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Leafflight growled when the pair didn't abandon her brother and she grit her teeth togehter tail lashing as she wavered on what to do. Before letting out a snarl she spun around and ran back towards the river. She would escape and figure out a way to help her brother. But she wouldn't be able to do much from NightClan prison.
working nights gives me a messed up sleep schedule- // Nightclan Deputy
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Post by hals on Aug 18, 2020 15:45:51 GMT -5
Raveneye spared a brief glance and nod at Dragondance before the warrior took off. Annoyance flitted through her as he ordered her what to do, but nevertheless her attention turned back to the injured runaway in front of her. Her blue eye was filled with sympathy as she leaned forward to inspect the injury. The paw was swollen around the ankle and she knew it was hurt severely for Rustedtrust to walk on it.He could not continue on his journey with the his siblings with an injury like this anyway.
"Rustedtrust. I understand your hesitant to return to Nightclan but, you have to take into consideration that you are injured. You won't be able to keep up trying to outrun us and you could damage your paw even more if you tried. I know the prison is not a place you would like to stay in, trust me. I have been there, but there is no guarantee that you will spend the rest of your life there. You will have a chance to leave. All you need to do is come back with me. Flamingstar just wants to talk." The she-cat spoke with a matter-of-fact tone and meet the tom's gaze with her own. "If our leader wanted you dead, the Loyal Guard would be standing where I stand now and they are not. Flamingstar sent us to bring you and your siblings back to talk to her. Nothing more and nothing less."
Post by Grandmaster Shadow on Aug 18, 2020 16:02:02 GMT -5
The tabby growled to himself in frustration, willing himself to run all the faster after the sister he had been tracing. He knew deep down she would be difficult to handle. Though he hadn’t interacted much with the tom from before, he had sensed a calm desperation in Rustedtrust that told him despite his fear, he may be easier to speak with. His sister was another matter entirely. He understood her urge to protect those she loved, why else come back and attempt to garner their attentions? Still, he wasn’t certain he could catch up to her in time, let alone give him the time of day to convince her he wasn’t going to harm her or her siblings. He grit his teeth, his jaw grinding painfully, but the pain itself kept him grounded.
He could smell the waters of the rushing river before he could see it. Horror clung to his heart. He knew where she was headed. If he didn’t get to her in time, she’d be at the mercy of another clan entirely. One he was intimately familiar with and would, more likely than not, receive her with ill intent. He couldn’t fathom what the correct path to take could be. Did he call out to her? If he distracted her, maybe he could keep her from crossing. All the same, he wondered if her brother would be happier to know she got away. Judging by his dilated pupils, he could clearly see they felt no more than rabbits poised for slaughter if they remained in the land.
He shook his head. What awaited her across the border could potentially be far worse than what awaited her back at camp. He didn’t know the intentions Flamingstar had with these siblings, but it had to be more merciful than anything the cats across the water could offer.
“Wait, please! I’m not going to harm you, I just want to talk!” He knew his desperation was evident in his voice. All the same, he kept up the chase, even as his muscles ached and his exhaustion grew.
