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Post by tigerflight on Jun 11, 2010 13:33:49 GMT -5
Moonfrost was padding by him silently, carrying the rest of her catch with a happy jump to her step. She stopped as soon as he asked her name. "Yes?" she mewed quietly. She glanced at him and sniffed before stiffening herself.
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Post by .:Fawn:. on Jun 11, 2010 13:41:32 GMT -5
//Finchfeather// "Something feels off." He mewed quietly, looking concerned. He glanced at the gray and white she-cat, noticing that she shared his disposition. Yep, something was definitely wrong - but what? Tensing instinctively as the frantic sound of birds abandoning the tree branches chimed from overhead, Finchfeather crouched low to the ground, his claws unsheathing as he prepared himself for the worst. He was counting on Moonfrost to not do anything reckless, his ears pinning back against his skull as he stalked forward - and leaped back in disgust. It was a dead, maggoty piece of crowfood, and it was, quite literally, a crow. This isn't some kind of sign from SkyClan...right? Completely unused to this sort of thing, Finchfeather sniffed the rotting bird cautiously, looking to be on edge. "Something killed it, but didn't eat it."[/color] He mewed, looking puzzled. What was the point of that?[/size][/color]
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Post by tigerflight on Jun 11, 2010 13:48:47 GMT -5
She looked around, staying close to his side. "But why not?" she mused, for it was obviously killed. "It's pointless to do that."
She gazed at the crow, making a slight face. What would've done that?
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Post by .:Fawn:. on Jun 11, 2010 14:09:56 GMT -5
//Finchfeather// "Exactly, that's why it's so strange." What could possibly be in the area that had done this? As MountainClan deputy, he felt the need to check this out, but with Moonfrost at his side, it was better to put her safety above his curiosity. "We should head back and let Sootstar know."[/color] Turning around abruptly, the hair on Finchfeather's pelt reached for the skies as he saw a distinctive, dark form of a cat looming nearby, grubby paws digging into the earth where Finchfeather had just buried his kill. Hissing loudly, Finchfeather stalked forward, a growl erupting out of his throat as he darted towards the loner, a pair of startled yellow eyes locking onto his as he finally got a good look at him. The cat's jaw was broken, or it had been broken and had reset itself crookedly; judging by the way the cat, painfully thin, crouched down and tried to pick up one of Finchfeather's voles, it was doubtful the cat could even eat. Is he the one who killed that crow over there? Finchfeather mused, and it would make sense - the tom-cat could hunt but not eat, which spelled for a very very bad combination, overall. [/size][/color]
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Post by tigerflight on Jun 11, 2010 14:22:25 GMT -5
Moonfrost stared at the sickly looking tom. Part of her pitied him, unable to eat, but at the same time, there has to be a reason it happened to him. She stepped forward slightly before freezing. "Should we-?" she paused her sentence, looking at Finchfeather. The cat will die... She frowned, feeling bad for the suffering cat. What happened to him, though?
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Post by .:Fawn:. on Jun 11, 2010 14:35:23 GMT -5
//Finchfeather// Finchfeather nodded, agreeing with her completely. "We should help him, yeah." The Deputy put on a burst of speed as he saw the raggedy-looking loner try and take off with Finchfeather's catch. "Stop! We have someone who can help you, back at camp. They can take a look at your jaw, and help make things right."[/color] Sliding to a stop in front of the frightened tom, Finchfeather didn't anticipate the rusty, deep-sounding voice coming out of the loner at all. "Someone who can help me? Who?"[/color] The ginger-furred tom's eyes narrowed suspiciously, and Finchfeather could see that he was in pain - and had been for a very long time. "Our Medicine Cat, Whispersong."[/color] Finchfeather answered, glancing subtly at Moonfrost. What did she think about all this?[/size][/color]
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Post by tigerflight on Jun 11, 2010 14:41:43 GMT -5
Moonfrost stood slightly behind him, trying to see if she knew the cat. "Whispersong is a great Medicine Cat. I'm sure she can help." She nodded once. "If you'd come."
She stepped forward again, and without thinking. "Who are you?" After a second she wanted to take the question back but it was too late. Why do I have such a hard time thinking before I speak?
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Post by .:Fawn:. on Jun 11, 2010 14:56:40 GMT -5
//Finchfeather// "They call me Brock," the huge ginger tom grunted, his yellow eyes flashing with pain as he cautiously, suspiciously walked closer to Finchfeather, his claws unsheathed. "Alright, I'll let you take me to see this 'Whispersong' of yours, and if you try any funny business..."[/color] Finchfeather had to bite back a smile as the loner growled deep in his throat. "I'll teach you all a thing or two about fighting."[/color] Funny, considering you're the one with the broken jaw, Finchfeather longed to say, but he held his tongue, knowing his sass wouldn't help the situation at all. "Alright, then follow us, Brock. We'll get you looked at back at camp."[/color] [/size][/color]
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Post by tigerflight on Jun 11, 2010 15:05:51 GMT -5
She bit her cheek to hold back the smile as the loner threatened them. He was in no condition to fight, for sure. Before heading back to camp Moonfrost grabbed her catch for the day. She glanced at Finchfeather once more before trailing behind the loner.
He's in no condition to fight, but that doesn't mean we shouldn't keep an eye on him.
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Post by .:Fawn:. on Jun 13, 2010 12:35:37 GMT -5
ooc: Skipped, had the trio return to MountainClan camp; RP picks up there. ^^[/font]
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