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(Awww Im sorry! I really shouldnt take on anymore cats! In maxed and I just added one in Waterclan )
"Cutthroat!" His mate cried, horrified by what she saw. She climbed to her paws, blood trickling from her neck and her shoulder twisted awkwardly but faced the creature again anyway. She lunged forward on three unstable legs, spitting furiously at the collie. "Back off my mate, you magepelt!" She leaped at the collie and raked a nasty blow across the dog's eye with her good paw, blinding it, and sent the dog fleeing with whimpers. Perhaps between her and Cutthroat, the dog finally had enough. She turned to face her mate who lied on the floor. Her eyes rounded with worry, tears forming in her eyes. "Cutthroat?" She choked out, hoping he wasn't seriously hurt or even killed. A lump formed into her throat as she made her way to his side and pressed against him.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Aug 13, 2019 18:51:34 GMT -5
(That's okay.)
Cutthroat stirred and opened his eyes. The barn and everything it was spinning. He shut his eyes again tightly and tried to rise to his feet only to fall over on his side. "Oh...." he moaned. "Everything's running around me in circles...." then suddenly he remembered. "THE DOG! Where is it?" He opened his eyes again to find the terrifying menace. The spinning was slowing but it was still there. He forced himself to stand. If he was going to die, he was going to die fighting. He looked around but didn't see the dog anywhere. "Alright flea bag! he hissed. "Come out from where ever you're hiding!"
"It ran off" Celestialglow told him with a breath of relief. She was still concerned about his condition but at least he was alive. "Where are you hurt?" She asked, sniffing him over.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Aug 17, 2019 15:41:38 GMT -5
When Celestialglow's words sunk in, Cutthroat slumped back down on the ground, partly from relief and partly from exhaustion. "My head," he moaned. "It feels like a boulder fell on it." A little knot was beginning to form on the back of his head. He reached back with his right paw and touched it, the pain causing him to flinch. Then he examined his paw and there was no blood on it. "At least I'm not bleeding. How does it look?"
She examined the bump on his head and frowned, "Well it doesn't look good but your right. It's not bleeding. We should get you back to camp to see the medicine cat."
Post by Whitemuzzle on Aug 17, 2019 16:02:19 GMT -5
He rose to his feet again slowly but the spinning barn was making him unsteady. He collapsed back down with a thump. "I'm going to have to wait until this barn stops spinning first. It's making me dizzy."
Post by Whitemuzzle on Aug 21, 2019 18:48:53 GMT -5
He had heard about concussions but never had experienced one until now. Even though he wasn't a medicine cat, Cutthroat figured he had one from the symptoms he was having. "Yeah, I know," he meowed. "I had a friend once who hit his head on a rock. The medicine cat told him that too." He sighed and laid his head between his front feet. "I'll try to stay awake." He figured he wouldn't fall asleep the way his head was hurting him. The pain would keep him awake.
Celestialglow nodded and curled herself around him and laid her head on his shoulder. "We can rest for a little while but we should get you to a medicine cat soon." She mowed, giving him a lick on the cheek.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Sept 5, 2019 17:57:23 GMT -5
He was comforted by Celestialglow's concern for his well being. After sometime the pain started to decrease so he decided to try to head back to the camp. "Do you think the dog has left the area?" he asked, wondering if the dog might have just went just a short distance away and was watching for them to leave.
(I was away on vacation. August was a very busy month for me. I just have one more short trip in September and that'll be it for awhile.)
Post by Whitemuzzle on Sept 7, 2019 17:20:08 GMT -5
(Thanks, I did. =^.^=)
"I'm going to have to," Cutthroat replied resolutely. "We can't stay here besides the rain has let up. The sooner we get back, the sooner I can be looked at - not that I really want to." He didn't relish the idea of having to see the medicine cat. In the past he viewed receiving treatment as a sign of weakness. He hoped Celestialglow wouldn't think anything less of him for this.
(I guess we keep roleplaying until the clan is deleted?)
(I guess...what do you want to do with them when the clan gets deleted? )
She nodded and exited the barn with Cutthroat at her side. She stayed beside him in case he needed her. "I think you were very brave...thank you" she purred.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Sept 9, 2019 15:11:10 GMT -5
(Would you like them to move to SummerClan? It's weird - and appropriate - how you started this thread with a terrible rainstorm when the clan gets wiped out by a flood! This rainstorm could be the one that causes the flood, at least in our roleplay.)
"Thank you," Cutthroat meowed, not feeling brave at all. "You were brave back there too." His headache began to worsen again now that he was moving but he determined to keep pressing on. They had to get home. A cold drop of water hit his head and then another one on his back. "It's starting to rain again," he said miserably. "But we can't get any wetter if we jumped in the stream. Let's keep moving on." All he could think about now was his dry nest in the warriors den.
(Lol yes!! That's a great idea! And yeah! We can move them to Summer!)
Celestialglow shook the couple of droplets that landed on her head but she knew it was useless. She was going to get wet again. She pinned her ears in annoyance as the rain picked up a little. As they moved through their territory, the rain got harder and the wind picked up again. Another storm? They came into view of a river. It was a dark brown and over flowing on the bank. Rolling currents ripped debris along it's dangerous path. The ground was soft and muddy, making sucking and squishing sounds as the cats walked. "We have to cross that" she frowned, looking at the dark and roaring river. It was unbelievable that the river was so swollen. "The usual stepping stones have been engulfed. We will need to find another way over."
Post by Whitemuzzle on Sept 10, 2019 18:09:11 GMT -5
(=^.^=)
Cutthroat frowned as he gazed at the swollen river. There was no way they could cross here. Even if they tried they'd surely be swept away in the fast current. "Yes but where?" he asked as the rain began to fall harder again. He looked at the mountain behind them. "Let's go up the mountain. The trees may give us some respite from this storm at least. And maybe while we're there we can see down into the camp and get some ideas of how to get back to it."
Post by Whitemuzzle on Sept 11, 2019 18:38:02 GMT -5
Due to his headache and injury, Cuttroat forgot about Celestialglow's own injury until he noticed her limping. Then feeling like a heel, he stopped walking and looked at her. "I'm so sorry I forgot that you're hurt too. Do you think you can make it to that thicket just up ahead a ways?" He knew it would provide them some shelter from the wind and rain.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Sept 12, 2019 18:12:24 GMT -5
Her spunk and determination heartened him as he started once again to plod up the side of the mountain keeping beside Celestialglow. "You've got to be the best warrior there ever is," Cutthroat meowed through the now pouring rain. "And I'm glad you're my mate." The cold water falling on his head actually seemed to help his headache but it made seeing more difficult. Finally he spotted the thicket that grew halfway up the mountain. "We've made it," he said wearily. "You go in first and I'll follow behind you."
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