her fur, Turtlefrost let out a contented sigh. Oh, that was much better.
"Mmmm.. Thank you Patchpaw." she sighed, flexing her claws against the soft grass. Such a good apprentice. Duskblaze was lucky. Perhaps they should have a group training session with the four of them, she thought absentmindedly. It would do Steampaw some good to train with a friend. And Turtlefrost wouldn't mind getting a look at what the leader was teaching this apprentice. Not now though. Definitely not now. Right now.... she felt like she could sleep for a season. Maybe two. Right now she didn't care to think about that. All she cared to think about was the feeling of nice, cool moss cleansing her coat of this filth. Turtlefrost honestly felt like she could fall asleep right then and there. But really- what warrior would fall asleep in the middle of camp? She was lucid enough not to do that.
Licking her chest, Turtlefrost was vaguely aware of Patchpaw's voice. Again, her mind took time to register what was being spoken. Why did everything sound so far away? It was... loud, at the same time. But like the sound of those twoleg monsters they'd encountered on the journey. Not like voices. Indistinguisable, but just vagely coherent. She'd thought the distant heaviness had been just the mud, but now she slowly realized that it encompassed all of her senses. She felt like a dead squirrel. Or pond algae. And.... wait. Talk.... about what? Turtlefrost blinked, though she didn't look up from her cleaning. "What do you mean?" she meowed slowly between licks. Ugh, her voice sounded all weird. And... Steampaw?
"Huh? Shaken up?" the she-cat tilted her head, finally looking to Patchpaw. Her eyes were foggy and confused. What was this? Did they... get attacked by something? Was that why she couldn't remember? That would explain the.... everything.
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Post by Shad on Nov 10, 2015 22:27:25 GMT
Silver eyes looked at the Warrior in shock. "What do you mean 'Huh?' ?" she asked in amazement. "You went rabid on the poor thing! He looks like he went through a shredder. His father tried to cover it up but as a friend to both of you who knew what you two were doing, it is not hard to put the pieces together. I was about to go out looking for you when you crawled in here. I was worried you might not come back. Turtlefrost..." the shecat's gaze fell to the floor, her tone soft and sad. "I know you don't like Marsh Clan. I know our clan isn't perfect like you say Thorn Clan was, but do you really hate us so much as to attack your apprentice?"The calico shecat looked up to the Warrior, her gaze worried and concerned. "Steampaw might miss Tornpelt and he might have been born a rogue, but he has a good heart and you have terrified him! He passed out as soon as he got in the camp and looks like you didn't hold back even though you're a Warrior! There was so much mud and filth in those scratches, he will probably get infections and... Turtlefrost... I don't understand. Why? Why did you attack him? Isn't that just too much for training?" |
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Post by ♏aple♢ on Nov 10, 2015 23:03:49 GMT
I may have the face of an angel
But I sure as hell don't act like one
Turtlefrost blinked.
What?
Her mind most certainly did not register that. She went... Rabid? What?. No- there had to be some mistake. Blue eyes narrowed, genuine confusion mixing with indignation in their depths. Turtlefrost? Attacking her apprentice? That wasn't right. No- she would never do something like that. What kind of warrior would attack an apprentice? Especially one with as much promise as Steampaw? No proper cat, that was for sure. No honorbound warrior such as herself. "No, no no..." she shook her head. "That's not right." There was no way that was right. What were they feeding these cats to make them think things like that? Were cats talking about her? Spreading rumors?
"I wouldn't attack Steampaw. What even?" she sighed. She was too tired to even be angry at the accusation, and put one paw on her forehead. "No." Turtlefrost repeated, unbelieving. And her disbelief was completely obvious on her face. Really- what kind of accusation was that? She'd just gotten home- where was Patchpaw getting this misinformation?
"Honestly, me of all cats? I wouldn't do that. Marshclan cats have a lot to learn, sure. But honor is one of the things that I'm trying to teach. Honor doesn't involve attacking your clanmates." She scoffed. "The last thing I remember was going out to train. But before we got to the mossy hollow..." Turtlefrost narrowed her eyes in thought, trying to remember. Everything was so.... hazy. Ugh. It made her headache worse. "I don't know. Has anyone scented the area? Cedarclan? Fox? Ugh, I'm gonna have to..." the she-cat trailed off, eyes drooping. Her head hurt so much... Her body felt so heavy. She could feel mud stinging- stinging, why was it stinging? Wounds...? "I think I'm hurt." she meowed with a start, shifting back to reality. She totally wasn't dozing off. "I'll have to talk to Steampaw and see if he knows." she shrugged, flopping her head on the earth with a sigh. Normally she would be more firey. But she felt like she'd been eaten by a bear, spit out, and eaten by a mountain lion. And then spit out again.
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