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If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on Nov 28, 2020 21:47:03 GMT -5
Weepingpaw, eyes fluttered open to find herself alone in the darkness. She could hear unfamiliar voices echoing through the tunnels, causing her to jump to he paws and begin shrieking as her paw touched the ground. Even though it was bound, it and her hip had been broken when she became entangled in Festeringfruit's fur "ow, ow, ow, ow" she squealed having never had any sort of real injury before, having been pampered by her father. She collapsed back to the ground screaming, and rolling around Honeystorm
Post by Honeystorm on Nov 29, 2020 15:02:36 GMT -5
Barely get back from some MoonClan chaos, and now you're stuck dealing with your niece. Just great, of course Tinymutiny had to lose it. The extraordinarily floofy feline stepped into the side room Weepingpaw was currently confined in, the only two real features that stood out with the tom being the golden loop of an earring in his right ear, and the contrasting red bandana tied around his neck, the knot and ends draping down his chest. Almost everything else seemed to be lost under the relatively small tom's fur.
"Going to keep screaming, or suck it up already?" Castawayking's voice was snarky and sort of had a tone of 'how dare you scream near me'. The kind of casual arrogance that made someone want to claw you to pieces simply for existing.
If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on Nov 29, 2020 19:45:53 GMT -5
If Weepingpaw noticed her uncle's attitude it didn't seem to have phased her, as she screamed and cried "MY LEG HURTS" she wailed, cradling it close like an injured kit "Where is daddy?" she squealed "Mom?" apparently the hit to her head was worse than what it had appeared. The last thing she remember was running to her father... and...and.... Nothing "I have a boo boo, kiss it and make it all better" she pleaded, holding out her paw wincing.
Post by Honeystorm on Nov 29, 2020 19:54:43 GMT -5
Castawayking was absolutely the last person who should be talking to Weepingpaw. If nothing else than for the fact he rolled his eyes, commenting back with all the sympathy of a rock. "Ya dad's dead, and your mom's lost her mind. Get used to being an orphan." This was perhaps one of the worst things he could have said. Despite the she-cat being family, there was absolutely no sugar coating. In fact, he made it sound far worse than he needed to. So much for sparing the apprentice's feelings.
"Goddesses don't cry. Brush yourself off and get it together."
"NNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTTTTTTT DDDDDDDDDAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDDYYYYYYYYY" She wailed loud enough to hurt Castawayking's ears and her voice echoing into every crevice of the cave system she was being kept in. There was little doubt that everyone within any sort of reasonable distance would here her, and he only thought her screams before were annoying. She wailed, throwing herself to the ground and claws tearing at the ground kicking and screaming at the revelation. Flashes of memory coming flooding back but they were broken and fuzzy "JUST KILL ME NOW" she pleaded "I WANNA BE WITH MY DADDY"
Post by Honeystorm on Nov 29, 2020 20:17:34 GMT -5
The blue-gray tom clapped his paws over bejeweled earrings, though it did little to nothing to stop the sounds of her screams. Instead, the tom scrambled to tear up a ball of moss and shoving it into her mouth, nearly choking her with the suddenness and force of it all. Ah, sweet silence. Or it felt like silence in comparison. His ears were still ringing.
"Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!" Castawayking growled, glaring at Weepingpaw with some mix of disgust and almost.. something like he was impressed? That was certainly god-level shouting. That much was certain. Hopefully she'd inherited more traits from Riverwolf's side than her father's. "You're more annoying that Festeringfruit and that's saying something. Gods." He rubbed his ears. "You're not going anywhere, so get used to it, lass. We're gonna make ya up into a proper Goddess, best get used to dealing with me now." Mostly because Vixenkismet would skin him alive if he laid a paw on Tinymutiny's daughter.
