Mama Oak
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make me a martyr?
You are my love, my angle, don't treat me like potato.
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Post by Mama Oak on Oct 2, 2013 23:11:54 GMT -5
He will be so pleased with me, the queen reminded herself again as she slunk through the tall, damp grass, jaws parted in an attempt to pick out any fresh scents beneath the death and carrion. With ears pricked forward to catch the sounds of a live, beating heart, Cobweb pulled herself forward as carefully as she possibly could. But it had been many moons since she had attempted to hunt and the stance felt completely unnatural to her now. Her bones were brittle now, her muscles horribly atrophied, and her strength long-fled; trying to pick up her warrior duties once more was like trying to wear a pelt that had grown much too large for her. Everything fit poorly, was slipping, and made her clumsy.
But she had to keep trying and, in fact, had been at it all morning. If she got her strength back she wouldn't be so useless. Afflictedstorm would be impressed. If she could hunt again instead of being fed like a helpless elder, then they could go on patrols together like they had when they were young. He would be so happy with her. How could he hurt her then, when she worked so tirelessly to prove herself? Her mate would be so happy with her and they could be in love again. Like it had been before.
The rat scurried from its cover so quickly that Cobweb's quick reaction was pure instinct. It annoyed her that she had not caught the creature's vile scent before or heard its quiet pattering, but her folly no longer mattered once she leaped. She landed square on the rat, but only when it reeled back to fight her off, did she realize just how large it was; how much stronger than her it was. Hissing as long, yellow teeth snapped against her foreleg, Cobweb pulled back and leaped away. Her prey continued its flight and she began to force herself after it with a snarl, already feeling the shame of letting it get away. Before she could get two steps ahead however, a small warren in the earth opened beneath her and swallowed her leg. Her body careened forward and the angry yowl ripping from her throat became a short, clipped gasp as her trapped leg twisted and the delicate bone gave a terrible, clean snap.
Cobweb screamed.
Her mind thundered as she drew herself up from the hole with agony. Fire engulfed her entire foreleg and throbbed with a fierce, cutting heat that seared all the way to her shoulder. Every single rat she caught henceforth, she would not kill with a mercy bite to the spine or neck, no. No. She would peel the rank, flea-bitten pelts from their bodies slowly, inch-by-inch. They would die screaming, for they had ruined forever the one chance she had to fix this.
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Phlox
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Post by Phlox on Oct 3, 2013 21:19:59 GMT -5
and i can't, i cannot think.
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The tom was in a low hunting crouch, grasses tickling his belly. His form was perfect today, his focus clear. It had been so long since Owl had taken a hunt. The shrew's tiny, fluttering heartbeat resounded in his sensitive ears as he crept ever closer. Closer, closer, flicking his tongue over his fangs. One more step, two more, and a hard push off, and there it was between his claws, and its squeak was cut short by the venom. Quick and clean, just as he was taught, keeping all the warm juices inside for whatever cat would consume it. The brown-dappled warrior unsheathed his claws and went to dig a shallow hole to bury it in.
That was when he heard the scream. Afflictedstorm's ears pressed back flat, and his thoughts didn't even have time to jumble or argue as he bolted to the source of the sound. She must be alright, she must be, Cobweb is fine, everything is fine.
It seemed like ages before he reached her, but when he got there, he wished he had had longer to prepare. His mate's eyes were filled with fury as she pulled herself out of a collapsed warren, and her leg was visibly broken. For a moment he was frozen, waiting of someone, anyone to take over. No, he didn't have time to let his mind lock into place. He rushed to her side, mumbling her name again and again, mixed with reassurances more for himself than for her. "It's alright, it's going to be alright, Cobweb, it can heal, we have to get back to camp, Cobweb, Cobweb." He tugged at her scruff, trying to get her into a position to limp back to the camp. It wasn't too far away, they could make it, it would be alright. Tears prickled at the corners of his eyes, but he had no time. There was no time for Lark or Rowan or Owl or even Wings. He had to save Cobweb, because oh, what would he be if he lost her again?
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word count: 343
status: shrieking over my poor baby ;A;
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Mama Oak
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Post by Mama Oak on Oct 4, 2013 0:39:12 GMT -5
There was a cat at her side now, beckoned by her scream, but Cobweb no longer saw nor heard. A relentless, blinding white flashed behind her eyes as the pain of her shattered leg made her terribly faint. Her teeth smashing together forcefully combined with the deafening roar of blood in her ears drowned out the other feline's words. But the BloodClan queen felt his touch and recoiled violently, tugging herself away with a fierce 'no' and crumbling to the earth as she instinctively put weight on her mangled leg.
"Don't touch me!" Cobweb screeched vehemently, the amount of pain coursing through her body only matched evenly by the amount of harsh, unbridled fury in her high, strained voice. It wasn't fair! No! She didn't need this cat's help. The only reason she had drug her pathetic self from the damned nursery at dawn was to regain her strength and independence. Now she was broken and more useless than before! Her kittens would be apprenticed in a moon and she would only exchange the nursery for the medicine den. Afflictedstorm would still have to bring her prey, would still be free to patrol with all the other she-cats he fancied, and would still sink his claws into her sickly, pink flesh. No, no, no! She didn't need this cat's help.
But the tom was persistent, and as he began tugging at her scruff and trying to bring her back to her paws, Cobweb's anger peaked to a sudden point of clarity. Whipping around, tongue preparing an arsenal of foul-language, her bi-coloured eyes flared.
And then immediately extinguished as they found those emerald pools.
Cobweb's face fell and — for a single moment — the searing heat of her broken leg was only a dull ache against the abrupt pang that jolted through her chest. "Afflictedstorm?" The name of a lover, spoken with a hushed combination of both fear and hope. Oh, how StarClan was cruel. Why did it have to be him here, to see her so hopeless and lost? So delicate and broken. It was what he fed on. So who stood in front of her now? The cat who cared or the cat who could only care less? The one of concern? Or the one concerned only with the feel of her blood on his paws?
A throb of agony brought her back, but her eyes did not reclaim that fervent fury. Wincing, she let herself be pulled to her paws and dropped her eyes. Afraid of what she would find in those deep, conflicted pools of jade green. "You don't understand," she whispered, her voice taut with the pain, "I was only trying to be strong again." Always for you, her mind added through the confusing chaos, all always for you.
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Phlox
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Post by Phlox on Nov 3, 2013 1:39:55 GMT -5
i've never been so unstable.
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Finally, finally on their feet. They would make it. Cobweb would be alright, she would be alright. Afflictedstorm wanted so badly to look at his mate, but he didn't let himself, didn't trust himself. There was no time to deal with whether or not he wanted to hurt her or help her or leave her alone, and he knew that even a glance at her wavering gaze would toss him into deafening turmoil. He just listened and felt, keeping a careful watch on his jaws so his fangs didn't pierce her scruff. "It's alright, it's alright. You are strong, Cobweb. You can make it through this. It'll be alright, we'll be alright again."
Keep moving forward, that was what they had to do. She was limping, badly, and he was no medicine cat but he knew her leg must be broken. He kept holding Cobweb up, trying to take most of her weight so there would be less pain for her to bear. Pain, like that he had so many times given her, and oh, StarClan, they just had to get back to camp. Maybe he could fix things, maybe…oh, no, he was too broken. He couldn't fix anything, and he knew it, and everything was going to keep spiraling down but they had to get back to camp.
They were so close, Afflictedstorm could smell it and thank StarClan because he didn't think he could stay in control much longer. Control. Blood means control and no. It doesn't, Lark, it won't tonight. He was such a mess, so…Afflicted, with himself and with Cobweb, oh you can do better than her, someone to fix your disgusting self, and no, Rowan, we have to get back first, Cobweb's going to make it, she'll make it because I'm going to make it and if I will she will and we can do it. We'll be alright.
The dappled tom entered the chamber at almost a stumble, not feeling at all up to talking. He would support Cobweb because he had to, because she was all there was. Honeyleaf, where was he. He would save her. He would save her. The den. They would get to the den. He would make it that far and come next moon everything would be perfect. Just like it never was.
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status: ughhhh
notes: this is such a mess, i just kind of let it happen. also ugh sorry for late late late reply.
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